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)
The dark cherry wood door creaks as slender fingers wrap around the edge to push it open. A young woman steps inside.
This is far better than any coincidence. It's her. I can't stop the grin etching across my face.
The bun is gone as dirty blonde curls cascade down the right side of her face to her shoulder. Bold brown eyes lock onto me with a hint of surprise fluttering across them. Her plump cheeks blush a soft shade of pink that's a touch lighter than her full lips. Even though she looks familiar, she's never been a student of mine.
"Wow" is the only word that comes off those supple lips. Her eyes widen as her nipples harden while her lip quivers and reveals her sudden attraction. It's not the first time I've made a graduate student blush. I'm certain she won't be the last. If she could see under this desk, she'd see the reaction she's having on me, too.
My gaze drags down her body. Something stirs inside of me.
I want her. The feeling is even stronger than when I saw her a few moments ago.
Desperation to keep a job I don't really want still urges me to hold back my instant attraction. This is another reason I don't like mentoring. A beautiful set of tits with perky nipples sits under a thin shirt that I'd like to tear off her body. If she's looking for guidance, I'm the last person she should consider. Only one thing floods my mind when I look at her, and it has nothing to do with forensic auditing and accounting.
Claim. Conquer. Devour. She is mine.
"Hey, I'm Addison Shaw. My faculty advisor and one of my professors told me I should speak to you," she says with a slight rasp. My cock twitches the moment I imagine her whispering my name in the same seductive tone.
Stop it.
"I'm going to need a little bit more information, Addison," I tell her, shifting in my seat to give the tightness of my crotch time to dissipate. I'm actually happy she's never taken any of my classes, or else I'd be distracted every moment her beautiful face stares at me.
There's the faintest shade of blush blooming across her face that only highlights the deep umber tones of her mahogany-hued eyes. This can't be the student Brian is demanding I tutor, but the name is the same.
She shakes her head before pushing her fingers into her curls to move them away from her face. My mind instantly drifts to my own fingers driving through those tight ringlets before pulling them tight as I drive every hard inch down her throat.
Fuck, I need to stop this right now.
Her supple lips are moving, but it takes me a second to tune in as she says, "I'm sorry. Professor Tamson told me I'm in jeopardy of failing her course. I heard you're the best tutor when it comes to forensic auditing, and I'm here begging for your help."
I know what begging looks like, and this is not it.
"No." My answer is as short as she is. If I'm going to put my job at risk, I'd rather not let this go beyond these discussions.
Addison is barely five feet tall. I'm sure that pushing my 6'2 frame out of this chair will be too intimidating. Perhaps she needs some intimidation to push her into requesting another tutor.
The abruptness of my response affects her immediately. A shallow exhale pushes through her cute little button nose. Flustered and taken aback, her eyes desperately search my face for confirmation that I actually have the audacity to refuse her.
It's amusing to see her working through her frustrations in real time. She gently moves her head up and down and wags a lazy finger at me. "I remember you from my undergrad. You're one of the most celebrated professors of accounting and finance at this university, are you not?"
I raise an eyebrow, wondering where this conversation is going because I've already told her my answer. I'll have to appease Brian some other way. He has to get me someone else.
"I am." My reputation extends beyond academia, but I'll agree to being one of the most celebrated professionals on this campus.
"Okay, so I'm in the right office. I was told that you would help me." Worry lines ripple across her forehead. She wrings one hand in the other while I fight the urge to soothe her burgeoning anxiety. She can use those fingers to wrap around my cock, twist, pull, and slide up and down slowly.
"I can help you," I admit to her while trying to keep my fantasies from manifesting right in front of me. I'd spread those svelte legs wide, slide her panties to the side (if she's even wearing any), and dine on her until she makes a mess all over my desk.