The moment Alexis saw her professor
leaning over his desk attempting to grab at something on the other side; she
knew it was all over. Staring at his scrumptious backside from behind the glass
door, her mind flew into an erotic dream like state. Her naked body flat on the
dark teak desktop, her legs wrapped around his waist as he gyrated his hips against
her warmth, the random office supplies strewn on the floor while she writhed in
pleasure under his enormous frame. She let out a long dreamy sigh as he
straightened and turned in her direction.
“Oh hello Miss Flynn!” he said
excitedly, holding up the hard earned pencil that was conveniently elusive. “So
glad you could make it.” He grabbed the door and pulled it the rest of the way open
for her to enter. Shoving the pencil into the top pocket of his shirt, he
smiled down at her.
She smiled shyly back up at him
as she slipped into his richly decorated office. He let the door close and her
heart skipped a beat in anticipation as she heard it click shut. He didn’t
tower over her but she was naturally tall and the heels she was wearing would
have brought her to eye level with him. That is, if she was facing him. He
stood so close behind her that she could feel the heat radiating off of him. If
only he knew what sort of ideas she had in her head about this room and him in
it.
He stepped around her and
gestured for her to take a seat. Clutching the mound of books in her arms tight
against her breasts that practically screamed for him to touch them, she
stepped forward and took a seat on his black leather couch. He was wearing one
of his better looking gray suits with a light blue tie and white button shirt.
She’d never known him to wear anything else but the suit and tie thing; then
again, she’d never seen him outside the university setting either.
“No problem Professor Hughes,”
she said, trying to hide the recent arousal in her voice. She’d heard that the
university had hired him on the spot when he’d applied. Of course it helped
that the Dean of Psychology was a two time divorcee and he was drop dead
gorgeous.
His sexy dark brown hair fell
over his even darker brown eyes as he took a seat across from her in one of the
matching leather recliners and leaned back. The muscles in his arms flexed, she
suddenly despised that shirt he was wearing, and she wanted to tear it off his
body. He was young, only a couple of years older than her, and his award
winning looks didn’t hurt either. His face was that of a god and he had the
body to match it. It was difficult to look away. The smoothness of his voice
made her want him even more. That familiar tingle between her legs told her
that she didn’t just want him, she wanted to possess him.
All the girls in her class panted
with lust whenever he was mentioned, the giggling and the retelling of every
move he made, almost made her sick. She tried to ignore them but secretly found
him as irresistible as they did. She definitely couldn’t ignore the fact that
his lectures were always completely full either. His psychology classes had
been moved from one of the smaller rooms to the lecture hall on the North side
of campus. Even with the move it was standing room only. Some students took his
classes just to watch and listen to him, even if it wasn’t part of their major.
He had a natural ability to make the normally boring subject enthralling.
He crossed one leg over his knee
at the ankle and observed her carefully. She had to fight the urge to shove her
books to the floor, strip naked, and straddle him right there. Licking her lips
in wanton desire she knew she definitely had to leave…and soon, she couldn’t be
held accountable for her actions after too long.
“Please, we’re going to be
working together for a long time. Call me Max.” His gentle smile sent shivers
down her spine. She wanted to lick those lips and scratch her nails over his
broad chest and thick thighs. She wanted to taste every inch of him with her
tongue. Stop it…
“Okay…Max,” she said, trying the
name out on her lips.
“Good. Let’s get started shall
we?”
Now?
Her
lungs ceased to function.
“I don’t have a desk for you yet
but it’s on order. It’ll be up against that wall over there…” He gestured to
the far wall opposite his desk.
I
think we could make use of that wall before then…
“…and feel free to use anything
you need in here…”
Am
I free to use you…
“I’ll get you a key tomorrow,” he
finished.
“A key?” she asked, finding it difficult
to follow what he was saying.
“Yes. I keep the door locked at
all times Miss Flynn.” His eyes darkened as he held her attention. “I hate to
be…interrupted…between office hours.”
Her eyes widened as she absorbed
the possible implication of that statement.
I’m
listening…
“By accepting this position you
and I will constantly be in touch. If you are not in class, I expect you to
either be here in the office or with me. I won’t tolerate complacency and
laziness. Understand?”
He couldn’t resist tempting her. He
could see she bristled at the implied accusation that she would ever be lazy.
He knew better, the girl was an amazing student and paid every penny of her
college tuition in cash without the assistance of financial aid, which meant
she worked hard. The slight blush of anger that crept up her neck and the glare
she shot towards him said “fuck off asshole.” He grinned in amusement. Her pale
green eyes shifted away from him but he knew he was right; she was not the kind
of quiet, demure little girl she was trying to portray. She was hiding
something behind the armament she had put up, but why?
Her simple off-white long sleeved
shirt was covered by an odd looking, pale red, sweater vest that appeared
handmade; they both were buttoned to the top button. Her pitch black slacks fit
loosely on her hips but the bright red high heels she wore practically screamed
her craving for attention. She was thin, but had curves she concealed. He
wanted, no needed, to find out what her secret was.
He’d chosen her, out of all the
applicants, to be his assistant on the research project he was heading. His
excuse to the board was that she was the only psychology major that was
qualified enough to handle the investigation and a full class load. But he knew
all to well that from the moment she had stepped into his office with her
application he wanted her. Not just in a professional way, but some unseen
force drew him to her. He had a sense about her and wasn’t about to let a
little thing like the board get in the way of that.
“But if I have a key, wouldn’t it
be possible that I would interrupt you?” she asked, feigning innocence.
“Yes Miss Flynn. That would be
the point,” he said as pulled the pencil and a small business card out of his
shirt pocket and jotted down his cell number. He handed the card to her and put
the pencil onto the table between them.
Alexis was very careful not to
touch him as she took the small card and placed it in her binder without
looking at it, he frowned at her. Although she didn’t notice. He slung a
relaxed arm over the back of the recliner and watched her as she fidgeted with
the edge of her notebook.
A touch of pink rushed to her
cheeks when she noticed he was staring and she removed her glasses. She let out
a soft groan and rubbed her face. He wondered what was going through her mind
right that second but he couldn’t bring himself to ask. He liked watching her
instead. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and then abruptly stood, shoving
her glasses onto her petite face.
“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow
then Professor…I mean Max.” She started for the door when he launched from his
seat to block her path. He stepped in front of her and she had to put a hand up
to stop herself from running into him. She found the muscles beneath that silky
shirt were thick as boards and she had to bite her tongue to keep it in her
mouth. Pulling her books closer to her chest, she bit down harder to keep a
moan of pleasure from escaping.
His breath caught in his throat
as fire raged through his chest at her touch and down to his hardening cock. He
suddenly needed more of her; he needed to be closer to her. He took a step
towards her and inhaled her female scent. His cock jerked in his pants begging
to be released.
“Miss Flynn-“
“Alexis,” she cut him off.
“Alexis,” he said slowly as if he
was trying to catch a skittish cat, “would you-”
Their lips were only inches apart.
She already knew what he was going to ask and she had to stop it. “Professor
Hughes. You don’t want to do this, trust me. I have another class to get to
right now. I will email you my class schedule and drop by for the key
tomorrow,” she said quickly.
The hard look she pegged him with
had him taking a step to the side. He wasn’t sure why he’d followed her
unspoken command to shut up and get out of the way but he nodded at her in
acceptance. Her hand remained on his chest as she pushed him back against the
metal filing cabinets that sat by the door with a heavy slam. They stood there
together, only inches apart, her eyes never leaving his. He felt himself being
drawn to her undeniable control, silently awaiting her next order. He sucked in
a breath as her hand slowly drifted down over his flat stomach, her fingertips
barely grazing the top of his belt. His skin prickled with the anticipation of
something more to come.
She let out a labored sigh and quickly
headed out the door, away from him. Her bright red high heels clapped loudly on
the tiled floor as he silently wished he could see more of that fire he’d just
glimpsed in her eyes. She rounded the corner and disappeared from his line of sight
all too quickly for his taste. Slowly, he let out the breath he hadn’t realized
was holding and tried to talk his growing erection back down to a manageable
size. Hopefully this wouldn’t become a persistent problem whenever she was
around.
He turned and closed the door. Walking
towards his chair behind the desk, he took a seat. She’d obviously known what
he was about to ask and she’d stopped him. He supposed it could have been the
whole ‘don’t fuck your professors’ thing
but he seriously doubted it. Despite the protective gear she wore, something
told him she wasn’t a stickler for the rules. The way she’d looked at him just
then only fueled his curiosity about her. She wanted him as much as he wanted
to reveal her and he was going to use it to his advantage.
“What are you hiding Miss Flynn?”
he whispered as he picked up a light brown folder and opened it up. Her
application was the first one in the stack. There was a raging inferno behind her
shield of clothing and terribly unfashionable glasses; he just needed to find
out what.
