Page 29 of The Professor

I arrived at university and went straight to the lecture theater.

The professor had already started, and I sneaked in and took a seat at the back away from everyone else.

He glanced at me, paused for a heartbeat, and then continued.

My entire body was suddenly alive. It was as though an electrical current was racing through me. He was so big and gorgeous and masterful. He held everyone’s attention, and I had never been more infatuated with anyone in my life. My clit was pulsing just from the vibrations of his voice, and my nipples were hard points beneath my t-shirt.

“Hey.”

I gasped and turned around. Ness.

“You okay?” She studied me. “You seem all out of sorts.”

“I’m fine.” I gulped. I’d been about to finger myself; thank goodness I hadn’t started. “Just… you know…” I gestured to Andrew. “This is important for my thesis, I need to take notes.”

“Er, yeah, sure.”

I grabbed a pen and opened my notepad, stared at the professor even though I was hardly listening to what he was saying.

After a few minutes, Ness passed me a slip of paper.

Did you go to the Sure Thing?

I turned it over and wrote

No

She downturned her mouth, pulling a sad face.

I shrugged. I didn’t want to talk about it. All I wanted was to be alone with the object of my desires, and this time I would make sure he couldn’t resist me. He’d have no choice but to fuck me until we were both exhausted. And my ace card…

To tell him that he already had.

Chapter Eight

Chelsea

After the lecture, I told Ness I’d try and make it for drinks at Sixty-Nine’s, but she could see in my eyes that I wouldn’t. I’d used the excuse of going to the library for a long session on my thesis, but really I wanted to think of a reason to visit the professor’s office again.

She wouldn’t be worried if I was a no-show. And besides, she was going with Edward and a group of other folk. No one would miss me.

The uni corridors were quiet—a few cleaners, the odd lingering student—and I made my way to see Andrew with purpose in my step and desire tugging at my pelvis.

When I reached his door, I knocked twice. My nipples were already hard and my inner thighs tense. Just the thought of him turned me into a hot mess.

God, I hoped he was still here.

The door opened, and he stepped out, briefcase in his hand and jacket on. His shoulders were shoved up, stiff with worry, and his jaw was tight.

“Oh,” he said, as though surprised to see me. “Chelsea, what can I do for you?”

I moved backward to avoid him bashing into me at speed. “I just…I just needed to speak to you.”

“Speak and walk, I’m in a rush.”

I hurried alongside him, my cheeks flushing. “Why? Where are you going?”

“Somewhere.” He frowned.