Page 2 of The Professor: Ep. 2

If he caught it, he didn’t show it, his focus immediately falling to his bag, where he pulled out his notes and the roster for today’s class. His tone remained cool and collected through his roll call, then it turned a bit excited as he dove into an explanation of our course syllabus.

I listened to every word, my own interest piquing as he reviewed the international topics on the agenda for the semester. His gray irises flickered to me while he spoke, his lips quirking on one side.

Because he knew how I felt about global economics.

And he was looking forward to my enthusiasm.

Good, I thought.That’s good.

I’d run through so many potential reactions to me showing up in his class without warning, several of them resulting in an angry response. Then my fantasies turned those angry reactions into sexual ones involving spankings and hard fucks over his desk.

And let’s just say my vibrator had one hell of a workout these last four weeks apart.

All of my imaginings centered around Professor Kane and his unfulfilled promises. Sure, he’d made me come and fucked me to oblivion. But he’d never removed all his clothes—a stipulation I’d made before agreeing to a single night with him. Then he’d left after claiming our evening was just beginning.

Professor Tease,I decided.

By my account, he owed me at least two more rounds. I also intended to claim interest on top of that due to my crazed obsession with him this past month.

Assuming he was interested, anyway.

If he told me no, I’d have to accept the rejection.

But I had every intention of ensuring a positive reaction.

Hence, no panties.

I considered spreading my legs a few times to show him during class. However, I decided to play innocent and let that be known in his office after class.

He did an admirable job, as always, of captivating everyone in the room. His ass in those khakis certainly helped every time he faced the board. Although, I did mostly pay attention. I had every intention of seeing this class through to the final. Changing my schedule once wouldn’t be noticed. Changing it twice? Yeah, that’d probably cause my dad to question my choices.

With only a few minutes to spare, he dismissed us all. Several of the students said their goodbyes while I slowly gathered my books.

Hmm, or I could do this now,I thought as the last student disappeared.

Professor Kane stood at the podium, his focus on packing his bag. I tried to mimic his actions, then “accidentally” knocked one of the books onto the floor. Rather than squat to retrieve it, I bent over, ensuring he absolutely saw that I wore nothing beneath, and slowly stood up.

When I glanced over my shoulder, I found his darkening gaze on me. “Cute,” he said. “Follow me to my office, Miss Mickelson.”

Cutewasn’t exactly the praise I desired, but I decided to accept it with a coy “Yes, Professor.”

He pulled his bag over his arm and nodded toward the door. “Now.”

Maddox

I wantedto beat Kayla’s ass red for that little stunt—bending over with the door open where anyone could see her blatant offer.

Fuck.

We had an agreement. One night. No strings. Sure, that plan had been interrupted by my mother’s unexpected call, but that didn’t belittle the fact that I’d explicitly stated the rules for that evening. And one of those rules was a strictno repeatclause.

Of course, I’d also intended for that single night to allow me to fuck her right out of my system. That clearly hadn’t happened, as my dick had stood up the second my eyes landed on her in the front row. And I was hard again now as I led her to my office, thanks to her little no-panties display.

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to spank that pretty ass raw or fuck her over my desk.

Maybe both.

My palm itched with the idea, my balls tightening in expectation.

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