Page 80 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Monday

When I came back to my office after class, it looked like a tornado had just swept through it.

Papers were scattered all over, some soaked in the coffee that had spilled on the floor.

A broken vase lay on the ground in fragments.

Just this once. So why did a part of me wish she’d been waiting here, naked, for me to come back?

I took a deep breath as I started to clean up the mess we’d made. Her scent was everywhere, driving me insane. Just this once. She’d agreed to it. We were on the same page. But looking at the desk, thinking of what we’d done, made me want her all over again.

I collapsed in my chair after my office looked presentable again. And that’s when I saw her note.

Professor Hunter,

Thank you for listening to my argument. But I don't think I've learned my lesson. You might need to show me that again.

P.S. I borrowed your sweater.

I ran my thumb along the words. I could show her again and again and again.

My dick stirred at the thought. But that wasn’t going to happen.

Just because I’d given in to the temptation didn’t mean I wasn’t in control of the situation.

And now it was time to move on. Just this once. I wouldn’t be tempted again.

***

I stared at my whiteboard that had been blank yesterday. Now it was filled with ideas. Too many possibilities to bring to fruition. It was like a switch had gone off in my mind. I was able to think clearer. I was able to breathe easier, no yoga necessary.

It was because of Penny. I wished it wasn’t.

But she was the only thing in my life that had changed.

Maybe she was my muse. I folded my arms across my chest as I stared at the board.

My muse? It was a ridiculous thought. And yet…

I’d been more productive tonight than I had been since moving to Delaware.

I continued to stare at the whiteboard without focusing on any one idea.

There were several things that I could run with.

Distractions that I clearly needed since my mind kept wandering back to Penny naked on my desk.

But I didn’t want to be distracted. Clearly. Or the scene of her beneath me wouldn’t be running through my mind on repeat. And I wouldn’t be dying to repeat what we’d done. I mean…Penny and I had gotten away with sneaking around once. We could do it again…

I squinted my eyes at the board. Her letter indicated that she didn’t want it to be a one-time thing. Did I? Really? It wasn’t a question I needed to ask myself. I already knew the answer was no. But it didn’t matter what I wanted. We were done. Over. That was the beginning and the end of it.

Dr. Clark’s advice popped into my head. He’d said I deserved something good.

Penny was everything good. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and clicked on my thread of messages with Penny.

She was graduating in the spring. It wasn’t like she’d be off-limits for long.

We could sneak around for two semesters. We could…

What are you thinking?

But that was the problem. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I felt more like myself tonight than I had in ages. I felt…good. And good things attracted good things, according to Dr. Clark. My own therapist encouraged me to date Penny.

I ignored the fact that Dr. Clark didn’t know Penny was a student and typed out a message.

"I see that you've taken another one of my sweaters." Breathe. I stared at the text. Fuck breathing when I could be breathing in the smell of Penny’s skin instead. I pressed send before I could change my mind. I could picture Penny curled up in bed wearing my sweater. Her cheeks still flushed from earlier. Maybe she couldn’t focus on her work either because all she wanted to do was talk to me.

I wanted to reprimand myself. But I didn’t have the energy or patience to pretend I wasn’t going to pursue her. I’d lost all reason as soon as I sent the text. No, I’d lost all reason when I decided to fuck her. Of course once wouldn’t be enough. Since when had once ever been enough for me?

Her text came a minute later: “I was a bit chilly after you left me naked and alone in your office, Professor Hunter.”

I wanted her naked in my office all the time.

"I apologize for my abrupt departure. But you barged into my office at a rather inconvenient time.

" Messing up my plans. I smiled at the thought. I wouldn’t have changed a thing, though.

My routine was rigid and boring. She brought spontaneity into my life. Hell, she brought life into my life.

"And when would be a convenient time?" she texted back.

I’d told her just this once. I had the perfect out.

The only problem was that my plan backfired.

I didn’t fuck her out of my system at all.

She’d crawled under my skin. She was still all I could think about.

For just a moment while I had been working tonight, I’d thought I was cured.

But as soon as I’d put the marker down? All my thoughts had gone back to her.

Which meant one thing. I wasn’t in control of this situation. And that was dangerous.

I needed to stop. I knew it. But instead, I texted her again. "It would be most convenient after you graduate in the spring."

The minutes ticked by. Was she considering that proposal?

Did she really want to wait for months to reenact our tryst?

It wasn’t what I actually wanted. What I wanted was for her to be right in front of me, on her knees, worshipping my cock again.

Everything would have been easier if she wasn’t a student.

But would I have wanted her as badly if she wasn’t?

There was something about the way she said Professor Hunter that did something to me.

I raked my hands through my hair. I was a sick fuck.

"What happened to just this once?" she replied.

I rarely ever did anything just once. I thought I was getting better.

I thought I could handle it. But I didn’t realize how fucking fantastic she’d be.

I didn’t realize that she’d clear my mind enough to actually think for a few hours, only to reel me back in.

I was consumed by her. It was terrifying. But I fucking loved the high.

I texted her back before I could talk myself out of it. "We can discuss it over dinner. I will pick you up on Saturday at 8." A date. I was going on a date with one of my students.

"I'll be waiting,” she texted back.

I smiled and looked up at my whiteboard again. Just hearing from her had helped clear my head once more. It was time to start working on one of these ideas. Because I was probably going to be fired soon.