Professor, page 7
I slipped my tongue between his lips and moaned, and as the kiss became even more passionate, as Lucian ground his cock against my belly, I knew that if I let myself, if we both let ourselves go right in this moment, he’d consume me over and over again.
And I’d let him because I desperately wanted all of it.
And then the sound of three knocks on his office door had my entire body freezing, and my heart stopping. I broke the kiss and looked toward the door, staring at the handle and expecting it to turn, expecting someone just to storm right in, demand to know what we were doing.
Lucian still had his hands on me, still kept me close. I looked at him and saw how composed he was, no worry etched into his face, no concern radiating from him.
He lifted his hand and cupped the side of my face, smoothing his thumb along my lip, gently pulling the flesh down and letting it go so it went back into place.
“Professor Goode? I have those files you requested.”
I knew that voice, knew who stood on the other side of the door. It was his TA, Ashley.
Fear and concern at being caught and Lucian getting in trouble coursed through me. But as I stared into Lucian’s dark eyes, his calmness further eased me. He leaned in and kissed me softly. This kiss wasn’t sexual. It was a mark of ownership.
He pulled back and took my hand, leading me over to one of the chairs and gently sitting me down. I watched, my arousal rising once again, as he adjusted his erection behind his fly and went back to sit behind his desk.
“Come in, Ashley.”
I tried to keep my hands still, but they shook, the aftereffects of my orgasm still coursing through me. His TA opened the door, her attention on the files she held as she looked through the papers.
She stood by his desk, not even realizing I was sitting there, as she started talking to him about class assignments, papers that were graded, and midterms coming up. And the whole time Lucian stared right at me, a small, satisfied smirk on his face. He said something to her, but all I heard was this buzzing in my ears, drowning everything else out.
“Thank you, Ashley,” he said while still staring at me. “That’ll be it for the day.”
It was then that she looked up at him, saw his attention on me, and looked over at where I sat. Her eyes widened a little bit, and she pushed her glasses up her nose.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in here with a student.”
I had my hands curled tightly together, hoping she couldn’t tell that I was flushed because Professor Goode had just gotten me off against the side of the wall.
I gave her a tight-lipped smile and was thankful when she excused herself and left, shutting the door behind her.
The breath I’d been holding released, and I looked over at Lucian. He still had that small smile on his face, and I felt a flash of heat start at my neck and cover my face.
And then I watched as he looked at his hand and ran his tongue across his fingers, the same ones that had just been buried deep inside of my body. My mouth parted slightly, and a small sound escaped me. He hummed low, the sound of his pleasure filling the office.
“The flavor of you on my fingers makes me never want to wash my fucking hands.”
God, the things he said to me turned me on so much.
“Tonight, Grace. I’m going to pick you up and take you out. I don’t care who sees. You’re mine. Do you understand what that means?”
I found myself nodding, realizing exactly how connected we were, how much Lucian really wanted me. There was no going back.
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Professor Goode
She’d left ten minutes ago, and all I wanted to do was bring her back into my office, to finish what we’d started. I still couldn’t focus, couldn’t get back to work. The image of her in my head, the scent of her on my fingers, the taste of her on my tongue, had me feeling feral.
I lifted my hand and brought the digits to my nose, closing my eyes and inhaling deeply. She smelled sweet and musky. She smelled like she was all mine.
I opened my mouth and sucked on my fingers, her flavor exploding on my tongue. I would forever know what she tasted like, the very essence of her ingrained in my cells, my very marrow.
I was still hard as fucking rock, my damn cock digging against my zipper, the need to relieve myself strong. But I wanted to wait, wanted to be buried deep between her thighs when I came.
My office door was closed, and I contemplated relieving myself just a little. I had my hand curled tightly around the armrest of my chair, my arousal so fucking far gone that I wanted to say fuck waiting and just get myself off. My balls were drawn up tight, and my desire pumped through my veins. I used my other hand to unzip my slacks, reached between the fly, and pulled out my dick.
The groan was ripped from me when I touched myself.
I moved my hand over my length, from root to tip, moving my palm over the head and grunting as pleasure and sensitivity slammed into me. Pre-cum lined the tip of my shaft, and I used it as lubrication, dragging my hand back down my dick and squeezing when I reached the base.
Fuck, I was so turned on I probably could’ve come with a couple more strokes.
But I forced myself to stop, tucked my cock back into my slacks, and zipped it up. I had both hands on the armrests now, my fingers curled around the leather, a creaking sound from the force I used filling my head.
Tonight would be the night I finally took her, when I irrevocably claimed Grace. She’d be tied to me, know that I wasn’t going to give her up.
Tonight I’d have her in my bed, my body positioned between her thighs, my cock deep inside of her. I’d make her come so many times she couldn’t stand, couldn’t sit comfortably for how sensitive she was.
I was going to devour her, and when it was all said and done, I’d do it all over again.
15
Grace
“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this.”
I glanced over at Sherry. She was sitting on top of a stainless-steel table that was pushed up against the wall in the back room of the coffee shop.
I’d locked up twenty minutes ago, had brought a change of clothes with me, and was so nervous my hands were shaking as I undid my hair from the ponytail and finger combed it. I should’ve just told him to meet me at my place, or that I’d meet him at the restaurant.
But the thought of him picking me up, making this feel like a real date, thrilled me. So, here I was, looking at myself in the small mirror above the sink in the corner, wondering exactly what was going to happen tonight.
Oh, I knew what I wanted to happen, but whether or not Lucian would be able to control himself was another matter. His willpower was strong, far stronger than mine. Whereas I would’ve let him fuck me right there in his office with students and faculty coming and going right outside his office door, he’d been able to calmly compose himself and talk to his TA like he hadn’t had a finger deep in my pussy just moments before.
I braced my hands on the sink and breathed out slowly. I turned and faced Sherry and saw she had her full attention on me. “This is insane, I know it, but it feels so right. It feels so good.”
She tipped her head to the side and gave me a small smile. “You really are that far gone for him, aren’t you?”
I licked my lips and nodded. “I love him, Sherry, and a part of that scares me because I feel it so intensely.” Maybe I shouldn’t have blurted it out right here, right now, but she was the only one I trusted implicitly to talk with about this.
“Gracie, just be careful, okay? You’re so much younger than he is. I don’t know anything about Professor Goode, but just the way he looks, the way he handles himself, it’s clear he’s always in control, has his shit together. I don’t know how experienced he is in any of this, but I know you. I know how deeply you care.” She gave me a sad but warm smile. “I know that he could really hurt you if he wanted to and he wouldn’t even realize how deep it went. You’re such an open book, your heart so big that I know if you let him fully in and things don’t work out, you’ll be shattered.”
She was right, and I think a part of my fear stemmed from that. But I also wanted to tell her that that wasn’t how it was between us, that I could feel how much he wanted me. That I could feel how deep his feelings ran for me.
They were bottomless. Just like mine.
When I looked into his eyes, I could see that truth, and I had reached out and grabbed it, held on to it like there was nothing else that could keep me stable.
I’d loved him hard, fast, and undeniably. And although I felt how much he wanted me, cared about me too, I just hoped my emotions didn’t drag me down to where there was no coming back.
Sherry hopped off the table and walked over to me. She smoothed her fingers through my hair, fluffing up the locks, and then smiled and took a step back.
“So pretty.” She looked me up and down, giving me an approving hum.
“Not too plain?”
She shook her head. “Just perfect.”
I looked at the clock on the wall and knew Lucian would be here any moment.
“Hey, just be yourself. That’s why he fell for you in the first place.” She walked over to the table and grabbed her purse. “I’ll sneak out the back so it’s not weird, me being there when he shows up.”
I nodded. I didn’t know how public he planned on making this. Surely if people knew about us, he could get in serious trouble. But then again, he was picking me up at the coffee shop, where anyone could see us from school. Which led me to believe he really didn’t give a shit who saw.
“Call me if you need to. If I don’t hear from you the rest the night, I’ll take that as a good sign.” She gave me a white, straight-toothed grin. “But tomorrow I expect details. I don’t care how dirty they are.”
She winked, and I felt my face heat before I smiled and watched her leave out the back door, the lock automatically clicking in place.
This was it.
I walked out of the back room and around the counter just as I saw Lucian step up to the front door. Taking a deep breath, I told myself that tonight would most definitely change everything.
A date with my professor might seem so mundane to some, but it wasn’t for me. It was far from it.
I walked up to the front door and unlocked it, pulling it open and instantly smelling the fresh, clean, chilled air from the outside. A slight breeze picked up, blowing some of the strands of my hair along my collarbones, causing chills to race up my arms and legs.
He said nothing as he looked at me, gazed at my body from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. This low sound of approval left him, and I felt my body instantly come alive, arousal moving over every inch of me.
“Gorgeous,” he said in that deep, masculine voice that made me feel so feminine. “I love your hair down.” He reached out and took some of my hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger before leaning in close and bringing the locks to his nose. He inhaled deeply as he held his gaze with mine, and I felt the air being sucked right from my lungs. He straightened and let go of my hair almost reluctantly.
It wasn’t like I was overly dressed, but I was wearing a black pencil skirt, some peep-toe heels Sherry had loaned me, and a baby blue cashmere cardigan set that my mother had given me when I graduated high school.
This was as fancy as it got when it came to me.
He held his hand out, and I didn’t hesitate as I slipped mine into his. I stepped outside, closed and locked the door behind me, and told myself to be calm.
I faced him and smiled, wanting nothing more than to kiss him.
He looked torn in that moment as he leaned in close and gently brushed his lips against mine. “The spell you’ve put on me has me mesmerized, Grace,” he whispered against my mouth.
When he pulled back, I looked around, worried that someone might have seen. I didn’t want him to get in trouble.
“Let them stare. I don’t care if they do.” He took my hand in his. “In fact, I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
My heart did a little flip in my chest. There was definitely no going back now. I’d jumped in feet first and anticipated what was next.
16
Professor Goode
I’d contemplated where to take Grace tonight, even thought about just preparing her dinner at my place. We would have been alone … I would have had her all to myself.
But I wanted us to have a private experience, to have people serve us so I could completely focus on her.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be seen with her—my student—but I wanted this to be personal, intimate. And so I’d decided to go to Vincenzo’s, the small Italian restaurant owned by a personal friend, one who would close the place down for me so it could just be Grace and me.
I pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine. It was deserted aside from three cars parked in the very back. I knew one of them was Vincenzo’s sleek Lexus. The other I had to assume was the waitstaff and chef.
I climbed out of the driver’s seat and made my way around the front of the car to the passenger-side door. I wanted this to be perfect, wanted this to be memorable for her. Hell, I wanted to show her that even though I was completely fucking obsessed and possessive of her, I could be a gentleman.
I could be gentle.
I opened the passenger-side door and held my hand out. I instantly felt aroused when she slipped her smaller palm against mine, curled her fingers into me, and allowed me to help her out. My gaze was trained on her body as she unfurled from the interior of the car.
Long legs, a tucked-in waist, and perfectly sized breasts that were pressed against her cardigan. God, she was fucking gorgeous.
When she was standing, I shut the car door, wanting nothing more than to pull her close to my body, cup the side of her face, and kiss her soundly. But we had plenty of time for that, so much fucking time. I didn’t want her thinking all I wanted was her body.
I wanted all of her.
Instead I led her toward the restaurant. A sign on the front window showed that the restaurant was closed for a private affair.
My private affair with Grace.
I pulled the door open for her and let her walk in before me. The soft sound of music playing in the background set the ambience with the low lighting and the scent of freshly baked bread.
Vincenzo’s was known for its incredible and authentic Italian cuisine. Featured in many papers and magazines since it opened, with reviews all positive, the restaurant always had a long wait list.
Vincenzo and I went way back to when we were both trying to stay out of trouble so we didn’t disgrace our families.
But that was a whole other story, one I knew I’d have to tell Grace at some point. This wasn’t a one-time thing for me where she was concerned, and because of that I wanted her to know all of me, not just the professor she saw at the front of that classroom.
Not just the man who loved her.
I stepped up beside Grace and immediately slipped my hand into hers. She looked over at me, a little bit shocked, and I couldn’t help but smile, the innocence pouring from her so strong I actually felt drunk from it.
“Lucian,” I heard Vincenzo say as he made his way toward us.
He had a smile on his face and his arms outstretched. His jet-black hair was cut short and slicked back from his face, and his equally dark eyes were creased at the sides as he grinned widely.
He embraced me instantly. “It’s been too long, my friend.”
I pulled back and nodded. “It has been.”
He put his attention on Grace, and his expression softened. “Bella,” he said and took her hand, leaning down and kissing the back of it gently. “Welcome.”
If this had been anyone other than Vincenzo, I would’ve been in a blind rage that they had touched Grace and called her beautiful. And even though I felt the sting of possessiveness and jealousy that Vincenzo had done it, I knew he had no lewd thoughts concerning her.
“Please,” he said and moved to the side, gesturing for us to follow him.
The restaurant was small, with a handful of tables in the center of the room, and booths lined up around the sides of the wall.
“I have you set up at our nicest table, with the prettiest view.”
He took us to the very back, where a large picture window showed a small pond, a lining of thick trees around it, and a soft glow from the decorative lights giving an ethereal ambience to the setting.
The table in front of the window was a two-seater, with a candle lit in the center and white china place settings.
I held the chair out for Grace, and she sat, her hands slightly shaking. I hated that she was nervous, but was also a little bit thrilled that I’d been the one to cause this reaction in her.
It told me her emotions ran deep, and even though she cared for me, a physical affirmation of that pleased me.
After I gave the wine order to Vincenzo and we were left alone, I sat there and stared at her, the soft glow from the candlelight casting small shadows along her face. I loved that she’d left her hair down for me, the dark strands making my fingers itch to touch them again. They’d been so soft, and the scent, sweet yet floral, turned me on.
She was looking out the window, her profile showing me her delicate nose, the slight slope of it, how it was so feminine. Her lips were full, pouty and pink. I thought about kissing her, about how she felt against me, how she tasted on my tongue.
Grace looked at me then, maybe feeling my gaze on her. The way her cheeks turned slightly red had this feral sensation filling me.
“What?” she asked softly.
“Nothing.” I smiled, and she looked away, her hair slightly obstructing her from my view. “It’s just hard to take my eyes off you.”
She smiled softly, sweetly, and I wanted to reach out and run my finger along the edge of her lips, to feel the slight upturn, to know that I was the one who put it there.
