Page 9 of The Professor: Ep. 1

And I wanted more.So. Much. More.

I dueled with her in a kiss that surpassed time and space, her skill and eagerness demonstrated in each countermove of her tongue. Her nails dug into my stomach as a moan escaped her. She didn’t shy away from it, instead choosing to embrace it.

Her body yielded entirely to mine, her hand flattening against me once more as she closed the space between us, aligning our thighs. I stood several inches taller than her, placing my arousal closer to her lower belly. A beautiful pillow of warmth, one that rivaled the space between her legs that I craved most.

Hot. Wet. Welcome.

I couldn’t fucking wait.

But not here. Not yet. As it was, her lips would be far too swollen upon leaving my office. And while I’d enjoy that knowledge, it could lead to questions.

Questions neither of us would want to answer.

I devoured her for another few seconds, allowing her to experience an introduction to my preferences, before slowly removing my mouth from hers. “I consider our deal sealed,” I whispered against her damp lips. “Now go home and put on a dress for me. No panties.” I pressed my forehead to hers. “I will be checking, Miss Mickelson.”

“And what will you be wearing for me?” she countered.

“Shall I go without underwear as well?”

“Yes. With dress pants soIcan check.” Her grip around my neck loosened as she trailed her fingers along my shoulders and down my arm. “And a button-down shirt just like this to the elbows.”

My lips curled. “A bold request.”

“In response to yours.”

“Mmm, and here I thought the professor would be administering tonight’s lessons,” I replied. “Seems my student has a few administrative notes of her own.” Fortunately for her, I liked the change in pace. “All right, sweetheart. But I’m wearing jeans, not dress pants.” I pressed my finger to her lips before she could speak. “And I’ll absolutely allow you to check.”

“And if I want to wear jeans?”

“You won’t,” I replied, confident. “You’ll want to make it easy for me to check. Because when I find you without panties beneath your skirt, I’ll administer your oral lesson. And trust me, Miss Mickelson, you’ll want that lesson.” I nibbled her lower lip and released her. “See you tonight.”

Kayla

Oh.My. God.

The three words repeated in my head all afternoon.

And they didn’t stop repeating even as I entered my parent’s house later that evening.

Because Professor Kane had propositioned me. Then he’d kissed me with a ferocity I felt to my very soul. Dear heaven above, no man should be able to kiss like that. Especially one as good looking as Maddox Kane.

I shivered, his touch still imprinted on my lips.

That experience alone was enough to make my fantasies run wild. My thighs clenched, the dampness between them reminding me that I’d followed his request—or was it a demand?—to not wear underwear. Not only that, I’d opted for a short dress, one that would reveal my pantyless state the moment I bent over. I intended to use that to my advantage later.

An excited shiver traversed my spine, my heart kicking up a beat at the start.

This was so not like me. But something about Professor Kane’s proposal earlier had awakened my inner-deviant. Oh, I knew she existed. All those midnight fantasies came from a dark place inside me that craved this sort of game. I just never expected to have an opportunity to act upon it.

Part of me wondered if I’d made up the whole thing.

Then I’d feel the sting on my lips from his nibble earlier and realize every bit of it was true.

Professor Maddox Kane wanted me. All because he’d overheard my conversation with Nikki. I wasn’t sure if I should kiss her or kill her.

Probably a mixture of the two. Had he not overheard our conversation, I wouldn’t have plans for later tonight.

One night. No strings. Tell no one.

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