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My Father's Best Friend(17)

By:Fiona Davenport


"He hasn't done anything wrong," I hurriedly explained. "He doesn't even  look at or call on me. We've barely spoken to each other, not even in  class, which is saying a lot considering professors and students are  supposed to interact."         

     



 

Elisa handed the baby off to Brysen and sat down next to me again,  hugging me to her side. "Is that why you've been so distracted lately?  You're suffering from unrequited love?"

"I think so," I sighed. "There have been moments when I would have sworn  the connection went both ways, but I think it's time for me accept the  fact that he would have done or said something if he was even remotely  interested in me."

"Unless he's been biding his time until you aren't his student anymore," Brysen grumbled.

"You mean like you did when you pretended you didn't want to buy our  house so I'd be forced to show you a dozen homes you had no interest in  buying?" Elisa teased.

Brysen pointed between himself and my sister. "Our situation"-then his  finger turned in my direction-"is entirely different from some professor  perving on your baby sister."

"Ignore that part and focus on the first part of what my caveman hubby  had to say because as he once told me, he's a man so he understands how  guys think. Which means it's entirely possible that your professor  really is interested."

"Well, he did tell me he wanted to see me after the exam tomorrow."

Elisa jabbed a finger into my side. "See, maybe Professor Hottie has  been keeping his hands, eyes, and voice from you all semester long  because he didn't trust himself around you. Now that your class is over,  he could be ready to make his move."

"I don't know," I murmured, finding it hard to believe it was remotely  possible. Not after the way he'd ignored me for months. "If he was  waiting because of the college's fraternization rule then why would he  act now?"

"Because you won't be an undergrad student there after this week," Elisa answered.

If only it were that simple. "But he doesn't know I'm graduating early.  And, what happens if I choose to stay here for school? We'd have the  same problem."

"You'll have months before the rule will be an issue again," she  reminded me. "And that's only if you decide not to go to Berkley. Who  knows what will happen in those months? It might not even be an issue by  then."

My conviction to move past my feelings for Gabe flew out the window. How  the heck was I supposed to pass any of my exams when the only thing I  was going to be able to think about between now and tomorrow afternoon  was whether or not Brysen and Elisa were right?



Gabe's class was my favorite, and not just because he was the professor.  The exam should have been a breeze because I'd been obsessed with  American literature for years. I knew the material inside and out, but I  couldn't for the life of me focus on a single question. I'd barely  slept in the last twenty-four hours. All I could do was obsess about  what was going to happen when I met Gabe in his office after class. I  didn't crack open a single book as I counted down the hours until his  class began. A decision I might come to regret, once I received my grade  for my senior seminar since I had no idea if I was coherent during my  presentation this morning or not.

I might not fare any better on Gabe's test either. It felt like I'd been  sitting here forever, but I was only halfway through the questions. I  glanced up to check the clock and blushed when I found Gabe's gaze on  me. He was blatant in his perusal, his hazel eyes locked on my legs. I  uncrossed them and a surge of power rushed through my veins as I watched  his eyes heat. Then he lifted his gaze to my face and shook his head,  gesturing to the test packet on my desk and circling his finger in a you  better get moving gesture. So with damp panties and a brain that was  exclusively focused on whatever he wanted to talk to me about in his  office, instead of on my answers, I finished the exam and hoped I  managed to pass.

When I handed him my packet, he slipped something into my palm. "Wait for me in my office."

His voice was a low murmur, sending shivers down my spine. Glancing  down, I found a key in my hand. I gave him a slight nod and hurried from  the classroom, stunned by this turn of events. It was starting to look  like Elisa and Brysen were right. Why else would Gabe give me the key to  his office?

Lucky for me, I didn't have long to wait to find out. I'd only been  waiting for about ten minutes before Gabe stormed into his office, shut  the door, and locked it. He dropped his bag to the floor, and pulled me  from the chair where I'd been sitting to lift me onto my toes, our  chests pressed against each other. I gasped in surprise and he took  advantage of the moment to claim my mouth, his tongue sweeping inside to  tangle with mine. By the time he lifted his head, my legs were jelly  and he was the only thing holding me up.         

     



 

"Four months," he growled. "Sixteen weeks of torture, I didn't know if I  could survive with you in my class. But I made it through and I'm not  going to do it again. The school is just going to have to be satisfied  with the fact that you're not my student. I don't give a damn about  their fraternization rule."

They had been right! Gabe had been biding his time and finally cracked  now that I'd taken his final. He wanted me enough to throw caution to  the wind and risk his job to have me. It was beyond romantic, and  unnecessary, for now, since there was one little fact of which he wasn't  aware. "I'm graduating early."





Chapter 4


Gabe


Her statement set off every nerve in my body. Fireworks exploded,  burning until I was so consumed with need, I nearly lost my control,  completely.

She was graduating early. I had the freedom to kiss her, to fuck her, to  make her mine. I fused our lips together once again, our tongues  tangling. Tilting my head, I took the kiss even deeper as one hand left  her waist to grasp her ass, lifting her higher and wrapping a leg around  my waist. Her other leg followed suit without any urging. She'd worn a  skirt to class, something I was immensely grateful for at that moment.  Her pussy was pulsing with heat. I could feel it through my slacks where  my cock was lined up in the perfect position.

I needed more. I needed to feel her pressing into me, her warmth  enveloping my painfully hard erection. I turned towards the door and  slammed her up against it, my cock tight against her pussy. I wanted to  bury myself inside her more than anything, but somewhere in my brain was  a thread of logic, reminding me of meetings I had to attend and papers I  had to grade.

"Fuck, Charlotte. I've wanted you for so long. I want to feel you coming  all over my cock, but we haven't got the time right now. So I'll settle  for you coming on my tongue," I mumbled as I placed hot, wet,  open-mouthed kisses down the column of her neck. She whimpered and her  back arched, thrusting her chest up. She'd removed her sweater during  class and I could see her nipples beaded and hard under her thin  camisole. They were impossible to resist, so I didn't even try. I licked  her right bud through the silky fabric before sucking it into my mouth.  She cried out and pushed her chest further into my face. I nibbled and  sucked on it before moving to the left one, wishing they were naked in  my mouth. Charlotte was gripping my biceps and rocking into me, my dick  straining to reach the pulsing heat of her pussy. I needed to stop,  before I reached the point where I wouldn't be able to. Which I was  really fucking close to.

My hands had been firmly on her ass, but I removed one to snap the bands  of what felt like a G-string, so the fabric would drop to the floor. I  slid my palm along her outer thigh until it reached her knee. Urging her  to unhook her leg, I draped it over my arm and did the same with the  other. I held her up with my arms beneath her knees, my hands coming  over to part her thighs. Then I used the wall as leverage to push her up  and put her legs over my shoulders, putting her dripping pussy at just  the right height. She squeaked in surprise but it turned into a moan  when I licked her from bottom to top.

"Hold on, sweetheart," I commanded, and she grabbed onto my head to  balance herself. "I'm going to eat this drenched pussy until I've had my  fill. These walls aren't soundproof, so as much as I'm dying to hear  you scream out my name, you need to keep quiet. Got it?" I licked her  again and she cried out. I turned my head and bit her thigh lightly.  "I'll stop if you don't keep quiet." I looked up to see her press her  lips together and nod her head.

I began to devour her pussy. It tasted fucking amazing. Her sweetness  exploded on my tongue. Her thighs started to quake and the muffled  sounds contained behind her closed lips hinted that she was almost  there. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" I asked, my voice muffled with my  face still deep in her heat. "I've got you. But, hold on tight and stay  silent."