Professor Daddy (Dark Daddies 5)

“I bet you would.” He kisses me again. “But I have office hours.” I watch him walk over and gather his stuff. “Don’t spend all day in here, okay?”

“Okay.”

I watch him leave, and once he’s gone, I smile to myself.

Telling me that my code is beautiful is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I know it’s silly, but it’s the truth.

I want him to want me, physically and mentally.

I need it, actually. More than I knew.

Now, though, I feel like something clicked into place. I feel like there’s a chance that what’s happening with Jason is real, not some fantasy, not some lust-fueled intoxication.

But real, a real thing, a deep thing.

Something that’s going to last.14JasonI can feel Clara’s eyes on me during the next classroom lecture. Like always, I try and pretend like she’s just another student, but this time…

It feels particularly hard. I don’t know what it is.

Probably the memory of her nice, tight ass wrapped around my cock. Or maybe her moans, or maybe the way she got down on her knees and let me blindfold her so willingly.

She blinks and smiles. I let my eyes linger for a moment, whatever I was saying lost completely to the wind.

I clear my throat. “Anyway, as I was saying…”

I really need to avoid her gaze. Even the slightest hesitation could give us away.

Class goes fine after that. The normal rush of students wanting to ask questions takes up most of my time at the end, and as I’m finally leaving the classroom, I find Clara waiting for me in the hallway.

I hesitate a second. “Miss Nelson,” I say.

“Professor.” She smiles this bright little teasing smile. I can practically hear the word Daddy on her lips. “I was hoping I could ask you something?”

“Of course. Walk with me.”

We head down the hallway, students bustling all around us. There’s nothing odd about a professor walking with a student and having a conversation, but I still can’t help but wonder and worry.

The only people that know about our relationship are all very rich men now. As I suspected, all of them were very willing to stay quiet after I offered them a stupid amount of money.

You have to love academics. They give up their lives for their pursuits, which typically don’t pay all that much money. So when you need something, all it takes is a checkbook to suddenly make them look the other way.

If this were the business world, I’d have to give up much more than just cash.

But fortunately, they were very amenable, and now they’re very wealthy men.

Which means there’s nobody else around that has any idea what I’ve been doing with Clara Nelson.

“I was wondering if you’d like to see where I live,” she says softly to me.

I glance at her, frowning a little. “Were you?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Don’t you have a roommate?”

She shrugs. “Mac is okay.”

I hesitate a second. “I don’t know. It’s dangerous.”

“It’s very dangerous,” she agrees. “Are you afraid?”

I laugh softly. “Don’t try and goad me into something.”

“Why not? You can just bribe whoever catches us.”

I laugh again despite myself. “I thought you were against that.”

“I am. But I might as well embrace it.”

“Good. You’re learning.”

“Being with a billionaire has perks, I guess.”

I grin at her as we step out of the building. The flow of students is heading in one direction, but I turn down a side path, away from the crowds. Clara follows closely, maybe a little too closely.

We step around some bushes and I suddenly step toward her, pushing her back into a little alcove. It’s a service entry for the dining hall, and nobody comes back here.

We’re covered by bushes on one side and a large dumpster on the other. She looks up at me, surprised, eyes wide.

“You think I’m worried about a little danger?” I ask her softly. “I told you, risk is what makes this worth it.”

She bites her lip. “I recall someone saying something like that.”

I kiss her softly. She gives herself to me, the way she always does when we kiss. It drives me wild, how she leans closer, body pressing nearer, lips parted, tongue against my tongue. It’s like she kisses with her whole body.

“If you want me to see your place, I’ll see it,” I say softly. “Tonight?”

“Tonight,” she agrees. “I’ll text you the address.”

“Good.” I kiss her again. “What do you think would happen if a bunch of people caught us right now?”

“You’d shower them in cash and our problem would disappear.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “I think you overestimate me.”

“I don’t think so. You’d find a way.” She kisses me and slips past. “See you later, Professor Daddy.”

I grin as she walks away, lingering in that little private space. I can still feel her tongue against mine, her lips against mine. Buzzing runs down my spine.