Page 29 of A Legal Affair

She stared into his eyes as the air between them crackled, charged with an unspoken tension.

“Was there something you wanted to discuss with me?” she whispered.

“Yes,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. “Your dissenting opinion onMarbury v. Madison. Your insights were particularly astute. More judicious, in fact, than anything I’ve heard from my students in a long time.”

“Thank you so much, Professor Thorne.” She smiled shyly, his praise making her bloom like a hothouse flower. “The law is a compelling labyrinth. Its complexities…they fascinate me.”

“A labyrinth, yes. But every labyrinth has a center. A hidden chamber.” His voice was a low, hypnotic rumble in the weighted silence of the lecture hall. “Sometimes, Miss Moreau, the most profound discoveries aren’t made in the grand halls of justice, but in the darkest corners of the heart.”

Her breath hitched at his words.Is he saying what I think he’s saying???

“Professor Thorne, I?—”

He stood suddenly, cupping her face in his big hands. Before she could think or react, he was kissing her.

Her mind reeled. Her heart sang. Her pussy wept.

She swayed against him, moaning shamelessly into his mouth. “Professor Thorne…”

He broke the kiss, his eyes locked with hers as he picked her up, turned around and set her down on the table. Her denim skirt rode up, revealing the tops of her thighs and the delicate lace of her bikini panties.

He stood over her, his dark gaze riveted between her legs with a predatory hunger. “Pink,” he murmured.

“Sir?”

“Your panties. I’ve been dying to know what color they are.”

“Oh,” she breathed. “Pink is my favorite color.”

“And now it’s mine.” His hands trailed up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher until it bunched around her waist and her bare ass rested on the polished wood surface of the table.

She trembled and bit her bottom lip, watching the outline of his cock grow in his jeans as he slowly pulled her panties off, his fingers grazing her skin along the way.

She leaned back on the table and stared up at him, her legs spread wide and her core throbbing, slick and ready. She honestly couldn’t decide what she wanted inside her first—his tongue or his cock.

It didn’t matter. He was already kneeling between her legs, his mouth swooping down to taste her. She gasped and threw back her head, her eyes closing as his tongue pressed deep, slowly withdrew and pushed in again. When he folded her legs back, she put her feet flat on the edge of the table, moaning as he licked and sucked her clit, feasting on her pussy until she orgasmed with a thready cry.

She was still gasping for breath when he surged to his feet and reached for his belt. She heard the soft hiss of the leather sliding free, the metallic clink of the buckle reverberating through the cavernous hall. Her eyes dropped, following the line of his inked hand as he unzipped his jeans and?—

“Daniela?”

She jolted awake to the sound of her name being called. Heart pounding, she sat up in the clawfoot tub, water sloshing from her shoulders as she looked around, disoriented, the bright white tiles slowly coming into focus.

She was home, in her bathroom, and Caleb Thorne was nowhere in sight.

A disappointed groan escaped her lips before she could stifle it.

“Daniela? Are you all right in there?” Her mother’s concerned voice came through the closed door. “You said you were going to take a bath before dinner, but you’ve been in there for ages. I was starting to worry.”

“I’m fine, Mom!” Her voice was breathless, shaky. “I just…fell asleep.”

Her mother chortled. “Poor baby. Law school must be wearing you out.”

Nah. Just my smokin’ hot professor, if I’m lucky.

“Dinner’s getting cold. Come eat so you can get started on your reading assignments.”

“Okay, Mom. Be right out.” Daniela listened to the sound of her mother’s footsteps retreating down the hallway. Then she sank back into the now lukewarm water, the scents of jasmine and myrrh and orange blossoms wafting around her.