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)
Excitement fills every cell of my body any time I catch a glimpse of him. This is the closest I've ever been, and those glimpses don't do him justice. There's a muscular frame under those button-up collared shirts and blazers. His thick legs fill out a pair of trousers like a cowboy trying to sneak into a business meeting.
The way his classes fill up in hours at the beginning of every semester, one would believe he's some rock star. Nothing but groupies and a few haters to fill every slot, but no one complains because they actually learn from his lectures.
My chances to ogle him as he rattles off the newest principles of financial auditing are nonexistent until now. Since I have the opportunity to have him tutor me privately, I'm not going to let up until he takes me on. Up close and personal, I know I want him to be the one who takes my virginity.
An older man has to be far more experienced than frat boys who learn all of their bedroom tricks from porn sites and circle jerks.
I shouldn't be thinking of Professor Sheridan like this, but it's too late. I've already called him Daddy. If ever there was a moment for cameras in offices, that would be one I don't mind replaying.
Shit.
Are there cameras in this office?
If there are, we're both screwed.
Darkness and seduction ride his face in a way that warns me of the line I'm crossing. His reaction also betrays how much he wants me. I could feel the sexual tension increase a thousand times when I called him Daddy. It's all in the details.
The minute he pulled me off my feet, my pussy ignited with yearning. But, that's the last thing I should think about. My life is in jeopardy.
Wait, that's a tad drastic.
My degree program is in jeopardy if I don't pass this forensic auditing course. The intricacies of everything I have to perform in this class are only a fraction of what I'll encounter in the real world. I don't want to waste all this time and money getting this far to only have a single course derail my life's plans.
Professor Tamson assured me that Professor Sheridan could help me. I'll have to convince him somehow. I've already been on my knees in front of him, and he didn't crumble to my will like most men. If I'm being honest, if he told me to suck his cock for help, I would have at least kissed the tip. He's definitely different and not swayed so easily.
A smoky scent that mixes with a touch of whiskey makes me want to swirl my tongue around his mouth. I want to drag it down his entire body to see if he tastes the same all over. I have to get him off my mind and find a legitimate way to ask him for help. Maybe I can show him that I can pay attention to details.
At least the Daddy talk got him to walk back his immediate rejection. That's an important detail that makes me grin. A flash of me on my knees in his office sparks a memory. There was a gym bag on the ground beside his desk. I can take a chance of running into him there, but I have no way of knowing if he's going to show up.
Fuck it. What do I have to lose?
Even if we don't cross paths in the fitness center, I can do a few laps around the track to calm my raging libido.
After I grab my duffel bag from my room, I trek across the campus to the gym. Music blares from my earbuds after I change and trot onto the track. Upbeat techno tunes play to keep me in stride, distracting me from my fantasies until my heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest.
Once I see the groundskeepers coming to clean up and close down the track for the evening, I head back into the locker room. It makes me wonder if there's anyone on the faculty's side of the fitness center. It's time to creep over and see if Professor Sheridan is even there.
There's a glass door separating the student gym from the faculty side that's empty. That's understandable for how late it is on a Friday. There are parties to attend, clubs, and every other social gathering that bring everyone on campus out of their dorm rooms. Since Professor Sheridan is nowhere to be seen in the weight room, I opt to relax in the hot tub before heading to my dorm room to figure out my plans for the night.
The only bathing suit I have to wear in the jacuzzi is a sleek, black, high-thong one-piece. There's a plunging V-neckline down to my navel. It's practically backless except for two strings tied together under my shoulder blades. I'm sure no one's in the hot tub right now.