Page 10 of Rejected By My Shifter Billionaire

I t took almost an entire hour for Kassia and the professor to finish dinner.

It was the most delicious meal she had ever had in her life, but it was also the longest, with eight courses served for the two of them.

How did rich people ever get something done when they spent so much time just eating?

The question only served to heighten the differences between her and the professor, and in the end, Kassia determinedly shoved all thoughts of their dissimilarities to the back of her mind. If she allowed herself to think about it, the distance between them would only feel more painful.

Ahead of her, the professor was opening the first door from the third floor landing. “We’ll be studying here,” the professor murmured.

Alessandro waited for Kassia to reach his side before explaining briefly, “It’s my private study, but it also comes with its own bed.” He gestured for her to precede him before closing the door.

Kassia found herself intimidated once again.

The professor’s private study was about the same size as her grandparents’ home back in Missouri.

Elegant touches that screamed money surrounded her, with all the furniture made of exotic Brazilian mahogany while the sofa bed and cushion in the opposite corner were crafted with an innovative mix of steel, leather, and glass.

All in all, an attractively masculine room, and stepping inside it was like having a taste of the professor’s world.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

She nodded. “It’s like being inside you.”

“That’s good, I suppose.” His smile turned wicked. “I can promise you that I’ll be the one inside you once you pass the exams.”

Kassia’s entire body went up in flames while her knees threatened to give out.

“Professor!” One moment, he was the perfect gentleman, and then the next moment he was all seduction and innuendo.

She just didn’t know what to expect from him, and she had a sneaky feeling it was exactly how the professor wanted it.

Suppressing the urge to smile at the way Kassia was glowering at him, he walked towards the door next to the windows. Opening it, he said, “This is the en-suite bathroom. You can take a shower and change in here. When you’re done, we’ll get to studying.”

Bathroom. Shower. Kassia’s fantasies spun out of control with those two words alone. Wasn’t this like one of her dreams , she wondered faintly. Hadn’t she dreamt of having a bath with the professor...like she could...now?

In front of her, the professor stiffened.

Alessandro was breathing hard. The air in the room had changed, turning tense and hot, tinged by the scent of Kassia’s innocent hunger. What the fuck had he said that would suddenly arouse her like she was now?

Telling himself he would stay in control, Alessandro slowly turned to face Kassia—-

Her eyes were wide and cloudy with desire while her lips were parted and seemingly poised to release a moan. Like him, she was breathing hard, causing her succulently abundant breasts to swell over the neckline of her dress.

FUCK.

That was what he wanted to do.

Fuck her. Hard. Until they both passed out.

He heard himself say, “I think I’ve changed my mind.”

She swallowed, stammering, “Y-you did?”

“I’ve thought of a better place to study.”

I TAKE IT BACK, Kassia thought. The professor’s home was nothing like the CIA’s headquarters. Rather, it was more like a treasure trove of surprises, and the greatest surprise of it was hidden in its basement.

In front of her was a very authentic-looking onsen , which came with a bamboo walkway, giant rocks that doubled as seats and, finally, an indoor pool patterned after Japan’s famous hot springs, complete with steamy mists rising from its crystal-clear surface.

Shaking her head in mute awe, she whispered, “I can’t believe you have your own hot spring bath, Professor.”

And I can’t believe I still have enough control not to fuck you, Alessandro thought. Sexual need had him coiled like a spring, his cock fully engorged under the small white towel slung low around his hips.

Beside him, Kassia was similarly attired, a white towel wrapped around her beautifully rounded body. It exposed a delightful hint of her cleavage as well as put the entire length of her shapely legs on display.

Kassia caught sight of the professor staring at her, and she swallowed.

“ Professor ...” The exquisite beauty of her surroundings lost its impact as she found herself slowly drowning in the heat flaring in the professor’s gaze.

Was this really happening, she asked herself dizzily.

It was like stumbling down Alice’s rabbit hole, but this time Wonderland only offered the most decadent pleasures.

His forest green eyes holding hers captive, he offered her his hand. “Come.”

Sensual yearning swelled inside Kassia at the huskily voiced command. Shakily placing her hand in the professor’s, she allowed him to lead her towards the bath. He descended first to guide her down the wide stone steps in the pool’s shallow end.

Although the water was just the right side of hot, Kassia was unable to stop herself from shivering anew as she and the professor moved together, their sides occasionally brushing. She couldn’t stop thinking of the fact that they were both naked under their towels.

The professor slowed down when they reached the pool’s man-made falls, its water cascading down artfully arranged boulders. He took a seat first, and Kassia realized then that the boulders had been carved in the shape of lounge seats.

“Sit here, Kassia.” The professor patted the space between his legs.

Inhaling nervously, she slowly followed the professor’s order, fitting herself between his legs. The professor immediately pulled her back so she could rest against his chest, and a second later his arm went around her, right below her breasts.

Oh.

It was so hard to breathe all of a sudden.

The professor whispered in her ear, “Shall we start?”

Oh.

Now, it was just as hard to think as well.

She felt the professor’s arm move, and a second later, his hand had taken hold of the loose knot that kept her towel in place. “May I take this off first?”

The professor spoke in a perfectly polite tone, like he was discussing something as mundane as the weather, but even so, her senses went in a riot over its sound.

“Umm...” She gulped. “Y-you first.”

It was an unexpected reply, but Alessandro found his lips twitching at her boldness. “As you wish,” he said gravely.

Kassia blinked, and it was that fast. The professor’s towel hung on the boulder next to them and he was suddenly naked behind her.

Naked and very, very aroused, if the way his cock felt against the curve of her bottom was anything to go by.

Her fingers curled and uncurled, and she unconsciously ended up digging her fingers into the professor’s thighs as her whole world focused on the sensation of his cock throbbing powerfully against her body.

Oh God, that was the professor’s cock.

The professor’s twelve-inch cock.

Somebody stop her from dying before she had a taste, a feel, of that cock.

The sound of Kassia catching her breath was erotic, and the feel of her nails painfully digging into his flesh only added to the sensual torture. “Kassia,” Alessandro released her name in a harsh groan.

“Professor.” His title came out in a helpless whimper, anticipation rendering her incapable of thinking about anything but his cock. Cock, cock, cock, oh God, his cock, his cock—-

“My turn,” the professor said abruptly, and before she realized what he meant, he had already ripped the towel off her body before tossing it aside.

Kassia gasped.

Naked . They were both naked now. Her mind threatened to spin out of control at the realization.

What to do? What to feel? What to say? The professor felt so hard behind her, and his cock even harder.

Her body was hot all over, and when she looked down, she realized her body was flushed all over, too, either from heat or embarrassment or maybe both, she wasn’t sure.

The professor’s hands were moving, and she could only hold her breath and watch with dazed eyes as his large strong hands slowly cupped her breasts.

Ooooooooh.

She fell back against the professor, and she moaned out loud when his wonderful hands started kneading and teasing her flesh.

“Now, we can start.” The professor’s voice came out in a low, seductive purr, and Kassia moaned again.

The professor started teaching her, his voice beautifully clear as he concisely summarized the most important concepts in Classical Humanities.

A part of her wondered how he could remember all this when it wasn’t a subject he was teaching, but the rest of her didn’t care.

99% of her was focused on the way his hands were fondling her breasts and making her ache for more.

The professor suddenly took his hands away, and Kassia moaned in protest. “Professor!”

“A punishment.” The professor licked the outer curve of her ear. “For not listening.” And he promptly nipped her ear right after.

Oooooooh. Kassia writhed in agonized pleasure.

Behind her, Alessandro gritted his teeth, doing his best to control the urge to slide his cock inside her sex as Kassia continued to wriggle her bottom against his erection. Goddammit, her pussy was so damn close. Just one push, and he could be in...

Reining himself in with an effort, the professor clamped his hands around her waist and pushed her down on the boulder they were seated on. “Be still,” he hissed.

When she stopped moving, he said curtly, “This is how it will work. I’ll teach you, you’ll listen.

I’ll ask a question, and you’ll answer. If you answer correctly.

..” One hand left her waist, the other staying its course, making sure she kept still.

With his free hand, he brushed his fingers on the side of her breast—-

Kassia moaned, her head falling back. “ Professor ...”

His teeth gnashed as his cock throbbed and protested against his self-imposed restraints.