Page 32 of One Night With My Grumpy Professor Daddy

What have you done Ava Miller?

If anybody finds out, he’ll lose his position. I knock on his office door hesitantly, paranoid about being seen, and a muffled “come in” replies. I walk in, leaving the door open behind me to curb any further suspicion. Drakes seated behind his mahogany desk. And for a second, neither of us says anything. His gray eyes bore into mine. My breath hitches—he looks amazing. But I don’t move, I’m paralyzed in the doorway, not knowing how to express what I’m feeling. And as if he senses my inner turmoil, he stands, closes the distance between us, reaches behind me and clicks the door locked. He leans in, “Hey.”

The smell of his cedar-scented cologne fills me with want. My instincts are to reach for him, but after the news I’d heard this afternoon, I know I’m playing with fire.

“Hey,” I say back, unsure if he can tell what I’m thinking.

“Are you OK?” His eyes search mine, creasing in worry.

“A professor was caught sleeping with a student,” I squeak out, but I know he doesn’t need to hear the whole story to know what I’m talking about. Saying it out loud makes it real, like it could’ve happened to anyone…even us. Drake nods. “Yeah…I heard—Professor Morales is leaving quietly—he’ll be turning in his resignation this week.” I’m instantly flooded with relief, followed by a resurgence of anxiety. I wasn’t expecting to hear that, and even though I know he said Professor Morales, I don’t feel any better. My body’s uptight, still feeling like the scandals about us.

“How do you think he was caught?” I whisper.

“Somebody saw them and reported it.” I swallow, “No.” Drake and I have tried pretty hard to be discreet, but honestly, I don’t know… anything can happen to anyone. Plus…I saw Monica heading to the classroom that day after I left, so she couldn’t have seen it.

“Do you think… someone might have seen us?”

“No, I don’t. But I think it’s wise to be on our best behavior, at least till this rumor dies down.“ I nod. “Of course, yeah…that makes sense—It’s the smart thing to do in this situation.” I look up at his bulging biceps filling his crisp white shirt, heat rolls through my body. I look away and feel his breath on my face, my lips, my chin. He’s so close but so far away.

“I guess I should stop coming here too.” I say, trying to put distance between us, you can’t be too careful you know.” He nods. “That’s probably the best thing.”

“And… we should stop seeing each other outside of class too, maybe stick to emails for now?” A look flashes in his eyes, but he covers it up quickly and nods again. I look anywhere but him. Why does the thought of not seeing him hurt more than it should? And like a breakup, my heart feels like it’s ripping through my chest.

“And when we’re in class, maybe I should avoid speaking altogether so no one gets suspicious.” When I say that, I look away so he can’t see the pain welled up in my eyes. We’re not exactly an item, so why does it feel like I’m losing a big part of me? Even though he’s taking it in stride, I can tell he’s affected too.

“Ava…”

“I need to go.” I turn around, trying to save myself from saying anything I might regret. He grabs hold of my hand. “Wait, Ava.” I pause but don’t turn because the back of my throat burns, and I’m scared. If I see the hurt in his eyes, it’ll be my undoing. “Look at me.” His voice is gentle but firm, and I have no other option but to turn around. One look, and my resistance chips. I don’t want to have to say goodbye. I’m not exactly sure what I’m feeling. I just know it cuts like a knife. I look in his direction but not in his eyes.

“Ava…” He tips my chin to look up at him, and when my eyes finally stray to his, something breaks me.

“I want to kiss you,” he murmurs before leaning in to place his lips on mine. It’s soft and feels like goodbye. But what starts out sweet and tentative quickly turns rough and insistent— both of us say with our lips what we can’t voice out.

I want you.

I care for you.

And I don’t want to stop.

We drink each other in, not caring to come up for air. His lips slide against mine, and once again, we’re dancing between the gray lines of what’s right and wrong.

“I don’t know if I can stay away from you,” he whispers as he kisses down my neck.

“Me too,” I kiss him back, reaching for his tongue with mine.

“I need to have you one last time.” He pants between kisses while unzipping my jeans as he rubs deliciously against my nub.

“Damn, baby... I can’t stop… you’re making me crazy.”

Those words crash into my stomach, making me even hotter. I want him so bad. I unbuckle his belt and lower his zipper, reaching in to touch him. I drop to my knees, pulling down his pants with me. I bat my eyes, grinning at him as I give him a few easy strokes, sliding my tongue against my lips at the sight of his straining erect cock. I roll my tongue in a circular motion while coating him in saliva. Licking along the base till I reach the precum on his tip. Drake looks down at me with the darkest look on his face that fuels a fire inside me. I take him in my mouth, loving how he slides to the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he whispers harshly. Spurred by his reaction, I bob my head faster up and down his shaft. The squelching sounds as he slides in and out of my mouth excite me. His face contorts as he narrows his focus on me while his hand fists my hair. I release him with a pop and go down to his balls, sucking and licking with my hands working up and down his length.

“Ava, fuck!” In a second, I’m no longer kneeling but pushed up against the door. My pants are pulled down, my lace underwear yanked roughly to the side. Just as he’s about to enter me, I freeze.

“Did you hear that?” I whisper. He freezes and listens for a bit. A few voices sound out close to the door where we’re pressed, half-naked.

“We should stop,” he says, still panting hard. His cock straining, sliding and teasing my moist lips. I move slightly against him, causing friction, teasing the head of his cock into my folds. “Yes, we should,” I agree. But neither of us stop the small teasing movement between each other. He’s almost in, but barely, then suddenly withdraws, and I’m left deprived. I can see the strain on his face as he helps me get dressed, buttoning up my top. He places his head beside mine and whispers darkly. “If you go out now, I can wait 30 minutes and meet you in your apartment.” A shiver runs down my spine at the thought, “How am I going to stay away from someone who turns my blood to lava with a single touch?”

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