Billionaire Daddy and Nanny 2(51)

When Professor Moore looked up at me, his chin was glistening, I couldn't help but grin. I pulled the panties out of my mouth and tossed them into the drawer before I began getting dressed.

"Wait, where are you going?" Professor Moore asked me from the floor. I gave him a sleepy smile.

"To make you chase me," I answered with a wink. I crouched down between his legs, grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him. His goatee tickled me and his mouth tasted like me. Our tongues caressed and I enjoyed how I tasted on his. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I slid my hand down the front of his pants, gripping his hard dick before pulling away and standing up. I stepped over him, heading towards the door.

"See ya," I said before exiting his office, closing the door behind me. I walked home smugly, with pep in my step. Let the games begin!

Later that evening, when I was doing homework with Gemma in the dining room, I received a text message from an unknown number. It read:

‘Hey, it's Marquise.’

I grinned and nibbled on my bottom lip. It was Professor Moore! Marquise was his first name.

"Who's got you smiling like that?" Gemma asked me. I blushed. What I wanted to say was the love of my life.

What I said instead was "oh just this guy."

"Ok? Who?" Gemma demanded impatiently. I frowned. I wasn't sure that I wanted to tell Gemma about Professor Moore. Or should I say, Marquise. I liked that it was a secret.

"It's still very new, I'll tell you when it gets more serious," I told her. Gemma nodded understandingly and then returned her attention to her book. I texted back:

‘Marquise who?’

Just to be sure. He replied:

‘Marquise Moore’

So, I wrote back:

‘???’

Inside I was laughing. He sent back:

‘From Figure Drawing 101’

And I said:

‘…’

So, he said:

‘The man who you’ve been gifting panties to!’

So, I wrote back:

‘Oh him! Hello Marquise :)’

I couldn’t help but laugh. He replied:

I want to see you.

I grinned and texted back

Want. Or need?

He texted back:

Want...

I raised an eyebrow and typed back:

Then you'll see me in class tomorrow Professor Moore.

After that I turned off my phone and returned my attention to my homework. I noticed Gemma watching me out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't say anything.

The next day, I decided to wear something sexy to class. The temperature had dropped and I decided to wear something autumn inspired. I wore a short burgundy plaid skirt with a black sweater, black thigh highs and black booties. The sliver of thigh that showed between the top of the thigh highs and the bottom hem of the skirt was super sexy yet subtle. The sweater had a deep V-neck and showed off my perky cleavage. I decided to put my hair up in two messy pigtail buns. Around my neck, I wore a burgundy choker and I put on matching burgundy lip gloss. Before leaving for class, I gave myself a once-over in the mirror. Pleased with my reflection, I met Gemma in the living room so that we could walk to class together.

"Woah, you look hot!" She said. I grinned.

"Thanks! Ready to go?" I asked her. She nodded and we headed out.

I made a lot of heads turn on our walk to class, but there was only one person whose attention I was after. After Gemma went into the building where her class was, I walked slower. I didn't want to get to class early. I stopped in every bathroom on my way and checked my reflection, even taking a few selfies. When it was exactly 9 o'clock on the dot, I decided to go to class. Everyone else was already seated when I arrived and all eyes were on me, including Professor Moore's. The class was quiet as I strolled to an empty stool and sat down. I didn't look up until I had reached into my bag, pulled out a stick of gum, opened it, stuck it in my mouth, and began chewing real slow. Professor Moore was staring directly at me. I fought to keep my face blank.

"How nice of you to join us Miss Winters. The rule still stands that late students must model so please come sit on the stool in the center of the class," Professor Moore instructed. I smirked as I put my stuff down and sauntered to the center stool. I had been expecting this.

"Can I have someone to model with?" I asked. I could tell that no one was expecting that.

"Of course," Professor Moore said to me, then to the rest of the class, "anyone want to volunteer to model with Miss Winters."

Before anyone could volunteer, I quickly said, “I want you to model with me.” There were murmurs around the class. The rest of the class was intrigued by the idea. Professor Moore merely chuckled dismissively.

“No, I don’t model with my students. So, let’s get a volunteer from the class to help you,” he said. I raised an eyebrow skeptically. So, he didn’t model with students, but he was willing to other things with us... Everyone looked around to see who would volunteer. Then a cutie timidly raised his hand. I clapped my hands together happily. The cutie stood up and shyly walked to the center of the class to join me.