Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Having to hide my affection for her goes against every instinct I have. I want to show her off, to tell the whole world that she’s mine, to ensure there’s no doubt about who she belongs to. But I can’t. Instead, I have to act like there’s nothing between us at all, like I’m not obsessed with her. I can’t even walk into the library now without getting hard.
Not only has Emma taken up permanent residence in my mind, she’s also given me the first real wave of inspiration for the art exhibition that I’ve had. I’ll need to be careful that her face isn’t visible and that she’s not identifiable but…I can work with that.
I snap out of my thoughts as the door to the lecture hall opens and my Master’s students stream in, Emma at the front of the line. She takes a seat right at the front of the class, eyes on me and a smile on her face. I meet her gaze, knowing she can see my desire for her in my eyes, and she bites her lower lip, glancing away before we get caught.
I force my gaze away from her, reminding myself that I have a job to do, and greet the class. Luckily, I love my job, and the topic we’re covering today is one of my favorites, and the class goes by fast.
When I finish up and the students are packing up and filing out, I go to call out to Emma to ask her to stay behind, but she’s beaten me to it. When I look up from closing the lecture slides, I find her in front of me, a secretive smile on her face.
“I wondered if I could have a moment of your time?” she asks, keeping her tone professional, like we’re nothing more than a student and a professor.
I lean forward over my desk, raising a brow at her. “Of course,” I say, shuffling my notes into a pile and stacking them on the side. “I always have time for my students.” I lower my voice as I add, “Especially ones who need…extra tutoring.” The implication in my words makes her blush, her gaze dropping to where my cock is perking up at her closeness.
It doesn’t take long for the room to empty, leaving us alone. I stride past her, heading for the doors. The snick of the lock echoes through the classroom, and when I turn back around, I find Emma’s wide eyes locked onto my every move.
The air between us crackles as I stalk back over to her.
“Aren’t there…cameras?” she whispers as I approach, shuffling on her feet.
I grin, shaking my head. “They’re in the process of updating the campus security, and only half of the rooms have been covered so far. The security cameras you see in here are offline, and they haven’t installed the new ones yet. Nobody can see us.”
Emma shivers, swallowing hard as I take a slow step towards her. “Go on,” I say, voice low. “Tell me how I can help you.”
She blinks, her breathing coming heavier as she realizes what I’m doing. “I was wondering if I could have some one on one help,” she says, blinking her long lashes as though she’s innocent. Just a sweet student asking for extra help.
And I’m just a dedicated professor willing to do whatever it takes to make a good student even better. Perfect, in fact.
“You’re in luck,” I say darkly. “I have some extra notes just for you.”
I gesture to the stack of paperwork on the other side of the desk from her, and I see the moment she realizes what I want her to do. She’s wearing another one of those little skirts that drives me mad, though this time she’s wearing tights underneath. My hands itch to touch her, but I draw the moment out, wanting to savor this.
Emma’s breath shudders out of her as heat blooms across her cheeks. Slowly, she rests her hands on the desk, then leans forward, reaching for the paper. By the time her fingers graze the edge of the stack, she’s fully bent over the desk, the curve of her ass visible beneath the frill of her skirt.
I can’t deny that I’ve fantasized about this exact scenario, but fuck this is even better than anything I could imagine.
I step closer, my thighs pressing against the back of hers as I smooth my hand over her spine, pressing her chest against the desk. She makes a soft noise at the back of her throat that makes my cock jump, and then gasps when she feels it.
“P r o f e s s o r…” she breathes, glancing over her shoulder at me with wide eyes.
Hearing her call me that, in that breathless, needy tone sends heat rushing through my veins. “I’ve been thinking about this the whole class,” I groan, “every time I caught you looking at me like you were thinking about it, too. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate on lecturing when you’re sitting in the front row distracting me with how goddamn beautiful you are?”