I sit up quickly and crawl over to her. I want to help her up, but I’m not sure if that might make things worse. I hover awkwardly over her for a minute before asking, “Are you alright? What can I do?”
At the sound of my voice, her eyes pop open, and she stares at me in shock.
“Ms. Tanner?” I try again.
“Oh, I—” she begins, then winces as she tries to sit herself up.
I quickly grab her elbows and help her up to a sitting position. She offers me a small smile before wincing again.
“I think I twisted my ankle when I fell,” she says. “Can you help me with my crutches?”
I grab the crutches for her, but she has trouble getting to a standing position with them, and I see there isn’t another option. I’ll have to pick her up myself.
“May I?” I ask, gesturing in a way I hope she understands.
“Um, okay,” she says.
I crouch down and slide one arm around her waist and the other behind her knees. She’s so small, it’s barely any effort at all to lift her. I do my best to ignore how good her small body feels pressed against mine and the sweet smell of her shampoo as I tilt her until she’s balancing on her good foot, then hold her arm as I pass her crutches to her. Once she’s steady, I take a step back.
She’s breathing heavily, but I’m not sure if that’s due to my proximity or the adrenaline rush of being knocked over. Her dilated pupils suggest it might be the former, and the thought has my cock twitching. My situation is only made worse when I notice how sheer her top is now that it’s soaked with coffee. I cough roughly and look away quickly.
“Um, do you have a sweater or something you could put on?” I ask her.
“No, it’s warm outside. Why?” she responds, then blushes furiously when she looks down at herself. She tries to cross her arms over her chest, but is hampered by her crutches. She looks up at me with an expression close to panic.
“Here,” I say, pulling off my suit jacket and helping her into it. “Take this and follow me back to my office. I have an extra shirt you can borrow.”
“I can’t do that,” she protests.
“It’s fine. It’s the least I can do since you’re wearing my coffee,” I say, then unwilling to hear any more arguments, I grab her backpack and turn toward the building that houses the math department. Cara squeaks in protest, but with no other option, she follows. Her movements are even slower than they were this morning, and I wince thinking how badly her ankle must hurt.
When we arrive at my office, I have her sit down in my desk chair while I get out a first aid kit. I find the instant ice pack I’m looking for and a packet of Advil. I prep the ice pack, then pass it and the pain reliever to Cara. She takes both with a grateful smile. While she tends to her ankle, I go to my gym bag and pull out a clean t-shirt. I hand that to her as well.
“I’ll step out for a minute so you can get changed,” I say, doing my best to keep my eyes from roaming her tight body before stepping into the hallway.
As soon as I’ve closed the door behind me, I press my forehead to the wall. I take several deep breaths in a bid to get my body under control. Ms. Tanner is astudentand at least fifteen years my junior. I cannot be reacting to her this way.
“I’m ready,” she calls, and I re-enter my office, only to stop dead in my tracks when I see her in my t-shirt.
A wave of possessiveness crashes through my body, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from crossing the room and pulling her into my arms. No woman has ever made me feel this way before.
She must see some evidence of what I’m feeling in my expression because her eyes grow wide, and she blushes deeply. Setting the ice pack aside, Cara picks up her crutches and stands.
“Thank you for your help,” she says.
“It was the least I could do since I crashed into you. I’m sorry about that. Is your ankle alright?”
“Yes, I think I just twisted it. The ice helped.”
Looking into her eyes, I feel several emotions battling within me. I’m concerned that I’ve hurt her worse than she’s letting on, still angry and frustrated that I think she cheated on the test, and despite my better judgement, aroused by her proximity and her beauty. I rake my gaze over her body, pausing at her full lips, then raising it to meet her wide, nervous eyes.
I take a few steps closer to her, crowding her against the desk.
“Ms. Tanner,” I say in a low, quiet voice that’s almost a whisper, “Do you want to tell me how you managed to improve your test score so quickly?”
Her eyes go impossibly wider, but instead of saying anything, she reaches up and pulls me to her, crashing her lips against mine. Her lips are as soft as I imagined they would be, and she’s as eager as I hoped. She may have initiated the kiss, but I quickly take control.
I pull her close to me, and she gasps when she feels my hard cock grind against her. I use the opportunity to slide my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue tangles with mine, and I slide my hand up her waist to brush her breasts with my thumbs. Her soft whimper makes my cock throb, and I’m desperate to hear what other sounds she’ll make. I want her like I haven’t wanted anyone else before…
