Page 69 of Toy for the Teachers (Forbidden Fantasies)

She muffled another whimper of delight as I licked her again, only stopping to suck that little pink bud.

“I’m going to savor you, angel,” I amended. “I’m going to savor every second until you can’t stand it anymore.”

“However you want me,” she breathed back, “I’m yours.”

As she wasn’t permitted to moan or cry out as she liked, every trembling sensation rippled across her body with greater fervor. Millie clutched one breast over her sweater and let her free hand make a mess of my hair. Every time I thought she might relent, Millie didn’t give up. She offered me more and more of herself until she was on the very precipice of coming undone.

“Let me have you,” Millie finally had to plead.

“Thank God,” I muttered against her skin.

From the way she writhed to the quiet whimpers escaping her mouth, I was ten seconds from coming undone myself. My length was rock hard and ready to push deeper into her slick folds. Propping up on her elbows, Millie rose to meet my kiss as I entered her. She stole the air from my lungs and the groan from my chest. Grinding against her, I couldn’t imagine why we hadn’t done this sooner.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered breathlessly. “Don’t give up.”

I gripped her waist tighter. Her spine arched. I could feel myself on the edge of a release, but I clenched my jaw and held back. Only when Millie gasped did I let go. My hand covered her mouth to let her moan into my palm, and when the last exhale of ecstasy left her body, I kissed her again.

“I’m never going to get over you,” I swore through panting breaths.

I began to pull my slacks back up, but Millie stopped me.

“Here, sweetheart,” she purred. “Let me help you with that.”

I smiled like a delirious fool as she tucked my shirt back in and fixed my leather belt back into place. The haze of a satisfying afterglow was all around us. It made me forget where we were, and it kept from recognizing footsteps were padding down the hall. As Millie kissed me one last time, I was forced to remember why we didn’t have rendezvous like this at the office.

I hadn’t even thought about locking the office door.

Two knocks tapped against the old wood, and before we knew it, the door was swinging open. Jan, the graduate student who manned the department’s front desk, was throwing the door open wide without a care in the world.

“Hey, Professor C, this package just came for you,” she chimed before her jaw went slack.

Behind her tortoiseshell glasses, Jan’s eyes went wide. Her whole face turned red. She couldn’t see Millie’s underwear on the floor behind my desk, but she definitely saw our lips pulling apart. Millie quickly hopped off of the desk, her own eye filled with shock and horror.

“It’s not what it looks like,” she tried to say, but it was too late.

Jan dropped the padded envelope in the spare guest chair before scurrying off, clearly embarrassed and shocked silent. That wouldn’t last for long, though.

“Do you think she’ll report us?” Millie asked worriedly.

“No,” I answered with a heavy exhale, “but she’s got a damn big mouth.”

Pretty soon, she was going to be telling her friends in the graduate program what she saw, and who knew what those students would say. It didn’t matter if she snitched on us or not. It was only a matter of time before everybody knew what Millie and I had done.

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