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)
"But you're not going to?"
"Correct."
"Why not?" she asks, panic and anger surfacing as her eyebrows knit together.
"Because you haven't asked me to do anything, Miss Shaw. If this is how you ask for help, I can understand why you're flunking Professor Tamson's course."
My words hide the true reason. As soon as we're alone, I'll lose control. I'm barely holding it together right now. So there's no way I can do what she wants. Helping her is like pulling up a chair to the buffet line. I'd eat her out until she kicked me off her pussy. Then I'd fuck her until she can't remember her name.
Shades of crimson bloom across her cheeks as she nods, takes a deep breath, and starts over. The redness is only a small indication of how deep a shade her skin turns. I'd love to swat her ass until she's begging me to fuck her senseless.
"I apologize, Professor Sheridan. Are you available to tutor me? I need help to catch up and pass my forensic auditing course. If I don't pass, my entire graduate program will be for nothing. I don't even want to think about the money and the time that would be wasted. Please, I'm begging you."
A slight chuckle slips out of me as I shake my head and rise out of my seat. It's time to use my height against her because my self-control is waning by the second. Her eyes follow me, lips slightly parting to speak, but she stays quiet. Intimidation may be necessary to stop myself from caving to her request. The way she bites her bottom pouty lip and sheepishly glances up at me has me ready to fold like a lawn chair.
In the most sincere and stern voice I can muster, I say, "It's obvious that we have a lot of work to do since this is not what begging looks like … to anyone. The foundations of auditing at the forensic level are in the details."
I walk around the desk, thinking my abruptness will encourage her to leave. It's for the best that I don't let those beautiful brown eyes lure me any closer. Her soft floral scent causes me to inhale deeply. There are hints of jasmine and something else. I have to get her out of this office before I find myself exploring every part of her body to discover what that hint of something else is.
I need to convince her to request a different professor. This isn't going to work.
At a moment's notice, there's a spark of deviousness in Addison's eyes as she puts herself between me and the office door. This is practically torture. My devilish desires are pushing me to be lenient. Once she presses her back to ensure the door is shut, she drops to her knees.
"Please, I am begging you, Professor. Help me." Her raspy voice with her large brown eyes staring up at me reignites my erection.
Help you?!
Someone needs to help me. I need to get out of here before I never let her out of my sight.
A growl rumbles from the back of my throat. "You have no idea what you're doing to me. Get up, Miss Shaw."
"I'm paying attention to the details. Is this how I should beg, Professor?"
She runs her tongue over her top lip as her eyes shift from my face to stare directly at my crotch. The way she arches her back to push her tits up, closer to me, and glances back up with those 'please fuck me' eyes, has me ready to claim every inch of her body.
The pressure for me to give in mounts as she says, "If this isn't right, don't you want to teach me?"
I have to take a step back before she does anything else to put my job at risk. "Get up right now."
"Will I be in trouble if I don't?" she asks.
That's a loaded fucking question. I'll be fired if anyone walks in here.
"Serious trouble," I warn her.
My chest tightens as I swallow and demand my cock to retreat. That head doesn't want to listen to the one that's used to making our decisions. Addison's taking this discussion to something beyond tutoring. She's igniting my primitive nature to the point of no return.
I reach down under her arms and pull her up to her feet. She's so light in my arms. She squeals and lets out a giggle as she leans into me. Her hands connect around my neck, nipples pressing against my chest, I slide her down to her feet. She purposely grazes my crotch with her thigh.
"Is this the part where you put me over your knee to spank me, Professor?" She smirks, desire screaming from her eyes. If she could only see the fantasies flashing through my head. "Wait, if you're about to punish me, I should just call you Daddy."