“You’ll have to take the class again next semester, I’m afraid.”
I glance around behind me. All the students have left. It’s the last class in this hall for the day, I checked. I turn back to Kate.
“I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
“You should have considered that before now. Your performance in my class was inadequate.”
I’m fighting back a smile as I walk around the desk, invading her space, nearly towering over her.
“Please, Professor Morley, I promise this isn’t a reflection of my adequacy,” I say, pulling at the white bow around her neck.
She looks so fucking hot. The sheer white top she’s wearing with a bow around the collar and the prim, tight black skirt that cinches at her waist.
“Like I said, there’s nothing you can do, Mr. Carlson.”
I use the desk for leverage as I get down on my knees. Kate looks at me with a shocked expression, her gaze shifting over the doors of her classroom.
“This is inappropriate,” she says.
My hands go to her pantyhose-covered legs, shifting over her tight black skirt.
“I told you I was willing to do anything. I can prove to you that my performance is far from inadequate,” I say, rubbing my face against her skirt-covered lap.
“I’m not sure how falling onto your knees is going to get you a better grade,” she says, as I shift her skirt up her thighs.
“Then let me show you. I’ll do anything, professor. Let my mouth make up for my grades. Let me show you how good I can be.”
“Fuck,” she hisses, her eyes closing softly, before she blinks a few times, staring at the entrance of her lecture hall. “Ben. We can’t do this here,” she says, fisting my hair, breaking character.
I expected as much. As sexual as Kate is, she’s still a professional. Anyone could walk into this hall and catch us. Not that I’d care if I got caught with my mouth devouring her, but she would, and I’d never want to jeopardize her career.
“Then come with me somewhere instead?” I say, my hands still rubbing along her thighs.
She runs her hand through my hair, looking at me like she misses me and feels conflicted about it.
“Where?”
I knead her thighs, wishing she was sliding those tights down her legs and holding my head between her thighs. She seems withdrawn and I hate it.
Why can’t I figure out how to navigate this?
“I think we should tick that item off your list tonight,” I say, instead of saying,“hey, so I think I’m in love with you, and trust you, so let’s try this new thing.”
Her nails drag along my scalp. It’s soothing, and I missed it.
“I thought we were going to talk about it tonight?” she says, smirking.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about it and neither have you, have you? I want it bad, don’t you?”
She takes a deep breath before nodding. “Yeah, I do.”
“Then let’s go,” I say, standing to my full height and holding out my hand.
She seems so reluctant, but packs up her things. I carry her bag for her as we leave her lecture hall and walk across campus to the parking lot.
“I’ll text you the address. You can meet me there,” I tell her.
Kate arches a dark eyebrow at me, but doesn’t fight it as she gets into her vehicle and I walk to mine, dropping her the pin.
