Page 22 of The Professor
“I’m fond of her too. She an excellent student, the best I have actually. She’s going to accomplish great things,” I say, looking between him and Emma.
He turns to Emma and smiles. “See this isn’t embarrassing, he likes you.”
Aubrey, Finn and I all laugh, but Emma’s face begins to turn red.
“Enough Dad. Thank you, Professor Grayson, I’m sorry we interrupted your night.”
“You definitely didn’t interrupt my night,” I say, keeping my eyes locked on hers.
“Emma, you need to relax. You embarrass far too easily,” he father says. “She’s a good girl. Never gave me any trouble like most teenagers do. It’s nice to hear that’s she’s made such an impression with you.”
“She definitely has, more than anyone,” I say, looking at her as I say the last part. “I’ll let you get back to your night. It was great meeting you, sir. Goodnight everyone.”
I walk back over to my table and Liam looks like the bird that just ate the canary. His smile gets wider as I sit back down.
“You definitely don’t want to fuck her. It couldn’t be more clear,” he says, laughing.
Taking a bite of my burger, I ignore him. I ignore him because he’s right. I want to fuck her.
Chapter 11
Emma
The weekend flewby as always and I’m on my way to class. Professor Grayson’s class. I’m honestly a bit nervous because the last time I saw him was at the diner when my dad was trying to embarrass me. Aubrey had to tell him who Professor Grayson was when he walked past our table. I kicked her discreetly, but she just laughed. I knew that my dad was going to call him over and I wasn’t ready to face him just yet.
Listening to him talk about me to my dad, was flattering. Maybe the most flattered I’ve even been. Even with my dad sitting there, I couldn’t help but start to get turned on listening to Professor Grayson’s deep voice. It washes over me in the most amazing way. All I could think was how I want to feel his hands on my body and his lips on mine. Which is why I was thankful when he walked away.
It’s hopeless trying to keep my mind off of him. It seems every time we’re together, something else happens. Which has me both excited and nervous as I walk into class and take my seat. Glancing up my eyes crash into his. He searches my eyes before letting his wander over my body. It makes me want to cover myself, as much as, it makes me want to show him more. He makes me feel completely exposed while I’m fully dressed. It’s a fucking turn on.
“Alright, I hope everyone has their paper for me. I expect it on my desk as you leave,” he says, getting right back to the role as a professor.
Class is long and the longer it is, the more turned on I’m getting. Watching his arms flex beneath his dress shirt when he enthusiastically explains something, studying his firm ass when he writes on the chalkboard, and staring into his hypnotic eyes as he listens to students speak. Damn, he’s the hottest distraction I’ve ever had.
“Finish reading this chapter for homework. When you drop off your paper on my desk, grab this study guide. I want it completed by next week,” he says, placing the papers on his desk.
Everyone starts getting up, including me. I need to get the hell out of here before I ask him to take care of my wet pussy. It ishisfault after all.
“Miss Bower, I need to see you after class,” he yells out.
I sit back down and wait until almost everyone has gone. With my pulse racing, I slowly walk up to his desk.
“Did you need something professor?” I ask with more confidence than I feel.
Reaching into his briefcase, he pulls out a magazine. “I thought you’d might like to see the magazine that my article got published in,” he says, grinning as he hands it to me.
“Wow, this is amazing,” I say, flipping through the pages.
“There are a few interesting things in there. You’re welcome to keep that copy if you like. I also wanted to show you this,” he begins, opening his desk drawer. Walking around his desk so he’s standing next to me, he hands me a paper. “Psychology Magazine is looking for undergraduates to write an article for them. I thought it would be something you’d be interested in exploring. I think you have a good chance of catching their attention, but no matter what it’s something great to have under your belt when you apply for your internship.”
I’m overwhelmed with the way he seems to go out of his way to do things for me. Taking a risk, I reach out and grab his hand. The second our skin connects it’s like a straight shot to my core. Looking up into his darkening eyes, he gives my hand a squeeze.
Neither of us say anything, we stand in complete silence. The air around us is thickening and you can faintly hear both of our hearts beating out of our chests. He begins to move his thumb against the palm of my hand. It’s the most erotic, simple thing that’s ever happened to me. His dark eyes are bouncing back and forth between mine, searching them for answers. Answers I’m not sure I have, because the longer we stand here the stronger this connection between us feels.
I poke my tongue out of my mouth slightly, wetting my lips. Inviting him to have a taste. He closes his eyes briefly before letting out a deep, yet soft, growl. A sound that makes me know he’s giving in to this. Our breathing increases and he pulls me closer. So close that I can feel his hard cock pressing against me. I let out a soft moan when he ever so slightly pushes forward.
“Professor Grayson, I’m so glad I haven’t missed you.”
Just like that our sexual bubble pops and he steps back so quickly I thought he’d fall.
