Page 8 of The Professor: Ep. 1

Hearing her say that had me wanting to be the first to take her properly, but I quickly swallowed the instinct. This was for one night. Come morning, she would thoroughly be out of my system. And if she wasn’t, I had a month to get over it.

“What place did you have in mind? Because my sorority house isn’t going to work.”

I almost snorted. “Definitely not there. You leave the places—again, plural—to me. I promise they’ll be up to your standards.” Well, perhaps not the first location on my list. But the second one would be.

“Not in a motel.”

“Not in a motel,” I echoed.

“Or in the backseat of your car.”

“I’m not sixteen, Miss Mickelson.”

Her lips twisted to the side. “Right. Yes. I know that.”

I gave into the instinct to touch her again, my hand cupping the side of her face before sliding to the back of her neck. Her breath stuttered out of her as I pulled her closer.

“I’m a man,” I told her softly, my opposite hand going to her hip. “I’m confident. I’m experienced. And I’m going to erase all the boys from your memory tonight, Miss Mickelson. Don’t worry about the place. I’ll handle it. All I need from you is agreement to my terms.” I tightened my grip, forcing her to hold my stare. “One night. Tonight. Nothing more.”

She swallowed and tried to nod, but my grasp kept her in place.

“Words,” I said. “I need your words.”

“I accept your terms.”

“And I accept yours as well,” I replied, my gaze dropping to her mouth. The door behind us was still unlocked, but closed. And now that I had her in my arms, it was too difficult to resist the temptation of a stolen kiss.

With her father just down the hall.

All my colleagues scant feet away in their own offices.

Students milling about.

We could be caught at any minute, and damn if that didn’t light a fire in my veins. The whole forbidden quality to this arrangement was one I really needed to explore more.

Her fingers rested against the button of my shirt, her touch having never left my lower abdomen. I wanted to feel more, to see how emboldened I could make her here.

Mmm, I wanted to finalize the deal.

Yes.

Here.

Right now.

I didn’t warn her, I merely took her instead, my mouth slanting over hers in a claim meant to render her speechless. It worked.

But I didn’t anticipate her giving it back in kind.

Holy hell.

One sweep of my tongue ignited a wantonness inside her that roared to life with a vengeance, her palm flattening against my abdomen while her opposite arm wrapped around my neck. Her breasts met my chest and her taste infiltrated my mouth.

Sweet. Cinnamon. Coffee.

All addictive flavors.

All her.

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