Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Those buttons just below her collarbone, framing her cleavage, are practically screaming at me: undo me.
“Professor,” she says coyly.
She tries to enter my office, but I just take her hand and walk her out of the building.
I don’t explain. I just hold her hand as we walk across the parking lot to my car. She doesn’t ask where we’re going. Why would she? She knows. I can feel it in the way her fingers tighten in mine. In the way she’s breathing quickly.
We’re done with my office. What I’m about to do to this goddess requires a bed, privacy, and no threat of interruptions. It requires my house, only a few minutes from campus, which go by in what feels like seconds.
No woman has been here before, and that’s not an exaggeration. I’ve always kept this section of my life completely mine. There was never anyone special enough to bring here.
Until now.
My eyes keep moving to her legs as we walk to the door. The breeze lifts the hem of her dress a tiny bit, and the sight of her smooth skin nearly levels me.
I open the door and let her into my house, which instantly becomes our house. She fits like a missing puzzle piece. The key to a life I’d been missing and never even realized it.
“You have a lot of books,” she muses, scanning my shelves. “Mostly medical—”
“Jessie.” She turns and looks at me. I’m standing right in front of her, hands at my sides, jaw clenched with tension. My eyes scan every inch of her body, hidden beneath her adorable blue dress. Every cell in me is screaming at me to do one thing. The thing I brought her here to teach her.
I lean in and kiss her the way I’ve wanted to since the first day. Not carefully or with restraint, not with one hand gripping the desk or the chair, but with both of my hands on her face.
I slide my touch through her hair, down her waist, pulling her against me so tightly that her feet leave the floor, and she gasps into my mouth as I devour her.
All I can think is more, more, MORE.
“I’ve been holding back,” I say against her lips. “Every one of our sessions I’ve given you what I thought you could handle and held the rest back.”
My teeth close gently around her lower lip as my hunger for her rises to a new level. “You have no idea how hard it’s been. Harder than any surgery I’ve ever performed.”
Her eyes flicker as she looks up at me. So sweet. So delicate. But there’s something else there too. Something sharp, as if she’s daring me to act. “Then stop holding back.”
Her words shock me into movement. I lift her up, and her legs wrap around my body, causing her dress to ride up her thighs as I carry her through the house and into my bedroom.
I kiss her neck, her jaw, that sensitive spot beneath her ear that sends her body trembling. My cock is so hard and swollen beneath my pants that it’s genuinely painful.
When I set her down on the edge of my bed, she sits there looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes, her hair spilling down around her shoulders. Her lips are swollen from my famished kisses.
It takes all my willpower, but I stand there for a moment, unmoving. Just so she’ll remember this moment. This image. It will be embedded in her mind forever.
How do I know? Because the image of her has already engraved itself upon my soul.
I kneel in front of her, just like the first session in my office. Just like I’ll do for the rest of my life—even when I’m eighty years old and my knees are shot. No amount of pain or discomfort will keep me from her.
The first button of her dress opens beneath my fingers, and I press my lips against the inch of smooth skin it reveals. The top of her cleavage. The sexual curves of her breasts meeting the sweet lines of her long neck.
I breathe in, losing myself in her sweet scent. I press my head against her chest as I continue with the buttons. Her heartbeat is fast and hard, pumping blood across every inch of her excited body, flushing her skin as her desire grows.
More buttons give way. I stop counting and move down with my lips, kissing her breasts, her belly, all the way down to the only thing left on her body: a tiny pair of white lace panties.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Jessie.”
I love the blush on her face. It somehow makes her even more gorgeous than she already is.
I’m drooling like an animal as I stare down at her breasts. How could they get more perfect? Her nipples are perky and pink, and as I take one into my mouth, her back arches off the mattress with a sound that lights up every nerve ending in my body.