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He was panting. "Mmmmm," he sighed. He pulled out and turned me over. He stared down at me. I suddenly felt unbelievably exposed. He bit his lip and ran his hand through his hair.
"Penny."
"Professor Hunter."
His Adam's apple rose and fell. He pulled the condom off and tossed it in the trash.
"I like being punished," I said.
"I like punishing you." He pulled his jeans back in place and slowly buttoned his shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone. He rolled up the sleeves.
I didn't want it to end. I didn't want his body to be hidden underneath his clothes.
"I have a class that I must get to or I'd be tempted to have you again." He lifted his satchel over his shoulder. "By the way, you gave a fair argument. I'll reconsider your grade."
I felt my jaw drop slightly as he let his eyes rest on my exposed breasts. I wanted to say something enticing and sexy but my mind was foggy. This had surpassed even my wildest fantasies of him.
"Please lock the door when you leave." He let his eyes linger on my body for one more moment before walking out of the office and closing the door behind him.
He left me naked and alone in his office, more addicted to him than ever.
Temptation - Chapter 21
Monday
It looked like a tornado had just swept through the small office. Papers were scattered all over, some seeping in the coffee that had spilled on the floor. A broken vase lay on the ground in fragments.Just this once.How could he expect me to give him up now?
I put my arms across my naked body to cover myself and climbed off of Professor Hunter's desk. My bra was in the corner next to a filing cabinet. I maneuvered around the obstacle of pens on the ground and quickly clasped it back on. My skirt, tank top, and underwear were lying by his desk. The shirt was partially wet from landing in the pool of coffee on the floor. I put it on anyway.
I let my breath escape after I had finished dressing and looked around the room. This was the only professor's office I had ever been to, but I assumed it was similar to everyone else's. The only thing that seemed out of place, besides for the office supplies strewn all over the floor, was the suitcase in the corner. Was he planning on going somewhere? I ran my finger along the edge of his desk as I walked behind it and sat in his chair. His scent was everywhere. I took a deep breath.Just this once.Why did I agree to that? Looking at the desk, thinking of what we had just done, made me want him all over again.
I stared at the closed drawers. Every inch of me wanted to go through them and his suitcase. But I didn't want to snoop. I wanted him to trust me. If he trusted me then maybe this could be more. I leaned back in his chair and felt the softness of the sweater he had left behind. A smile spread across my lips. It didn't need to be just this once. It couldn't be just this once.When I stood up I was a little sore. A chill ran up my spine as I remembered him inside of me. I grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen from the ground, sat back down, and wrote him a note:
Professor Hunter,
Thank you for listening to my argument. But I don't think I've learned my lesson. You might need to show me that again.
P.S. I borrowed your sweater.
Just in case someone came in before him, I decided against signing it. I pushed the note into the middle of his empty desk and placed the pen on top of it. I got up and shoved his sweater into my backpack. I turned the lock on the inside of the door, smoothed my tank top, and then walked confidently out of Professor Hunter's office, closing the door behind me.Just this once my ass.
***
I was sitting on my bed daydreaming. The T.V. was on so that Melissa wouldn't grow suspicious of the glazed look over my eyes. She was too good at identifying my different moods. Just thinking about what had happened earlier made my heart race.
My phone buzzed. When I looked down I gulped. It was Professor Hunter. I had been hoping all day that he'd text me, and now he finally had. The message read: "I see that you've taken another one of my sweaters."
I felt the smile spread over my face. I typed out, "I was a bit chilly after you left me naked and alone in your office, Professor Hunter," and pressed send.
Professor Hunter: "I apologize for my abrupt departure. But you barged into my office at a rather inconvenient time."
Me: "And when would be a convenient time?"
I heard Melissa's book slam shut, and I jumped slightly.
"You should see the look on your face, Penny. Who on earth are you talking to?!" Melissa asked and flung one of the pillows off her bed and at my face.
I dodged the pillow and looked up at her, but I couldn't get the stupid smile off my face. "No one," I said, and quickly exited out of my message thread with Professor Hunter and slid my phone under my covers.
