I lean down and kiss her on her willing lips. The girl melts into me as my hands wrap around her, holding her tight.
“I like your hoodie,” she says, grabbing at the fabric around my neck.
“Well,” I reply, “like you, it’s also sweaty. You make me work hard when we fuck, so I perspire a lot.”
“That’s exactly why I like it,” my student says with a twinkle in her eyes.
Damn. I really like that look.
And so I pull off the hoodie. Olivia watches me in lustful delight as I do so.
“Here,” I say, handing the sweaty hoodie to her. “Have it. It’s yours now.”
“Why?” she asks.
“Because I find it hot that you’ll always have a piece of me with you.”
“Okay.”
The girl fits the thing over her head. It’s gigantic on her.
She looks so damn adorable.
“Damn, girl,” I remark, “you lookwaytoo good in that.”
Olivia kisses me.
“It’s mine now,” she retorts. “You can’t take it back.”
“I’m not planning to,” I say.
“Shut up.”
I lean down to her ear and whisper. “How about we go back to mine and find a reason for you to take that hoodie off?”
Olivia blushes brightly, and I know that’s ayes.
45
OLIVIA
It’s sohard to concentrate when the man you have been passionately fucking for the last few days is your university professor, especially when he is standing in front of the class looking so damn...hot.
As usual.
Can this man ever not look simply dashing?
Him in a tailored expensive suit. His cheekbones sharp enough to cut through hearts. His jawline square and perfect. His blue eyes looking deep within your soul...
I’m sitting here in the lecture hall practically drooling over my professor as he does a lecture about my favorite book. It’s part of the syllabus requirement that he teaches us about Wuthering Heights, but I don’t doubt that he takes particular delight in talking about my favorite book in front of me.
And it is not just his stunning physical appearance that takes my breath away. He has so muchpassionfor the history of words and stories. So much fire in him that it’s hard not to find myself falling into a pit of desire for the way he storms the lecture. I have to say, men with passion are such a turn-on.
“And now we turn our attention to the hero, or antihero, of the story,” Professor Penmayne says in front of the class in his deep expressive timbre. “Heathcliff - the most possessive man in literature. He is a walking contradiction between his heart’s desire for Catherine, the love of his life, and the burning ambition to enact his retribution on her and her family. So many people read the text as some love story when you can equally read it as a revenge story, and nothing can stop Heathcliff from getting the things his heart desires most. His character goes to the very basics of one of the dominant themes of the novel, which is nature versus civilization. He may appear civilized to the world outside, but that merely conceals his true nature of being a ferocious wild animal. Heathcliff may be a very conflicted man, but the love for his woman is the driving force in his life.”
With that last line, Spencer’s eyes fall on mine. It’s a deliberate move from him.
And I don’t look away.