Page 7 of The Professor: Ep. 2

“Maddox,” she repeated, her sultry tone one I would hear in my dreams for nights to come.

Or maybe in my own fucking bed.

Because this woman was an addiction, causing me to forget reason.

I want her.

Why can’t I have her?

Temporarily.

A temporary term.

A forbidden affair.

Jesus, fuck, that’s hot.“Shit.” I was close. I needed herthere. Falling apart. Squeezing me. Dying right alongwithme.

I reached around her to give her those sensual strokes that would shoot her over the edge.

She whimpered against my mouth, her limbs shaking. “You going to come for me, baby?” I asked, skimming the mark on her lower lip with my tongue. “Don’t scream.”

She didn’t listen, her mind fracturing as I pinched her clit, the hint of pain sending her to the stars. I almost let her sounds be heard.

But logic struck me at the last second, and I silenced her with my mouth, my growl vibrating her tongue as my balls began to tighten.

Yes.

Fuck.

Sweet… bliss…

My stomach clenched as the explosion ripped out of me, the orgasm blackening my vision and nearly eclipsing my ability to think. Yet that little whisper of our surroundings, the reality of beingat work, grounded me enough to swallow my resulting bellow, my pleasure reverberating through my limbs and locking my knees.

I panted against her mouth, my hips glued to hers.

We remained like that, breaths heavy, bodies quaking, hearts racing, for what felt like hours but was more realistically seconds.

Until I broke the connection by pulling out of her.

She didn’t move, her ass still up in the air, her beautiful body splayed over my desk. I admired her, noting her swollen lips and the red mark on her hip from my grip.

She looked freshly fucked.

Even her hair was a mess.

Beautiful,I thought.

But she was missing something.

I wanted to be inside her.

To own her.

To serve as a reminder for the rest of the day of what she’d done in my office.

To defile her completely.

And I knew exactly how to do that.

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