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I had done the reading as required but hadn’t understood half of it. I should pay attention to his lecture but it was impossible. He stood there behind the oak lectern like a Greek god in thick-frame spectacles—exactly the type I liked, and his intelligent eyes twinkled behind the lenses as he spoke. The grin on his face was evidence of his enthusiasm about the topic he taught.
Pride filled my heart as I gawked at him, still unable to believe what had happened two days ago. First, the professor turned out to be the daddy of my child and the man I had missed. And then, he told me he had missed me and made it clear he still wanted me.
My mind lost focus, and I recalled our kiss the other night, and my thighs tingled like they had done so often in the past forty-eight hours. That night after I had returned home, I soaked in the bath and fingered myself to orgasm while thinking about Jackson and our unforgettable night. It had fueled countless masturbations in the five years we were apart, and I still relished it even though the potency had declined as my memory faded. Now, with the reappearance of Jackson, my imagination renewed, and the fire inside me became even more fierce.
It was hard to pay attention to econ theories when the professor was so hot. No one could blame me. And I was sure I wasn't the only one. My neighbor Katie was much older than me. She didn't even bother to hide her interest in the professor. She had been calling him "hottie" behind his back. And she'd been wearing those revealing clothes to get his attention. Shit. At least I wasn't that obvious and pretended I was taking notes most of the time while my imagination went wild. Yep. I had imagined going up to the podium and wrapping my arms around his neck, pinning him against the wall and pressing my lips on his. I had envisioned hiding behind the lectern to give him a blowjob…
Jackson’s voice faded out as I imagined myself sneaking onto the podium and hiding behind his broad back.Pressing my face on his shoulder, I held his waist as he talked about demand and supply theories. My hands slipped to his front, and felt his hardening center. I stroked him and made him pause from speaking. I stifled a giggle, knowing how frustrated he must’ve been. But he resumed his lecture like an experienced professor would, which impressed me and made me naughtier. I crouched down slowly and squeezed my body between his legs and into the lectern. I kneeled, facing him, and reached his zipper. I unzipped his pants and freed his cock from his briefs. It jolted like an excited pet, hitting my cheek as it expanded like a quickly inflated balloon. It was as long and thick as I remembered and I didn’t hesitate to pull it into my mouth.
He tasted salty and sweet, nothing like I had had before. I had never liked giving a blow job before, but I loved the feeling of Jackson’s manhood in my mouth. It turned me on.
A moan escaped my mouth… Wait a minute. It wasn’t me. It was… Katie, the woman sitting next to me.
“Ooh,” she was saying in a husky voice. “I got you. That makes sense.”
I blinked out of my daydream and turned to look at my neighbor, a coquettish woman in her forties, who was smiling and nodding with satisfaction.
Jeez. Why did she have to use that kind of voice to speak to the professor? I resisted my urge to roll my eyes. Katie had the habit of exaggerating, but that was still too much.
Katie owned a clothing company and was very attractive. I had overheard her conversation with another student that, unlike the rest of us, she had wanted a degree for pure vanity. She had already had a successful business career but would like to have a college degree from UCLA.
The curvy woman always dressed well to the class. Today she was wearing a tight dress made of whitejacquardprinted with Chanel’s double C emblems, her cleavage spilling over the low neckline.
"It’s kind of common sense, isn’t it?” Katie continued. “Demand drives up prices. The reason designer bags are expensive is because people can’t have enough of them.”
The professor nodded with a smile that made me jealous of Katie. "Right, but once manufacturers supply more products, the price will go down..."
“Of course." Katie smiled and nodded, batting her eyelashes too. "It makes sense. Thank you for explaining it so well."
I stifled another eye roll.
"Let's look at another example," Dr. Hale said and selected the next lecture slide. And then, he gave me a smoldering look that made me shudder. I didn’t think anyone else noticed it because they were all staring at the screen. I was the only one who wasn’t paying attention to the lecture notes.
My mind plunged to the gutter again. Damn.This isn’t working.I stood up and went out to use the restroom. I splashed cold water on my face.What the hell am I doing here? I have to focus. But how is it possible?
Chapter 10
Sabrina
It had been two weeks since Jackson had returned to my life and my mind had been all over the place. I had trouble focusing at work, not to mention during his lectures. True to his promises, he hadn’t made another move toward me after the first night of the class, leaving me room to think. But it didn’t mean he had ignored me completely. From time to time, he would stare at me intensely and make me squirm in my seat. His subtle attention was flattering and yet frightening at the same time.
I couldn’t make up my mind about what to do with him. I couldn't deny my attraction for him, and I fantasized about him like a mad woman. I wanted to indulge in my passion and have an affair with the professor / my son’s dad. But unlike five years ago, I was not a carefree woman anymore. I was a mom. I couldn't afford another love affair that would jeopardize my life. Besides, I had no idea how to bring up Aiden. I had to tell him about our child, but I wasn’t ready. Avoiding alone time with Jackson was a natural way to delay the ordeal.
But the longer I avoided him, the more I wanted to be with him. This was why, despite all the rational thinking, I couldn't talk myself out of leaving work an hour early to see him in his office hour.
I took a deep breath before knocking on Jackson’s door. When he opened it a minute later, he looked perplexed at first, and then he grinned.
"How may I help you, Sabrina?" he said as he opened the door wider to let me in.
I stepped into his spacious office overlooking the campus. "I, er, need help with the online homework. I keep getting the wrong answers.”And I also wanted to see you.
"Okay. I can help you.” He pulled a chair for me to sit on and then sat down next to me.
I opened my laptop, logged in to the website, and then pretended to look for a question I didn’t get. “This one,” I pointed to the screen.
“Let me see.” He read the question quickly. “If the market starts with a surplus of 200 tons of tomatoes, how much must the price change before the market is in equilibrium? Okay, the first thing to do is to figure out the price at the surplus level using the given information. I know math isn’t your favorite subject, but bear with me.”
Geez. He remembered everything I had told him that night! My heart fluttered at the realization, and I could hardly pay any attention again. All I was aware of was his male scent and his intense eyes. I nodded at what he said, but I didn’t hear anything.
