Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
I nod, and she begins. "The best way to a woman's orgasm is through several points of contact and stimulation of the nerves."
I reach under her skirt to touch her pussy lips. Gently at first, but as she speaks, my fingers pick up their pace to the point where she's gripping the edge of the lectern. Addison's putting up a good fight, but her pussy betrays her and spills its release onto my fingers.
"Let's finish this discussion another time," I tell her as I pack up my notes and suck her essence from my fingers.
"We haven't finished discussing my homework assignment," Addison replies with a devious smile.
"Another time, Miss Shaw. You can find my office hours on the department's web page."
My response is abrupt and dry, forcing her to look over her shoulder where the next round of students filter into the lecture hall. She nods and leaves with a grin of mischief still spreading across her beautiful face.
6
ADDISON
There's barely a second for me to drop the mischievous grin from my face after leaving Aidan's class when I run right into Professor Tamson. She's a tall woman who looks like she rides a broom to campus every day. Not just any broom, but one of sleek elegance, but a broom nevertheless.
Wispy gray hairs fight to stay in her face, but her thick black glasses hold them at bay. There's a way she looks down her narrow nose that makes me squirm, but I've been fingered and tongue fucked by the hottest professor on this campus. There's absolutely nothing she can say or do to bring my mood down.
"I need to speak to you about the group project, Miss Shaw," Professor Tamson says.
I should have known better. That's more than enough to sour my day.
"Group project?" I ask.
"Is that a question, Miss Shaw?"
I shake my head gently from side to side. "My apologies. I wasn't aware of a group project due for your class. I probably need the updated syllabus."
"No, no." She pauses and steps to the side so people can squeeze by as they pass us in the hallway. "This project is for the students who need an extra boost to help them pass the course."
"I'm already getting tutored by Professor Sheridan," I tell her, with the hope that's enough to stop this train wreck of a semester from getting any worse.
"That's wonderful. That means he'll be able to help you and your partner with the project I've dropped into your student dashboard of assignments. You'll be working with Marcus Henry. Every file, the instructions and rubric are there for your perusing. You'll have these last few weeks to work on it together."
"Group projects are the worst," I mumble to myself. "I always end up doing all of the work."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Miss Shaw. The truth of the matter is that, as an accountant, especially one pursuing forensic auditing, you will have to work with others. Your communication and ability to perform the duties necessary for a successful audit impact your job and your company's bottom line."
"I understand, Professor, but—"
She cuts me off with a soft hand raised to silence me. "However, I'm more than aware of the collegiate standards when it comes to academic teamwork. You two don't have to work together, but you're receiving the same assignment. I'm allowing you to partner, but if it doesn't work, feel free to tackle the work on your own."
A deep sigh of relief escapes me as I release the breath I'd been holding. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet, Miss Shaw. The scope of the work, on top of your current courseload, isn't going to be easy. That's why it's best to at least try to work on the project with Mr. Henry. You're all adults and can do as you please. I can only lead you to water; I cannot make you drink," she says aptly and walks away.
I hate that it's coming to this. Group projects are diabolical at this level. There are no real-world consequences if my partner decides not to pull his weight on this. But, I won't give up without trying. Perhaps he's the kind of student who's so super controlling, he won't allow me to do anything. Maybe he'll just let me bat my eyelashes and occasionally affirm his answers.
Instead of hoping and wishing for another outcome, I pull out my phone to log into my classroom dashboard. Sure enough, there are several bold red notifications in my pending assignments with a link to message my partner through the message board.
Me: Hey, Marcus. This is Addison. I just spoke to Professor Tamson about this project. When would you like to meet up to discuss?
Marcus: I'll be in the library Wednesday afternoon from 4 - 6; finance section.
Me: That works. I'll see you there.
He doesn't reply, just taps the thumbs up response emoji.