Page 6 of The Professor: Ep. 1

Because this couldn’t be an ongoing fair.

She might no longer be my official student, but the regulations still stood. While I didn’t mind breaking the rules, the more we dallied, the more likely we would be caught.

My reputation would survive it.

Her reputation would not.

And I could only imagine what her father would do.

“Is this…?” she trailed off, clearing her throat. “Are you…?”

I arched a brow. “Unfinished sentences are not very sophisticated, Miss Mickelson.” I took a step closer to her, forcing her to tilt her head back to maintain my stare. “Did I misunderstand your conversation?” I asked, fully aware that I had definitely not misunderstood a word of it. “You were talking about me, yes?”

“At the bar,” she whispered.

“Yes, you were at the bar with Nicole.” I nearly lifted my hand to touch her hair, but refrained, wanting our terms set first. “She suggested you seduce me with your words. And you have, Miss Mickelson. Now I want to fuck you on my desk.”

Her lips parted, that delicious pink darkening to a red against her cheeks. “Oh, God. You shouldn’t have heard that.”

“Perhaps not,” I replied, amused. “But what I really shouldn’t be doing is interpreting those comments as an offer. However, here we are.” I glanced at my monitor. “And as I’ve already explained, your grades have been submitted. So your reaction won’t impact your scores in any way.”

Fuck, this was making me hard. Just the indecency of my proposal. The mere fact that she was forbidden fruit. The realization that anyone could walk in right now and find me standing far too close to my former student.

I embarked on this career path to hide. And also to piss off my holier-than-thou father. Never had I considered the prospect of such a lucid affair.

But Kayla Mickelson opened up a myriad of dark fantasies within my mind.

One of them involved her bending over my desk, lifting that skirt, and inviting me to drive into her.

Another desire revolved around her mouth, forcing her to take me deep and swallow, then attend my class with just-fucked lips and a pussy aching for so much more.

Tonight offered several more ideas, all of them primed and ready in my mind.

I would introduce her to a whole new world of pleasure and sex. Turn daddy’s little girl into a dark princess with wanton thoughts all revolving around my cock.

Some of those sordid ideas must have played over my features because her pupils dilated and her chest rose with a sharp intake of air. “You’re serious.”

“I never joke about sex,” I replied, my mouth quirking up on one side. “That wouldn’t be very sophisticated at all, would it?”

“I can’t believe you heard that,” she muttered, her hand flying up to cover her eyes.

I caught her wrist and tugged her palm away from her face. “Don’t hide from me. Communication is vital in a situation such as this. And I need to be able to read your expression.”

Her pupils flared as a shiver worked up her arm from my touch.

Both were indicators of her attraction, emboldening my resolve. Not that I could retract any of my words now. It was rather obvious what I wanted—her—and I wouldn’t dream of taking back my admissions now.

“One night,” I told her. “I choose the place.” I paused, considering that. Her comments about the party had given me some ideas, so I quickly amended, “Places, plural. We tell no one. Tomorrow, we act like nothing happened. There will be no strings, no second nights together, and absolutely no relationship. Just fucking.”

I slid my thumb beneath the sleeve on her wrist, stroking her pulse.

“We will use protection,” I continued, then leaned down to press my lips to her ear. “And I promise it will be far superior to a drunken hook-up, Miss Mickelson. I might even provide you with lasting fantasies to indulge in later with your vibrator.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered, shuddering.

I drew my nose along her neck and smiled when I met her thundering pulse. “Hmm, and I haven’t even started yet.” I pressed my lips to the sensitive point and pulled back while releasing her wrist. “What do you say, Miss Mickelson? One night, no strings? We both indulge in this mutual attraction, then go our separate ways.”

It seemed like a perfect way to end the semester. A sordid little affair to carry me through the dreaded holiday season. With my family, I would most certainly need it.

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