Page 7 of The Professor: Ep. 1

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she said, her thick brown eyelashes lifting as she captured my gaze. A boldness lurked in those gorgeous brown irises, the startled student slowly yielding to a sexy, confident female.

I’d caught her off guard.

But she appeared to be gathering her wits now, allowing thatfuck mesmolder to return to her pretty eyes.

“One night,” she said. “No strings.”

“No strings,” I echoed.

“And you want it to be tonight?”

“Yes.” I had a jet coming for me tomorrow. If I refused to board it, my mother would soon follow. And Nashville wasn’t prepared to receive an irritated Madison Kane.

“After my dad’s holiday party,” she said.

Or during,I mused to myself.Definitely during.Out loud, I merely said, “It’ll almost be like a date. Except we both know that’ll never happen between us.”

“Because you’re my professor.”

“Former professor,” I corrected. “I’ve already submitted your grade.”

“A minus.”

“Are you wanting to negotiate that now?” I asked, arching a taunting brow.

“No. I’ll earn my A in other ways, professor,” she replied, her flirtatious energy a welcome change of pace.

Oh, this was fun, indeed. “I hope you’re well-versed in oral, Miss Mickelson. That’s where our lesson will begin.”

Her nostrils flared, her full lips curling. “I won’t disappoint you, sir.”

“I think I like this side of you.”

She ran her dark eyes over me with clear interest. “I think I like this side of you, too.” Those dark chocolate irises returned to mine once more. “My father can never know about this.”

“No one can ever know about this,” I corrected. “Or were you not listening to my terms?”

“I heard them. I’m just iterating mine.”

“Oh? Are there more?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“If I’m providing an oral demonstration, I’ll expect you to provide one in return.” She boldly fondled a button of my shirt, just above my navel. “You can wear clothes during sex as long as I get to see the full package at some point.” She smiled. “For my fantasies later with the vibrator.”

Fuck, that’s hot. I loved a woman who knew how to list her needs. And it seemed Kayla had no problem communicating her desires. “Anything else?”

“No anal,” she replied. “I don’t enjoy it.”

I arched a brow. “Whoever introduced you to anal must have failed miserably.”

“Understatement,” she muttered. “But it’s a hard limit for me.”

“That’s a shame,” I drawled. “Any other terms?”

She considered for a moment. “You already covered protection. I’m on the pill, but you’re still wearing a condom.”

I nodded, agreeing. “I don’t fuck anyone bare.”

“And I don’t let anyone take me bare either.”

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