Page 9 of The Professor
“Eyes on me,” Oliver growls, tapping my hip to make me listen. I obey, my eyes meeting his again. “You’re going to be a good little student and come for your professor right here in the library where anyone could stumble on us, do you understand me, Emma?”
Oh, God, if the way he’s thrusting into me doesn’t push me over the edge, his filthy words will. My nails dig into his shoulders through his shirt as pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me, my hips rocking with his, his cock hitting exactly where I need it to.
I can’t help but obey him. I tip over the edge, as I come around his cock, body lighting up with pleasure. My head falls back, my neck stretches towards the ceiling, throat exposed, my back arches. Oliver fucks me through it, prolonging my orgasm until he thrusts deep and finds his own release.
“Attention all students and staff, the library will be closing for the night in ten minutes,” a voice announces over the speakers. “Please ensure you take all your belongings with you when exiting the building.”
I can barely make sense of the words through the fog of desire. I slump against Oliver, panting, and he wraps me in his arms, still buried inside me as we both come down from our high.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I whisper when I can finally form words again, my head resting against his shoulder.
I can feel Oliver smile against my neck as he presses a soft kiss to my skin. “Me neither,” he says back, voice hushed, “I’ve been thinking about this for years.”
The confession shocks me. “Years?” I pull back so I can see his face, gaping at him. “What do you mean?” I ask, sure I’ve heard him wrong.
Oliver grins at me, clearly amused by my surprise. “I’ve had feelings for you since we were both just undergraduates,” he admits, a vulnerability in his voice that makes my heart pound. “Why do you look so shocked?”
I blink, unable to help the smile forming on my face. “I just…I just never thought you’d feel like that about me,” I babble, feeling my face heat. We’ve just had mindblowingly hot, public, sex, well, hidden in the corner of the library, but somehow him admitting he likes me has me blushing even more. “And,obviously, I feel the same. As evidenced by the fact I nearly got expelled over it.”
We laugh, foreheads pressed together, sharing breath as we try to keep ourselves quiet.
“Attention all students and staff, the library will be closing for the night in five minutes,” the librarian announces, and I curse under my breath.
“We should go,” I say, standing on shaky legs. Oliver holds out his hand, steadying me with a smile on his face.
“But we probably shouldn’t leave together,” he says gently, wincing.
I nod, knowing he’s right even if I hate the fact that we have to sneak around. I can’t risk getting expelled, and Oliver can’t risk getting fired.
He kisses me gently, and I melt against him, allowing myself a second to soak this blissful feeling up a little longer.
I leave ahead of him, giving the librarian a smile on the way out as though I don’t have my professor’s come inside of me.
One thing’s for sure, this semester is going to be far from boring.
6
OLIVER
The days that I don’t have Emma in my class drag by, and I find myself searching for her in every hallway of the college. When I finally cross paths with her, I pull her to the side under the guise of needing to discuss a project and instead hand her my number in place of notes. There’s no way I can resist talking to her for days, not after what we shared in the library, not when every waking thought I have is of her.
Having to hide my affection for her goes against every instinct I have. I want to show her off, to tell the whole world that she’s mine, to ensure there’s no doubt about who she belongs to. But I can’t. Instead, I have to act like there’s nothing between us at all, like I’m not obsessed with her. I can’t even walk into the library now without getting hard.
Not only has Emma taken up permanent residence in my mind, she’s also given me the first real wave of inspiration for the art exhibition that I’ve had. I’ll need to be careful that her face isn’t visible and that she’s not identifiable but…I can work with that.
I snap out of my thoughts as the door to the lecture hall opens and my Master’s students stream in, Emma at the front of the line. She takes a seat right at the front of the class, eyes on me and a smile on her face. I meet her gaze, knowing she can see my desire for her in my eyes, and she bites her lower lip, glancing away before we get caught.
I force my gaze away from her, reminding myself that I have a job to do, and greet the class. Luckily, I love my job, and the topic we’re covering today is one of my favorites, and the class goes by fast.
When I finish up and the students are packing up and filing out, I go to call out to Emma to ask her to stay behind, but she’s beaten me to it. When I look up from closing the lecture slides, I find her in front of me, a secretive smile on her face.
“I wondered if I could have a moment of your time?” she asks, keeping her tone professional, like we’re nothing more than a student and a professor.
I lean forward over my desk, raising a brow at her. “Of course,” I say, shuffling my notes into a pile and stacking them on the side. “I always have time for my students.” I lower my voice as I add, “Especially ones who need…extra tutoring.” The implication in my words makes her blush, her gaze dropping to where my cock is perking up at her closeness.
It doesn’t take long for the room to empty, leaving us alone. I stride past her, heading for the doors. Thesnickof the lock echoes through the classroom, and when I turn back around, I find Emma’s wide eyes locked onto my every move.
The air between us crackles as I stalk back over to her.
