Dear Professor(63)

Well, this had backfired fucking epically, hadn’t it?

I forced myself to focus on the work instead of the e-mails, but it was incredibly hard when my vagina wanted to jump right across the room and acquaint itself with my teacher’s cock.

The rest of the lesson passed in a round of uncomfortable squirming from me, ten tried-and-failed attempts at concentrating, and approximately six words typed.

Yep. It was serious if I couldn’t even focus on schoolwork. I needed an intervention.

I packed my things up quicker than normal, shoved my tissue in a side pocket of my bag, and practically ran out of the room. Of course, I was about to go to his office, so the running thing was useless, but I needed a second of Jordan Keaton–free air to center myself.

I leaned against the wall outside his office and took several deep breaths. My eyes stayed on the classroom door just down the hall, even as my whole body screamed for me to look away.

He was magnetic. That was the best word to describe him. The second he appeared in the hallway and shut the classroom door behind him was the very moment my eyes were drawn to him. He locked the door and looked up.

His eyes found mine.

The brightness of them was tinged with amusement, but beneath that was a shadow of dark lust that made my heart pang. The hall was in Technicolor, and the speed of my breathing increased as I became aware of everything around me. Every person, every word, every different voice… They were there, more intense, but nothing was as intense as he was.

Jordan walked toward me with a purpose. He looked casual enough with his jacket open, his tie a little loose, and his hand in his pocket, but I could see it. The tight set of his jaw, the tension stretching across his shoulders, the teeny uplift at the corner of his mouth…

“Thank you for your time, Miss Hamilton.” He said the words so smoothly that you’d have thought he was entering a business meeting and didn’t have possession of my fifty-dollar thong.

“Oh, I always have a few minutes for you, sir.” I flashed him a coy smile and entered his office.

He was right behind me. He shut the door, dropped the blind without another word, then grabbed me. Once again, I found myself against the door, gasping. He leaned into me so fully that there was no space between us and pushed his leg between my thighs.#p#分页标题#e#

“Tell me more about those dreams,” he murmured, his mouth by my ear. He took my earlobe into his mouth and grazed his teeth across it.

I shivered. “Pick a card. There were a few.”

“The desk.”

“I pissed you off.” I breathed heavily as he swirled the tip of his tongue across the curve of my neck. “You flipped me over and fucked me from behind.”

“Details, sweet thing… Were you wearing underwear? Were you so wet you were dripping down your leg?” He massaged my breast. “How hard did I fuck you? Did I spank you? Did you come all over my cock?”

“Yes, yes, hard, yes, yes,” I forced out as one of his hands traveled up my thigh.

His thumb came dangerously close to my bare pussy.

“That’s better, I suppose.” His hot breath cascaded across my shoulder. “Do you have any idea how hard that class was? Knowing you were sitting barely twenty feet away while your thong was in my pocket?” He glanced his thumb over my clit.

I shuddered. “No,” I whispered. “Tell me.”

“I’ve never taught a class with my cock so hard.” He dipped his hand between my thighs, forcing them to open. “Especially not when the person responsible for my erection was right there, wet, and ready for me. Because you were, weren’t you, sweet thing? My e-mails made you wet.”

I gasped, “Yes!” as he pushed two fingers inside me.

“You wanted me to fuck you all during class, didn’t you?”

I bit my lip and nodded as he slowly moved his hand, curving the tips of his fingers.

“You want me to fuck you right now, don’t you? You want me to unzip my pants and slide inside this tight, wet pussy. Is that it?”

“Yes,” I whispered as a wave of pleasure coated my body.

“You’d love it if I bent you over that desk, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

He grasped the back of my neck tightly. “Say please.”

“Please.”

“I don’t think you mean that.”

“Please,” I moaned quietly, rocking my hips against his hand. “Please.”

“Please what, Darcy?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Mmm.” He rubbed his thumb against my clit and bent his head forward to kiss me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”