Page 4 of Yes! Professor Hendrix
But what fucked me up most was that ass. Round, thick, walking poetry. Every step she took was a rhythm I wanted to fuck to. That bounce in her hips had me biting the inside of my cheek, pretending like I wasn’t imagining how they’d feel locked in my hands while I drove myself deep inside her. Her curves were a whole religion. And I was the sinner ready to pray at the altar of her body.
Everything about her made my dick twitch and my mind go dark. She wasn’t just sexy, she was dangerous. The kind of woman that makes a man ruin his whole fucking life with a smile andstillsay thank you.
The first day I’d noticed her, I didn’t talk to her. Didn’t need to. Some faces stay in your head whether you want them to or not—especially when they come back to haunt you while you’re trying to fuck somebody else.
That night, a woman was underneath me, begging for more. But all I saw was Miss Morrow. Her eyes. Her mouth wrapped around my hard dick. Her soft voice moaning my name. I had to shut my damn eyes just to avoid calling out the wrong name. The woman Iwasn’tfucking but couldn’t stop thinking about while deep in another pussy.
Then yesterday, when I was trying to clear my head, focus on field trip logistics, chase her outta my system, she sentthatmessage.
At first, I thought it was a mistake. But then I read it again.
And again.
That scene she wrote hadn’t just caught me off guard. It’d hit me like a fist to the chest and gone straight to my fucking dick. The way she’d written it was raw. Dirty. No filter. And once I knew she was an erotic romance author? Fuck. My mind started racing.
I was gonnaownher.
Yeah, I knew what the rules said. I knew I wasn’t supposed to eventhinkabout a parent like this. But rules were for when you hadn’t already felt her breath on your skin and tasted her name on your tongue. And anyway, I knew that when the time came, I was gonna fuck them rules.
I did not plan to make a move at that moment. Not until she stood in front of me. Flushed. Nervous. Beautiful. And saidMr. Nolan.
All my instincts fired at once. Told me to take her. Fuck her slow to the rhythm of every damn word she’d written. To turn her fantasies into flashbacks.
I wanted her to think about my dick every time she wrote a dirty line. My hands on her body. My fingers in her pussy. My mouth on her clit. I wanted her to write about the way I would make her beg.
I typed out the final numbers for the field trip—thirty-one students, four volunteers—and hit send. Done.
Then I leaned back in my chair and smiled.
This woman had no idea what she just started.
But I did.
And it was gonna be legendary.
Friday
The kids were alreadyon the bus, climbing over seats like they’d never seen a damn window before. Parents were wrapping up, handing off lunch bags and final kisses. Everyone was good to go.
Except Marisa.
I let her wait a minute. She stood at the bottom of the steps, her backpack hugged tight to her shoulders, eyes scanning like someone was missing.
“Where’s your mom?” I asked.
“She dropped me at the entrance and went back home. She couldn’t come. She said she was working this morning,” said the little girl, voice small.
I nodded once and told her to climb onto the bus. Then I pulled out my phone, walked a few steps away, and called her mom.
She answered fast. “Hello?”
“The bus is ready to leave,” I said. “We’re missing one volunteer.”
She paused. “Right. About that... I actually didn’t understand the school message. It said I was a volunteer, but I never signed up for the trip.”
“I know,” I said. “I signed you up.”
The silence was heavy – sharp.
