Page 7 of The Professor
Because Emma’s not the only one withinappropriatethoughts. She’s just the only one to get caught.
I watch as she takes hurried breaths, her chest rising and falling fast. I can’t help but notice how her low cut top pushes her breasts up, like an offering I’m dying to take. Everything about her is damn near irresistible, and my control is dangerously close to snapping.
“I, um…” she stammers, biting her lower lip, clearly embarrassed. My eyes trail over her body, and I catch the way she squeezes her thighs together, how the outline of her nipples are now visible through her top. She’s turned on.
God help me, I think, as all the blood in my body rushes south. My cock hardens, lust taking over me.
“Be a good girl and tell me what you said, Emma,” I hum, my voice low and deep.
She inhales sharply, and the sound makes my cock jerk.
“Oh,” she breathes, blinking her big blue eyes as her tongue darts out to lick her lip. Fuck, I wish we were somewhere more private. “I, well…I might have said something about wanting to seduce you…”
Goddammit, if only she had any idea how much I want that, too. The Dean’s threats ring in the back of my mind, and I’d hate to be the reason Emma suffers disciplinary action. More than that, my neck will be on the line too if anything happens between us, hell even if the Deansuspectsanything’s happening between us.
So instead of kissing her senseless like I really want, I take a step back. Her eyes flick down to my crotch and widen when she no doubt sees the evidence of what she does to me.
“It’s time for class,” I say, my voice gravelly with desire. “But I think you could do with some extra tutoring, don’t you? A guiding hand, perhaps, to keep you on the right path, especially about ourcode of conduct,and well away from trouble.”
There’s no missing the real meaning to my words, but I still wonder if Emma realizes just what I want ourstudy sessionsto include. She nods, agreeing easily, flushed and panting a little.
We can’t go to class like this. Can’t be seen together like this.
“Go on ahead of me to class,” I instruct. “And meet me in the library, at our table, tomorrow after your last class of the day.Bring your research, and you can show me just what a dedicated student you are.”
“Okay,” Emma breathes, clearly reeling with what’s just happened. Was she worried I’d react differently? That what happened with the Dean would push me away? She couldn’t have been more wrong.
I wait for her to leave, then have to wait another two minutes while my body calms the fuck down, before it’s safe for me to head to class. I’m five minutes late to my own lecture, but I can’t bring myself to regret the reason why.
The next afternoon,I head straight from my last lecture to the library, so eager to see Emma that the five minute walk takes me only three. I give the librarian a nod as I enter, heading straight for the secluded table in the back corner. Students rarely venture that deep into the library, preferring the tables at the front. Occasionally, the librarian will grab a book from back here that a student needs, but I doubt that we’ll be bothered by anyone this evening.
It’s a fact I’m grateful for. Emma was the one getting in trouble from the Dean, but I’m just as responsible for this whole situation. I haven’t exactly discouraged her, hell I’ve flirted back. My thoughts have been sounprofessionalthat I’d probably get fired on the spot if the Dean could read my mind.
I pull out my notebook, scribbling down ideas, double checking to make sure nobody’s looking over my shoulder. I know what I want to submit to the show now, can practically picture the images and film in my head…but it can never come to life.
Could it?
“Hey,” a soft, feminine voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
I set the notebook down on the table, a smile grabs my face instinctively as I turn to see Emma. Immediately, my blood heats and all the thoughts I spent the whole of my lecture trying to suppress come rushing back.
I want her.
More than that, Ineedher.
“Sit,” I say, gesturing to the chair across from me. She obeys, and I hook my foot around the leg of her chair, pulling her closer. “Have you started your assignment yet?
I feel like I deserve an award for my restraint as she leans over to pull her laptop out of her bag, showing off her cleavage. I clench my fist to stop myself reaching for her.
She talks me through her ideas for her project, and I offer advice and critique, and somehow we get onto the conversation of movies and our favourite directors. The conversation flows so easily between us that it’s like we’ve spent years together instead of years apart.
Her eyes flick to where my notebook rests on the table, and her throat bobs as she swallows.
“How isyourproject going?” she asks, her voice a little husky as she whispers the words. She leans closer to me, like we’re sharing a secret.
I suppose we are.
I’d like to share more than just this secret with her. Fuck, there’s so many secrets I want to have with her.
