“What are you doing here?”
“This.” He holds up the test and with a hundred and ten percent circled in red marker. Shit. A perfect score. I gave myself away.
Since my sister isn’t here, I’m assuming my cover isn’t blown. Get a hold of yourself and pretend to be Alexa. “You came here to congratulate me on finally passing? That’s so sweet.” I tilt my head and toss him a smile before giving him a wink then reach for it, but he moves it, and my hand accidentally paws at his obviously hard cock. Wow, I mouth.
“Nice try. Are you going to answer me, or am I going to the dean about cheating?” My eyes widen like a deer in headlights. I stand up, pretending I’m not intimidated, straightening my shoulders, and tipping my chin up at him. I should be scared, calling the police, but my mind is focused only on the fact that he found me out.
“I didn’t cheat. I studied for hours.” I point to the book and notes still on the coffee table.
“Cute, you may have, but then again, you’re not Alexa, are you?”
“I’m Alexa,” I argue, pouting up at him.
He taps my nose, smirking at me with those golden eyes and perfectly sized lips. This man must have been chiseled from my imagination or something because everything about him appeals to me. I bite my lip, staring at his thick neck and broad shoulders. “You’re not winning an Academy Award with that performance, Alyssa.”
My eyes shoot back to his, and my voice squeaks. “Um…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Damn, I’m a terrible liar, and by the look in his eyes, he doesn’t buy anything I’m trying to sell.
He inches closer, completely crowding my space. My heart pounds against my sternum like a damn drum solo. “Come on now. You two may look similar, but you’re like Fluttershy, and she’s Rainbow Dash.”
I instantly relax and let out a giggle so ridiculous that I snort. “Did you make a My Little Pony reference?”
He blushes. My laugh stops because he looks even sexier than before. “I have a niece who loves it. I’ve watched too many episodes while babysitting. So stop trying to distract me. Tell me the truth.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sets the test down and, with lightning speed, grips my hair, pulling my head back to look up at him. Moving us backward, he kneels one leg on the sofa, trapping me underneath him.
Again, no fear. At least not that way. I don’t want Alexa to get in trouble, but my body doesn’t care because I need more of his touch. “I know you’re lying to me. It’s not a smart thing for my intelligent woman to do.”
“I’m not yours,” I challenge him, testing, teasing the professor. I use my palms to push myself up a little, so I’m almost sitting up, but he runs his fingers down my cheek and my arms shake, weakening.
“Another lie,” he whispers on my lips. I’m shaking, heart pounding, pussy throbbing so painfully that I let out a little whimper. His mouth brushes mine, briefly, leaving me aching for more. “You’re mine.”
“It’s unethical for you to date your students,” I say, skimming my hand under his T-shirt.
He lays me down, sprawling his hand out and down my stomach and into my shorts. I should be embarrassed that I’m letting my sister’s professor play with my pussy. “You’re not my student, but if you want to keep playing that game, I can bend you over the sofa and spank your ass for cheating and teach you a lesson.”
“Oh my,” I moan when he pushes his thumb against my clit.
“So beautiful. Are you ready to tell me the truth?”
“I can’t.”
He pulls his hand away from my pussy. I think he’s going to stop completely, but instead, he yanks down my shorts and panties. I let him partly because I want it, and partly because I’m shocked by my inability to say no.
“Fuck. Such a pretty little cunt, just for me.” His fingers slip between my closed thighs, gliding over my seam where I gush just a little more. He brings his wet fingers to his lips and sucks my flavor off them. A moan comes from his lips. “I’m going to eat your pussy because I know you want to come, don’t you, Alyssa?”
“Yes,” I answer to my name. “Shit.”
“It’s okay. I won’t tell if you won’t.” He crushes my mouth with his, sliding his hand into my hair again, and deepening our kiss while picking me up. “Bedroom.”
“That one.” I point without hesitation because there’s no denying it. I’ve found my weakness—this man. Hell, I don’t even know his name.
“It’s Bennet. Bennet Strong.” Oh hell, I said that out loud.
“Ben,” I moan as he leans on top of me.