Page 42 of Learning Curves

“Oh, I do want to see that.” Michelle’s gaze raked over her, making the fine hairs on Audrey’s skin stand at attention.

In the hallway, footsteps echoed, and she and Michelle fell silent.

If the look on Michelle’s face was any indication, she was mentally undressing Audrey right now, and Audrey was so turned on, it wasn’t even funny.

Marcus passed by in the hallway, so engrossed in whatever he was looking at on his cell phone, he probably wouldn’t have noticed if Michelle and Audrey were making out on her desk.

As soon as his footsteps faded away, Audrey stood and crossed the room.

She closed the door to Michelle’s office, then made a show of turning the lock.

Audrey heard movement behind her, and for a moment, she thought Michelle was about to end the game.

Hell, Audrey wasn’t even sure what she intended to do with their newfound privacy—kiss her, probably—but when she turned around, she found the blinds on the window shut and Michelle perched on the edge of her desk, wearing her most haughty professor face. Audrey’s clit throbbed at the sight.

Audrey stalked toward her. She crowded right into Michelle’s personal space—without touching her—watching as Michelle’s breathing picked up speed and the most delightful flush rose on her chest. Audrey braced one hand on either side of Michelle’s hips on the polished cherry of her desk, leaning in until her lips were only millimeters from Michelle’s.

“You, on that desk, in that blazer? I’m about to fulfill a fantasy with you.

” She kept her voice a low murmur even with the door closed, because the walls in this building weren’t particularly soundproof.

Michelle had the last office on this side of the hall, and Audrey was pretty sure Thomas, who had the office to her right, had already left for the day, but they were breaking the rules right now, so they really couldn’t be too careful.

“Are you sure about that?” Michelle’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Because it would be highly unethical to do what you’re suggesting.

We agreed to keep things professional while we’re on campus.

” She said the words, but she was breathing heavily, her eyes burning into Audrey’s with so much heat, Audrey knew Michelle was as wet as she was.

“I don’t care about ethics right now. I’ve been fantasizing about taking you on this desk since I was a freshman ...”

Michelle gave her head a quick shake. “No. If we do this, we stay in the present. No talking about when you were my student. It makes me uncomfortable.”

“Got it. See? We’re really good at communicating our comfort levels, and as it happens, I’ve also fantasized about taking you on this desk since I moved in across the hall. In fact, I’ve thought about it a lot.” Audrey leaned closer, but still, she didn’t touch her.

Michelle’s eyes were molten, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth, and she was breathing so fast Audrey worried she might hyperventilate.

Michelle arched her back just the tiniest bit, so her breasts brushed against Audrey’s, and for several long seconds, they lingered like that, practically molded together while still not touching in any satisfying way.

Audrey’s hands were on the desk, her mouth still hovering over Michelle’s.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” Michelle spoke suddenly, eyes blazing into Audrey’s, and oh god , she sounded so authoritative. It was a line right out of one of Audrey’s most illicit fantasies. Her core clenched, soaking her underwear.

“Have you thought about this? About me taking you on your desk?” Audrey nudged Michelle’s thighs apart so she could stand between them, shifting her weight so she wasn’t leaning on her hands, because she needed them for more interesting things.

She trailed her fingertips over Michelle’s blazer, loving how soft the fibers were against her skin.

It was even softer than she’d imagined. No wonder it was Michelle’s favorite.

“No,” Michelle whispered, her breath warm against Audrey’s cheeks. “But I’m thinking about it now.”

Audrey popped the first button on Michelle’s blouse, revealing a glimpse of her collarbones. Michelle gulped, eyes fluttering shut.

“I’ve thought about it,” Audrey murmured.

“Those afternoons when we were sitting in here drinking tea? I was thinking about it.” She popped another button.

“I imagined kneeling between your legs while you sat behind your desk, unraveling you while you tried to keep a straight face in case anyone walked by.”

Another button.

Another gulp from Michelle.

Audrey kept going. “I imagined bending you over your desk from behind. I’m not really a fan of the whole ‘sweep everything onto the floor’ scenario that you see on TV, because .

.. what a mess. But this might be my favorite scenario of all: fucking you while you’re perched on your desk, all buttoned up, looking so professional, so untouchable . ”

“I ... oh god.” Michelle’s thighs clamped around Audrey’s hips.

Audrey was doing her best to respect Michelle’s wishes and stay in the present, even in her thoughts.

But the reality was, she’d had dozens—if not hundreds—of illicit fantasies about Michelle at her desk over the years.

And now that it was actually happening? Audrey was so turned on, her body was overheating.

The next button sprang free, fully revealing Michelle’s breasts and the black lacy bra she’d told Audrey about.

It was on the simple side, nothing overly revealing, which Audrey was coming to realize was Michelle’s style.

She didn’t wear showy lingerie. Michelle’s underwear was practical but pretty, and it made Audrey weak at the knees.

She traced a finger over the lace fringe between Michelle’s breasts, and Michelle hissed out a breath, her thighs tightening around Audrey’s hips.

Audrey popped the next button.

“Audrey,” Michelle begged, hips shifting restlessly.

“Almost there ...” The next button took her nearly to the waistband of Michelle’s pants.

Audrey tugged, untucking the silky material of her blouse from her pants, and then she trailed her fingers up and down Michelle’s stomach, loving the way her muscles clenched beneath Audrey’s touch.

“I’m going to have to leave the blazer on, though. ”

“If you must.” Michelle shifted, pressing her hips against Audrey.

“Oh, I must.” She popped the button on Michelle’s pants, then lowered the zipper to reveal black lace-edged panties. She leaned in to whisper in Michelle’s ear. “Are you wet?”

Michelle’s whimper was answer enough. “Yes,” she managed in a shaky voice.

Audrey paused, thinking through her next step.

She wanted to get Michelle out of her pants, but it kind of ruined the moment if she let Michelle get down from the desk.

Right now, they were caught up in a perfect desk-sex fantasy, and Audrey didn’t want to break it with a mundane “Hop down for me so you can take off your pants.”

So, she improvised.

“Hands on my shoulders,” she told Michelle.

Michelle complied without question, her fingers gripping Audrey’s shoulders eagerly.

“Now hold on to me, and let me take as much of your weight as you can, okay?”

Michelle’s brow wrinkled for a moment before she caught on, and then she wrapped her arms around Audrey’s shoulders, hanging on to her.

It wasn’t the sexiest move, but somehow it still felt sexy as fuck as Audrey gripped Michelle’s pants and underwear, sliding them down her legs in a fairly smooth move . .. until they met her shoes.

Everything got caught in a bunch at Michelle’s ankles, and they both broke into spontaneous laughter before Michelle kicked, sending her clothes to the floor. She repositioned herself on the desk, now naked from the waist down, and if this wasn’t the most erotic image in the world ...

Michelle sat with her hair impeccably done, her blouse unbuttoned, still wearing her bra and her blazer ... and nothing else. Audrey took a moment to appreciate the image before her.

She was appreciating something else too.

In her fantasies, she’d never had to think through logistics.

Clothes had magically disappeared, and every position had worked the first time.

She never would have imagined shared laughter while Michelle kicked off her pants, but somehow it made this moment more real, more intimate , and that made it even better.

“You’re spectacular,” she whispered, trailing one of her hands from Michelle’s stomach down to her knee and back up, this time slipping into the space between her thighs. Michelle gasped, her hips jerking as Audrey’s fingers found the copious wetness waiting for her there.

“Shh,” Audrey cautioned as she pressed a finger against Michelle’s clit. “You have to be quiet. God, you’re so wet for me. I fuckin’ love it.” She kept her own voice pitched just over a whisper, too low for anyone’s ears but Michelle’s.

Michelle released a shaky breath. “Audrey, please .”

“This moment always ends the same way in my fantasy ...”

“How?” Michelle whispered.

“With you coming against my tongue ... sitting right here on your desk.”

“Yes,” Michelle hissed. “Please.”

“Hold on, then.” First, she pressed forward, capturing Michelle’s lips for a passionate kiss.

Then she dropped to her knees in front of the desk.

She looked up, savoring the view of Michelle’s bare legs, the delicate vee of dark curls between her thighs, followed by that blue tweed blazer.

Each new moment of this encounter was a snapshot for Audrey’s erotic mental library, and god , this one might be the best of all.

Audrey slid her hands up Michelle’s thighs.

She grasped her hips, guiding her to the edge of the desk, and then she brought her mouth against Michelle, eliciting a strangled whimper.

Audrey pressed the flat of her tongue against her, covering her as Michelle’s hips bucked and her hands gripped the edge of the desk.

“Yes,” Michelle gasped, pushing herself more firmly against Audrey’s mouth.

“I love that word,” Audrey murmured against her. “I hope to hear a lot more of it in the next few minutes.”

“You will. Oh ...” Michelle’s voice went high pitched at the end, and she gulped as if swallowing a cry of pleasure.

Audrey got to work in earnest then. After all that teasing, Michelle seemed fairly worked up, and Audrey didn’t want to keep her waiting.

She licked and sucked, periodically glancing up to appreciate the myriad expressions on Michelle’s face as she grew closer to her release.

Carefully, Audrey pushed two fingers inside her.

“Yes.” Michelle’s eyes slammed shut, and her head tipped back, providing Audrey with a spectacular view of her throat.

Audrey grazed her teeth against Michelle’s clit, loving the way she trembled in response.

Michelle gripped Audrey’s shoulders, her breathing strained as she fought to keep herself quiet. “Yes, Audrey. Yes. ”

She looked down, and their gazes locked. Audrey had always been captivated by Michelle’s eyes, and right now they were impossibly affectionate. She was looking at Audrey like she was the center of the universe, and that had certainly never been the case in her fantasies.

Audrey never wanted the moment to end, but almost before she’d prepared herself, Michelle’s hips jerked. Her body tensed with a whispered cry, her inner walls fluttering around Audrey’s fingers, and then she slumped, swaying dangerously backward on her desk.

“Oh god, Audrey, that was ...”

“It was perfect.” Even better than Audrey’s fantasies. Because the reality of Michelle coming apart on her desk while looking at Audrey like that? It was everything .