Page 4 of Snowed in with the Professor

I should’ve been more discrete, disguising my devotion, my obsession for Grace. But I couldn’t help myself, definitely not when she was so close.

She was this addiction I had, one that made my heart race, my mouth dry, and my hands shake. A withdrawal that I didn’t know if I’d endure, because I knew the only remedy for it was her.

I watched as she left the library, happy when she continued peeking across at me. She kept biting her lip, pulling at the red, plump flesh with her straight small white teeth.

It’s a good thing I was seated behind the desk because my cock was harder than a rock, pressing against the zipper of my jeans, screaming to be free.

The disgusting things I thought of doing to her had me feeling primal, wild. She was so innocent, though, so fragile.

But her innocence simply stoked my hunger for her, had me desiring her even more.

I wanted to be the one to corrupt her, to show her just how fantastic it might feel, how good I could make her feel.

And I would make that a reality, since the alternative wasn’t an option.