The first thing I notice is how the soft fabric of her sweater clings just loosely enough to hint at the curve of her collarbone and the smooth line of her shoulder. The sweater’s slipping, revealing a teasing glimpse of skin that draws my gaze to a particularly delicate section of skin and I want nothing more than to carve a smallJHthere with my knife.
She closes the door behind her, her eyes scanning the room.
With a huge effort, I pull my gaze away, stopping my line of thought. I allow the stillness to stretch between us. A concerned look twists her face, making me wonder if somehow she could just tell what I was thinking.
“Where’s Sienna?” She closes the distance and I meet her in the middle, wrapping my arms around her midsection and clasping my hands at the small of her back.
“My mom picked her up a little before your class ended.”
“I thought she was keeping her tomorrow?”
“She is.” I bring my hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“I can’t believe you didn’t let me say goodbye.” The look of irritation on her face is adorable.
“I very vividly remember you telling her goodbye a little over an hour ago before you left for class.”
She leans into me, inhaling a deep breath and melting against me. “You know what I mean.”
I bury my face in her hair, the floral scent of her shampoo filling my nostrils.
She pulls back slightly, her attitude about the situation shifting. “So what I’m hearing is we have the evening to ourselves.” Her fingers trace the line of my jaw.
I nod, my hands now resting on her hips. “The whole night and all day tomorrow.”
She twists my loose tie around her hand and pulls my face closer to hers. I know that given the situation, we should probably head home, but I feel like I’ve waited an eternity for this moment and I need her now.
Whatever I can get.
Our eyes meet, the charged silence saying all that it needs to. I lean into it, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss—a kiss that promises everything I’ve been missing out on with her.
She responds eagerly, her hands tangling in my hair as she shoves her tongue down my throat and presses her body against mine.
I groan, pulling back slightly. My breathing is heavy, and I rest my forehead against hers. “Needy.” I run my fingers alongthe hem of her skirt, my knuckles brushing against the bare skin of her thigh. “Wanna bend over for me now that we’re in private?” I tease.
I would fuck her right here and now without needing much persuasion, but I would prefer our first time together not to be quick and dirty in my office.
There will be plenty of time for quick and dirty later.
She freezes but shakes it off quickly and gives me a suggestive smile. “I have other things in mind.”
When she palms my cock through my pants, it’s completely unexpected and my hips jerk involuntarily. I grip the back of her neck and kiss her again, our mouths melding perfectly. “And what are those things?” I ask against her lips.
“I have a list.”
“I like the sound of that,” I say between kisses. “What’s on this list?”
She loosens my tie further and removes it from my neck. Even in the short time it takes her to do so, my lips ache to be against hers again. I want to consume every part of her.
Cognizant of the fact that there is a possibility we could be being watched at any given moment, I nudge her to walk backward to the alcove in the corner of my office. Now that we’re out of the view of the window, I feel more inclined to do whatever it is that she asks of me.
My office is on the second floor, but I feel extra paranoid about everything right now regarding Quinn. The need I have to make sure this all works out for the best for her—forus—is real. I know there is likely a threat to my job because fraternizing with students is definitely against the rules, and I’m about to fuck one of mine in my office.
Her face, anyway.
I just hope she cares as little about that happening as I do because if I have to choose between my job and her, I will gladly take up crochet and sell baby blankets on Etsy for a living.
“Number one,” she stands on her tiptoes, kissing down the length of my neck and wrapping the tie around the back of it. It drapes limply over my shoulders. “Teach me how you like your cock sucked,Professor.”
