Page 8 of Wrong Number, Right Silver Fox
I obsessed about her for quite a bit until I saw Emily Wilson at the faculty meeting. Something about her struck me and left me off kilter. But she's at least twenty years younger than me, and I can't pursue her—except she's been following me around campus.
Today is the day, though. I will confront her. I want to know what game she is playing. So when I leave class, I lead her somewhere different than where I usually go. That's where I've laid my trap. When she least expects it, I jump out of my hiding place and confront her.
Seeing her close like this is a treat to my senses. Her beautiful auburn hair and those sexy freckles on her nose do things to my stomach. She's valiantly defending herself against my accusation. She tries to escape several times, but I won't let her.
There's something I recognize in her voice, though. Something familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. That's when a chill goes through me. That's my Vixen. Could it be her?Here?My cock is already at half-mast remembering what we did on the phone.
When she finally confirms it, my zipper is hurting my cock which is violently pressing against it. I can't talk to her here,so I grab her in a fireman's carry and take her to one of the classrooms that aren't being used right now.
"What are you doing? Let me down."
"We need to have an important conversation, Vixen."
I'm reluctant to let go of her now that I've got her in my arms, but feeling her warmth against my body is not doing me any favors. So I put her down and take a good look at her. She's perfect, and she's mine.
"You really are a savage!"
"Did you always know it was me? Did you call me specifically?"
She seems taken aback by my questions, but I don't let up.
"Why did you choose me?"
"I didn't. I butt-dialed you. It wasn't planned. It just happened."
"Why did you hang up on me? I wasn't done with you."
I don't know why I'm letting my heart open this way, but this woman has shattered all the barriers I have around myself.
"Two earth-shattering orgasms weren't enough?"
I want to take her back in my arms and hold her, but right now we're in a dangerous place in our relationship.
I can't believe I'm thinking these thoughts. One thing is for certain, I'm gone for her—completely bewitched.
"Vixen, I'm holding on by a thread here. I need you in my arms. Tell me you want me the same way I want you."
She takes her backpack and puts it on the desk in front of her. She seems uneasy, and I want to change that.
"I don't know what I want. When I heard your voice at that meeting, I knew who you were. That's why I've been following you around. I wanted to know more about you."
My heart jumps a bit at her words.
"I'm an open book to you, Miss Wilson."
"Emily. You can call me Emily."
I take slow, short steps forward until I'm toe to toe with her. She's tiny. Five feet five inches to my six feet. Her curvy body is screaming at me to touch her, but I can't do that without her permission.
"I’d rather call you Vixen."
"That's a fantasy. This is real life, professor."
"Jack or Savage to you."
She blushes, and my best guess is that she's remembering the dirty things we said to each other that night. The night that changed everything. I lift my hand to push her hair back, but I hesitate to touch her. I need her consent.
When I go to take my hand back she grabs it and places it on her face. Her skin is soft, and she's hot to the touch. She closes her eyes as if my touch gives her relief. What am I to do with this beautiful angel?
