Page 2 of Tutor Daddy (Yes, Daddy #54)

My words hide the true reason. As soon as we're alone, I'll lose control.

I'm barely holding it together right now.

So there's no way I can do what she wants.

Helping her is like pulling up a chair to the buffet line.

I'd eat her out until she kicked me off her pussy.

Then I'd fuck her until she can't remember her name.

Shades of crimson bloom across her cheeks as she nods, takes a deep breath, and starts over. The redness is only a small indication of how deep a shade her skin turns. I'd love to swat her ass until she's begging me to fuck her senseless.

"I apologize, Professor Sheridan. Are you available to tutor me? I need help to catch up and pass my forensic auditing course. If I don't pass, my entire graduate program will be for nothing. I don't even want to think about the money and the time that would be wasted. Please, I'm begging you."

A slight chuckle slips out of me as I shake my head and rise out of my seat.

It's time to use my height against her because my self-control is waning by the second.

Her eyes follow me, lips slightly parting to speak, but she stays quiet.

Intimidation may be necessary to stop myself from caving to her request. The way she bites her bottom pouty lip and sheepishly glances up at me has me ready to fold like a lawn chair.

In the most sincere and stern voice I can muster, I say, "It's obvious that we have a lot of work to do since this is not what begging looks like … to anyone. The foundations of auditing at the forensic level are in the details."

I walk around the desk, thinking my abruptness will encourage her to leave.

It's for the best that I don't let those beautiful brown eyes lure me any closer.

Her soft floral scent causes me to inhale deeply.

There are hints of jasmine and something else.

I have to get her out of this office before I find myself exploring every part of her body to discover what that hint of something else is.

I need to convince her to request a different professor. This isn't going to work.

At a moment's notice, there's a spark of deviousness in Addison's eyes as she puts herself between me and the office door. This is practically torture. My devilish desires are pushing me to be lenient. Once she presses her back to ensure the door is shut, she drops to her knees.

"Please, I am begging you, Professor. Help me." Her raspy voice with her large brown eyes staring up at me reignites my erection.

Help you?!

Someone needs to help me. I need to get out of here before I never let her out of my sight.

A growl rumbles from the back of my throat. "You have no idea what you're doing to me. Get up, Miss Shaw."

"I'm paying attention to the details. Is this how I should beg, Professor?"

She runs her tongue over her top lip as her eyes shift from my face to stare directly at my crotch. The way she arches her back to push her tits up, closer to me, and glances back up with those 'please fuck me' eyes, has me ready to claim every inch of her body.

The pressure for me to give in mounts as she says, "If this isn't right, don't you want to teach me?"

I have to take a step back before she does anything else to put my job at risk. "Get up right now."

"Will I be in trouble if I don't?" she asks.

That's a loaded fucking question. I'll be fired if anyone walks in here.

"Serious trouble," I warn her.

My chest tightens as I swallow and demand my cock to retreat. That head doesn't want to listen to the one that's used to making our decisions. Addison's taking this discussion to something beyond tutoring. She's igniting my primitive nature to the point of no return.

I reach down under her arms and pull her up to her feet. She's so light in my arms. She squeals and lets out a giggle as she leans into me. Her hands connect around my neck, nipples pressing against my chest, I slide her down to her feet. She purposely grazes my crotch with her thigh.

"Is this the part where you put me over your knee to spank me, Professor?" She smirks, desire screaming from her eyes. If she could only see the fantasies flashing through my head. "Wait, if you're about to punish me, I should just call you Daddy."

Fuck.

"We can't do this here," I murmur, looking around my office. I try to keep myself calm as every scenario plays in my mind. Most of the fantasies end up with me being escorted off campus with all my belongings in a crate.

"So are you going to help me pass my course, Daddy?"

"You are devious," I chuckle and run my fingers through my hair.

I need to keep them busy to stop them from touching her anymore.

Since my gym bag's sitting on the floor by my desk, I reach down to move it out of the way.

It's not, but I have to keep these idle hands away from Addison's devilish playground.

"Only when I need to be." She shrugs with an air of nonchalance.

"Fine," I huff and pull a business card from the holder on my desk to hand it to her. "Call that number tonight at 7 PM sharp. After that call, I'll let you know if I can actually fit you into my schedule."

She closes her eyes and moans with a mischievous chuckle as she says, "I'm sure you'll fit into me just fine, Daddy."

My eyes widen at her brazenness.

She presses her delicate finger tips to her forehead, shaking gently and then flicking a ringlet away from her face as she speaks, "I'm sorry. That came out wrong. I'm extremely flexible. I'm sure I can come whenever you want and anywhere you want."

Those last few words linger in my head as she gently taps my business card against my chest. She turns around to let me watch her slip it into her skin-tight jeans.

Addison leaves my office, and I immediately put my phone on Do Not Disturb.

There's a line she's willing to cross that I've never dared to step near.

She's a fucking student. She is a young student I desperately want to fuck.

I can't fathom why she's the one, after all my years as a professor, that makes me willing to risk it all.

Yes.

I absolutely have to put my phone on silent.

I have to ignore her. I'll fulfill my duties and find a student to mentor.

Anything to distract me from every way I want to own her body, her pussy, her climax.

A distraction is necessary because it's obvious she won't learn anything from me except how I like my dick sucked.