Page 14 of The Professor: Ep. 1

“I’d invite you to see it, but the sorority doesn’t allow men on the second floor,” she replied coyly.

If we had agreed to more than one night, I’d take that as a challenge. Instead, I merely drew my hands up her sides and around to cup her full breasts. It served as a taunt to my own senses, a way of feeling her before seeing her, and it let me craving her that much more.

She arched into me, her conversation forgotten.

“You feel amazing,” I told her, loving the way her naked body fit against my clothed one. I knew her terms on seeing all of me. I intended to fulfill that request. But not yet. And likely not here.

This was just the beginning of our night together, a lewd little affair in her childhood bedroom with her parents downstairs entertaining all my colleagues.

“You’ll need to be quiet,” I reminded her. “Can’t afford for anyone to hear.”

Her result quiver had my lips kicking up at the sides.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you? Are you into exhibitionism, sweet girl?” I asked, my palm sliding down her abdomen to cup her between her thighs. “Or is it the risk of being caught that has you dripping for me?”

“Both,” she admitted. “I like it all.”

“Except anal,” I reminded her.

The way she frozen against me told me that’d been the wrong thing to say.

Hmm, it seemed there was more to that limit than she let on. Had someone hurt her in that way? Just the thought had my jaw tightening. She was too precious, too perfect, for someone to harm. And I proceeded to demonstrate that with my lips along her shoulder, tasting and coaxing and lulling her back into a state of sensual bliss.

She didn’t immediately relax, her spine straight against my torso. But the gliding of my finger through her wetness calmed her a little. As did massaging her breast and humming against her skin.

I was careful not to press my erection into her ass, wanting to avoid her stiffening reaction again. Instead I focused on her body, memorizing her with my hands and mouth and prolonging the reveal of her nudity to my view. I caught glimpses of her breasts as I worshiped her, but could see the tops of them as I peered over her shoulder, but I couldn’t see the full picture.

I waited until the anticipation nearly consumed me.

Waited until I could hardly breathe.

Then I whispered the command that had lingered on my tongue for too long. “Turn around so I can see you, Kayla.” It came out hoarse, my desire thick in my mouth.

Goose bumps pebbled along her arms in response, her shiver one of longing and not fear.

I released her, but didn’t move away, forcing her move against me as she turned. Then I allowed my gaze to devour her.

Rosy pink tips greeted my view, followed by voluminous curves, a soft feminine belly—flat, but not hard—and feminine hips.

She clearly took care of her body. But she didn’t starve herself. She exuded a healthy womanly form that would look divine in a swimsuit spread. “You’re stunning,” I said, my tone deeper than usual.

Her eyes glimmered with sex when I finally returned my gaze to hers, and I started to wonder if she possessed some otherworldly energy that made her that much more irresistible.

I’d come up here with the intention of tasting her, and giving her an introduction to my brand of pleasure. But now I wanted to fuck her.

And I wasn’t sure I cared who might hear us.

A dangerous shift.

A compulsion I had to drown. Because neither of us could afford to be caught. But I could prolong the moment and allow a little more exploration than originally planned.

We would just need to be quiet about it.

Maddox

“Lay down, Kayla.”

She swallowed, but did as I instructed, allowing me to prowl over her and settle my hips between her thighs. I didn’t care that her arousal would stain them. I wanted to wear her scent. Herexcitement. It only heightened the intensity of this entire ploy, giving us yet another secret to hide.

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