Page 17 of The Professor: Ep. 1

Her tongue danced lazily with mine, her fingers stroking through my hair down to my neck and repeating the motion in an almost soothing manner.

It went against my nature to indulge in such a frivolous act, but it felt right with her, so I continued it. Kissing her. Calming down. Kissing her some more. Until finally I pulled out of her. We’d disappeared for far longer than I’d originally intended.

“You need to get dressed,” I told her, rolling off the bed to deal with the condom. When I returned, I found her looking gorgeously mussed in the center of the bed, her lack of clothes and movement making me chuckle.

“Don’t tell me I’ve already exhausted you, Miss Mickelson.” I checked my watch. “The night has only begun.”

Her dark eyes glanced my way. “Uh huh.”

I wandered over her and kissed her softly. “Get up, Kayla. Before someone comes looking for you.”

She gave me a disgruntled look, but finally started to move. I pulled on my jeans and shoes, then fixed my shirt before helping her zip up her dress. She disappeared into her bathroom to fix her hair. I finger-combed my own, then waited for her to return.

When she did, it was with a pretty blush on her cheeks. “Do you think anyone heard us?”

“I think your father would be at the door if they had,” I replied as my phone began to buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out and really wished I hadn’t when I saw who was calling.

Pressing ignore, I looked back at Kayla. “Ready?” My phone immediately started vibrating again, causing her to frown at it.

“Do you need to answer that?”

“No,” I replied curtly. “I do not.”

“Okay.” She nibbled her lip. “Well, we should, umm, go.”

“Yes,” I agreed as I hit ignore yet again.

Kayla gave me an uneasy look, then led me to the door.

My phone went off two more times on our way down the stairs and through the kitchen. “You go back in first,” I said. “I’ll join in a few minutes.” I didn’t want us to be seen re-entering together.

She nodded. “Okay. Umm, what about after…?”

“I’ll find you,” I said, my phone going offagain.

“Okay,” she repeated, sounding unsure.

However, my attention had fully shifted to my phone. This wasn’t going to stop until I answered it. Fine. I’d make it quick, then I’d find Kayla, and take her back to my place to continue my otherwise enjoyable evening.

Kayla

Maddox never returnedto the party.

Instead, he’d left without a word.

Disappeared into the night.

Leaving me to wonder what the hell had happened for hours afterward.

I didn’t have his phone number, so I couldn’t call and ask. I couldn’t exactly request the number from my father either. So instead, I laid in the bed Maddox had fucked me in and ran through the memory of it on repeat. Had I done something wrong? Had that been all he desired? Was it really that easy for him to walk away?

He’d thoroughly blown my mind, taking me to a level of pleasure I never knew existed.

Then vanished without even saying goodbye.

So much for the night just beginning,I thought sourly, turning onto my side. His woodsy aftershave lingered in the air, taunting my nerve-endings.

I wanted more.

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