Page 10 of Yes! Professor Hendrix
“Driver,” I called out, loud enough for the whole bus to hear. “Pull over at the next station. Miss Morrow’s got an urgent need that can’t wait.” I said, sliding my fingers into my mouth to taste her.
And fuck!She tasted so damn good.
Chapter Five
Lena Morrow
The way he talked to me, the way he touched me, took control of my body like it was his… it was insane. Every word he whispered made my legs weak. Every time he looked at me like that, I felt my pussy clench so hard it hurt. My clit throbbed painfully every time I eventhoughtabout resisting him.
I still couldn’t believe he finger-fucked me on a damn school bus. Right there, with my daughter sitting a few seats away. And now? Now I was about to step off that bus just because he told me to. Told me to go find a bathroom so he could finish what he started and my body, traitorous and dripping, was obeying like I had no will of my own.
“Mom, where are you going? Are you alright?” Marisa’s voice snapped through my daze, her eyes wide and worried as shesaw me stand, shaky and slow, with Mr. Nolan following close behind.
“I’m… umm…” My voice cracked, useless. I was still wrecked from the orgasm he’d pulled out of me like it was nothing. Still feeling the aftershocks pulsing between my thighs.
“She’ll be fine, Mari,” he said, crouching to her level. “Remember what I always tell you?”
She nodded, the worry leaving her little face like he had some magic spell.
“That one day you’ll take care of my mom… and we will both have your name,” she said, innocent and so damn sure.
“Yes, sweetheart. That promise starts today. Do you trust me with taking care of your mom?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “And I can’t wait for you to become my dad, Mr. Nolan.”
My breath caught. My eyes widened. What the fuck was happening? Did I just hear that right? This man had been whispering promises to my daughter? Promises about becoming her dad? Changing her name?
“What did you say to my baby?” I asked, stunned.
He gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and stood to face me with that same fucking heat in his eyes.
“Don’t look at me like you didn’t hear what I said toourdaughter.”
Our daughter?!
My chest coiled tight and in that moment my pussy throbbed so hard I damn near stumbled. The way he spoke, so possessive and raw and certain, ignited a deep heat that burned straight through me. I should have been scared, because what he said was fucking crazy, but the roar of my body drowned out every trace of fear.
“I told you I don’t like to repeat myself. I like when students focus, listen, and learn fast, Miss Morrow.”
Then he leaned in, lips at my ear, voice thick and slow.
“Now hurry the fuck out so I can fuck that pussy that’s been begging to be filled.”
Then he turned, gave a few instructions to the driver and volunteers like everything was normal, like the world wasn’t spinning off its axis, and walked off the bus.
I stood there, frozen. My feet refused to move, but my pussy clenched around nothing, wet and throbbing from just his voice. My chest rose and fell fast. I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’tbreathe.
And then my feet moved but I wasn’t the one controlling them.
What the fuck is he doing to me?
The second thedoor clicked shut behind him, the world shifted.
We stood there, just the two of us, caught in that tight silence that hums with danger and heat. Our eyes locked—and in his, I saw it. That raw, carnal hunger he didn’t bother to hide. Like he’d waited long enough. Like he already knew what was his.
His chest rose once, then slowly, he stepped forward. His hands came up, arms stretching out on either side of me, and then—God—those hands slid down, slow and deliberate, to settle at my waist. The moment his palms made contact with my skin through the thin fabric, I gasped. His touch was warm. Confident. Possessive. His fingers pressed in just enough to make me feel the weight of him, the claim in it. My stomach tightened instantly, a flutter shooting down between my legs.
Then he pulled me to him, all in one motion—strong, firm, like his body was a wall and I belonged up against it. My back hit the door, and he didn’t stop. He pinned me there with thefull length of him, chest to chest, thighs pressing mine open just enough to make me lose focus.
