Just for a Little While

If I’d been distracted before, it was nothing compared to having her warm brown eyes devouring me the entire class. I stumbled more than once over the syllabus and cut the class short when the questions running rampant in my brain became too much.

“Miss Colins. A word, please,” I asked when only a few students still lingered in the room. Thankfully, they were too consumed by their own world to notice mine.

“Sure. In your office?”

I didn’t miss the way she said office, and my mind flashed to her sitting on my desk, jokingly asking if she could earn her A another way.

With each step up the flight of stairs and down the hall, I took deep breaths, doing my best to ignore her behind me. Old students waved and colleagues said hi. I needed to be the beacon of professionalism despite that almost my entire focus was on keeping my erection under control.

As soon as the door closed, I asked, “What are you doing?”

She took her time, looking around my office again, cocking a brow when I made it a point to sit in my chair, hoping a desk between us would help. However, instead of sitting in the chair for students, she dragged her fingers along the desk, making her way to my side.

“Taking a class. Setting myself up for a better future, according to my parents,” she teased.

“That’s not what I meant. What are you doing in my class?”

“I thought it would be fun to take economics. It can’t hurt to have a well-rounded education.”

“Arabella…”

“Uncle Will,” she said, laughter in her taunting voice.

“Jesus Christ. Please stop calling me that.” She leaned against the edge of my desk, her long legs stretched out beside my chair, and I was useless to stop myself from taking in every inch, clenching the sides to keep from stroking her tempting flesh. Sitting tall, looking at papers on my desk, I tried for some semblance of control. “We’re already walking a fine line, Arabella. Adding a student-teacher relationship on top of everything else is unprofessional. It’s—”

“Hot.”

Her interjection pulled my attention back to her. Not that it was hard.

God, that smirk. I’d yet to watch those lips wrap around me. I’d been too busy between her thighs. She tasted like heaven and knowing I’d been the only man to eat her pussy, only made me want to do it more.

“It’s okay to admit. I know you’re all professional and serious,” she said with a scowl for effect before shifting back to a taunting smirk, her elegant fingers stroking her collar bone. “But you can admit it to me. I won’t judge you. I can make your darkest fantasies come true.”

“You couldn’t handle my darkest fantasies.”

“Try me.”

“I can’t do them here.” Part of me wanted to try. Part of me wanted to whip off my belt and paint her ass red before fucking her against my desk. But we already toed the edge of getting caught. Her delicious cries of pleasure and pain would be too loud for the school day.

“Then we’ll do those at home. But you can’t say you’ve never fantasized about using your authority—your power—to gain pleasure.”

Not exactly. Not outside of a consensual fantasy. I’d never once looked at a student in my class and thought about abusing my status. That didn’t mean I hadn’t fantasized about a faceless woman pleasuring her teacher.

My dick hardened, doing its best to escape my slacks and get to her.

I lost the battle when she brought both hands up and stroked them past the hard buds of her nipples poking against her shirt. I needed to have a conversation about her wearing a bra. Only because I didn’t want others to see what was mine.

Mine?

I jerked away from the alarming thought—out of the frying pan and into the fire.

I dove headfirst into the forbidden—the illicit. The control.

“Get on your knees.”

Her eyes blazed, widening like a kid in a candy shop. Without hesitation, she whipped off her shirt, exposing the creamy, pale breasts I’d grown to love, and fell to her knees. She rested her hands on my legs, inching her way between my thighs.

“Sit back. If anyone comes in, I don’t want them to know I’ve got my fat cock down my student’s throat.”

“Yes, Dr. Deander.”

So fucking wrong, and yet, as she adjusted, I unfastened my pants and pulled my hard length free, painting her lips with the leaking precum. Her tongue chased the head, tasting me.

“Now, take that sassy mouth of yours, wrap it around my cock, and make me come.”

Her soft hand gripped my shaft and squeezed at the same time as her tongue flicked out to slip between the slit. I clenched my jaw, keeping my moan under control.

I almost lost it when everything I wanted became a reality, and her perfect, arrogant mouth wrapped around my dick and slid down, pulling back up, leaving a wet sheen behind.