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)
Fuck.
"We can't do this here," I murmur, looking around my office. I try to keep myself calm as every scenario plays in my mind. Most of the fantasies end up with me being escorted off campus with all my belongings in a crate.
"So are you going to help me pass my course, Daddy?"
"You are devious," I chuckle and run my fingers through my hair. I need to keep them busy to stop them from touching her anymore. Since my gym bag's sitting on the floor by my desk, I reach down to move it out of the way. It's not, but I have to keep these idle hands away from Addison's devilish playground.
"Only when I need to be." She shrugs with an air of nonchalance.
"Fine," I huff and pull a business card from the holder on my desk to hand it to her. "Call that number tonight at 7 PM sharp. After that call, I'll let you know if I can actually fit you into my schedule."
She closes her eyes and moans with a mischievous chuckle as she says, "I'm sure you'll fit into me just fine, Daddy."
My eyes widen at her brazenness.
She presses her delicate finger tips to her forehead, shaking gently and then flicking a ringlet away from her face as she speaks, "I'm sorry. That came out wrong. I'm extremely flexible. I'm sure I can come whenever you want and anywhere you want."
Those last few words linger in my head as she gently taps my business card against my chest. She turns around to let me watch her slip it into her skin-tight jeans.
Addison leaves my office, and I immediately put my phone on Do Not Disturb. There's a line she's willing to cross that I've never dared to step near. She's a fucking student. She is a young student I desperately want to fuck. I can't fathom why she's the one, after all my years as a professor, that makes me willing to risk it all.
Yes.
I absolutely have to put my phone on silent. I have to ignore her. I'll fulfill my duties and find a student to mentor. Anything to distract me from every way I want to own her body, her pussy, her climax. A distraction is necessary because it's obvious she won't learn anything from me except how I like my dick sucked.
2
ADDISON
Let me preface this entire shit show by saying …. I’m a virgin.
However, I'm not stupid. I'm not ignorant of how the world moves.
Oscar Wilde once said, "Everything in this world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power."
Whenever I feel powerless, I lean into the sexual side of whatever the situation calls for. Fortunately, this way of thinking mostly works on older men, but Professor Sheridan is proving to be more difficult than most. It wouldn't surprise me if he called my bluff, but then that would jeopardize my virginity.
I have to admit that I hold it as a badge of honor sometimes because it's one of those things people expect to be nonexistent at my age. I'm only twenty-two, but twenty-two and a virgin after five years on a college campus to earn my bachelor's and master's degrees still stops people in their tracks. It doesn't matter if it's an arbitrary marker designed to keep women in a space of inexperience so they'll accept any sex as good sex.
Even with my sexual power plays, my virginity rarely comes into the equation. My reputation as a cocktease keeps most guys from even learning I'm a virgin. All talk and no lips … that's how my high school boyfriend said it when I didn't fuck him on our third month. The end of our relationship was the only thing that came that night.
Sex loses its importance when it feels like that badge guys want to collect. All through my undergrad, my virginity was treated just like that. I couldn't trust anyone with it, with me. I need patience, attention, and guidance. I want to enjoy my first time.
I had the unfortunate experience of listening to my college roommate let her boyfriend pummel her pussy like his dick was a pogo stick on speed. She didn't sound like she enjoyed it at all, and when I asked her, she simply shrugged it off like all guys have sex like that.
Ick!
Professor Aidan Sheridan, on the other hand, oozes sex appeal from his salt and pepper strands that sweep to the back of his head. Raw masculinity drips down every inch of his towering frame. Thick eyebrows sit sternly above glassy blue eyes, and he has the distinguished black goatee of a man in his 50s.
It's impossible not to spot him anywhere on campus. From the way men and women alike ogle him, some shy away, and others find a way to engage with him. It's fascinating to watch how people behave around someone so attractive.