“Arwen.” He groans, ripping my shirt open, buttons flying off.
I gasp out, grinding my core against him as he sucks my nipple into his mouth and nibbles at it between his teeth.
His talented fingers are stroking and massaging the other one. Warmth is pooling deep in my belly, and my body is tingling. This is like nothing I’ve experienced before. Even with Ryker. My body feels like it’s glowing.
A knock sounds at the door, interrupting my moment.
… “Excuse me, Professor Gabriel? Are you in there?” A woman’s voice comes from the door, followed by a knock. All the glorious sensations rush out of me and fill me with panic.
He immediately jerks up to attention. “Shit, she’s early.” He whispers, running his fingers through his hair trying to tame it and shakes his head like he’s waking up from a trance.
He looks at my shirt and tries frantically to get it to cover me, but the buttons are all over the floor.
“Fuck! She can’t see you like this. One moment, Vanessa,” he yells out.
“Wait—who’s Vanessa?” I blurt, hopping off the desk before I can talk myself down, heat prickling my cheeks.
“Vanessa Kingly, a senior student, and she’s here for an appointment relating to her studies like a normal person,” he says through his teeth, stressed and annoyed by the situation.
“Well, can’t you just reschedule?”
“No, I can’t just reschedule. I’m supposed to proof her thesis paper, and senior thesis papers are due tomorrow. If I don’t proofread it, she’ll have to note that when she hands it into the Dean.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, throat tight, as hot tears sting the back of my eyes. The drinks, the lust, everything twisting my nerves into a frayed knot. I was so close… and now it’s all fucked. He’ll have to turn me in. Or lose his job.
Either way, I’m toast. I can already hear them—whispers slicing through the halls: the sinless slut who tried to fuck the teacher.
“Get under my desk,” he blurts.
“What?!”
“Shhhhh... be quiet,” he growls in a hushed tone.
“Hide under my desk. I’m just proofing her thesis. It will be quick. We can get her out of here, and then you can sneak out before anyone sees you.”
“…but—”
“Get under there!” He directs me down, and his tone leaves no room for argument. Our plans are falling apart.
I drop to my knees under the desk, pressing my hand over my mouth to stifle the nervous rasp of my breathing. I hate feeling this small. Wicked universe.
“Vanessa, come in,” he says in a friendly way, as I hear the door open.
“Thanks, Professor. Sorry for being a little early. I guess I was just eager to see you again, you know... to see what you think of my thesis?” She gives a flirty giggle.
I momentarily want to vomit, then question if that’s how pathetic I sounded walking in.
“Oh, it’s no problem. I was just on the phone with my mother. It’s hard to get her to stop talking sometimes.”
He’s being so friendly and nice to her. Why doesn’t he talk to me like that? I thought his voice only came in growly and grouchy.
He pulls back his chair and doesn’t even look down at me. Then he sits and….
Yep - I’m up close and personal with his crotch, in a very nonsexual manner. Nope, this is not going according to plan at all.
I hear papers shuffling above my head as they drone on about Vanessa’s thesis.
“Wow, I never realized how big your hands are, Professor. We sit so far from you in class, but seeing them on my paper... is that normal for a Sloth, or are you just well-endowed?” Vanessa asks.
