She’s sinking back into the leather couch, a look of pure bliss on her face, and I pull my fingers out from underneath her skirt and lick them lightly.
Ambrosia.
As we pull back, we stare into one another as the reality of what we’ve just done starts sinking in. “Well, this creates a problem,” I state the obvious, and she purses her lips in a worried expression. But then her faces open up into an easy smile.
“It does,” she whispers, but then leans into me and brushes her lips against mine. She nibbles at my lower lip and, placing her hand on my knee, she starts sliding it up to my crotch. She’s out of control. And, fuck it, so am I.
I slide my hand under her dress and run it until my fingertips are against her inner thighs.
Good Lord, I can’t get enough.
“We can’t,” she tells me, panting. By the look on her face, she went against all that her body wants just to stop me. But she’s right. We really shouldn’t be doing this.
“I know. This might create a conflict of interest with your application,” I start, taking a deep breath and reaching for the whisky.
“And you could lose your job…” Yeah, there’s that too. The board of directors doesn’t really like it when professors get involved with their students. I can’t really blame them, although that policy annoys me to no end right now.
“Yeah, fuck,” I breathe out. “We didn’t think about that…you know, before?”
“I know,” she whispers, leaning back against her seat. “This is frustrating, but I don’t think we should be doing anything else tonight.” Tonight? What does she mean tonight? Go on, Christine. “Let’s do something. I… I…” she starts to stammer but then takes a sip out of her margarita and takes a deep breath. “I want to be with you, and I trust that you won’t allow anything that happens between us to sway your decision. Because this, the kiss and what I feel, has nothing to do with the applications. I just…. Needed to do it.” She takes another sip out of her margarita and then continues. “So, if you trust me… If you can believe what I’m saying, that I can keep things separated… Wear black tomorrow, and I’ll know.”
“You have a deal, Christine,” I tell her with a smile, nodding and mentally looking through my wardrobe for black clothes. “But I also want you to do something for me. I want you to come into this fully knowing what you’re getting into. If you are okay with the fact that I’m into you… And if you know that I don’t want you because you’re younger than me or because you’re my student… Then I also want you to wear black. That way we’ll both know.”
“Deal,” she beams at me, and offers me her hand. I grab it, her small fingers against the palm of her hand, and shake it.
Fuck, what am I getting into?
190
Cellular One Wireless
Anders: This is Anders. After our discussion tonight, I just want to make it clear that I can choose based on qualifications alone. Whether or not I want to fuck you senseless, I can make the best choi
ce for NYU and the UN for this program.
Christine: You want to fuck me senseless?
Anders: I want to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.
Christine: Ohhhhh…
Anders: Have you ever been tied up and spanked like a bad girl like you deserves? After all, any woman who is willing to have me make her cum in the middle of a busy restaurant obviously deserves to be spanked until her ass matches her cherry red lips.
Christine: No, I’ve never been spanked.
Anders: You will be, soon.
Christine: Ohhhhhh…
Anders: Tomorrow, I will wear all black to class to show you my commitment to keeping our sex relationship and our school relationship separate. Tomorrow night, I will show you my commitment to fucking you until your eyes cross. Tonight, you think. If you think you too can keep our school relationship on a professional level, wear all black. I’ll know when I see you walk into class.
Christine: Okay. I’ll think about it.
Anders: Goodnight, my little fucktoy.
Christine: Goodnight, my sexy professor.
191