Professor

I bit my lip, the pain and sting not even enough to bring me back to the present. I was floating high above and never wanted to touch ground again.

Lucian slowly started to penetrate me with that finger, not very deep, but enough that the unusual sensation, discomfort, and spark of pleasure was almost my undoing.

“So tight. So wet.” He closed his eyes. “So fucking hot.”

A groan left me, and I bit my lip hard enough I tasted the coppery tang of blood on my tongue. I let go of my flesh at the same time he looked down at my mouth.

And then he was smoothing his tongue along the small wound I’d created, pulling a moan from me that was equal parts shock and ecstasy.

I wouldn’t last, couldn’t hold off from going over the edge. I didn’t want to. Wanted to fall over the edge and hit the bottom. I didn’t want to be whole, not where Lucian was concerned.

As he pumped that finger in and out of me, he ran the pad of that digit over the bundle of nerves, working his hand in tandem to get me off. My head was leaning against the wall, my eyes closed. I couldn’t open them, couldn’t look at him even though I wanted to. I wanted to see what he looked like as he got me off.

And then I felt his mouth latch on to my neck, his tongue smoothing over my pulse. The gruff sounds that came from him spurred me on, had me finding my release faster than what I thought possible.

“I need you to come for me, Grace. I want you to get off all over my hand.” His words were harsh. “I want my fingers soaked from your orgasm.”

“Oh. God.” I tried to be quiet, didn’t want anyone to hear us. But it was almost impossible with the way I felt, with the way Lucian made me feel.

“Now, Grace. Come for me now.”

I curled my fingers into my palms, thrust out my chest, and moaned. The pleasure shot through me so intensely it stole my breath, had my heart stopping in my chest, and had my legs shaking. All I could do was ride it out.

And that’s what I did. For long-drawn-out seconds I let myself be consumed by the ecstasy. Never once did Lucian stop touching me. He took me to new heights I’d never imagined myself going to.

As the pleasure started to dim and reality set back in, I realized I was gripping his biceps, my fingers curled around his arms, my nails digging into his flesh. I was panting, the sound so loud it filled the room.

“Look at me, Grace,” Lucian said in that deep, authoritative voice of his.

I opened my eyes and forced myself to look at him, feeling light-headed, euphoric. He stared at me for only a second before he curled his hand around my nape, leaned in, and pressed his mouth to mine.

He kissed me slowly at first, passionately. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on tight. He stepped closer to me, and I felt the hard outline of his cock through his slacks. A rush of wetness spilled from me.

I was ready for him, primed.

I slipped my tongue between his lips and moaned, and as the kiss became even more passionate, as Lucian ground his cock against my belly, I knew that if I let myself, if we both let ourselves go right in this moment, he’d consume me over and over again.

And I’d let him because I desperately wanted all of it.

And then the sound of three knocks on his office door had my entire body freezing, and my heart stopping. I broke the kiss and looked toward the door, staring at the handle and expecting it to turn, expecting someone just to storm right in, demand to know what we were doing.

Lucian still had his hands on me, still kept me close. I looked at him and saw how composed he was, no worry etched into his face, no concern radiating from him.

He lifted his hand and cupped the side of my face, smoothing his thumb along my lip, gently pulling the flesh down and letting it go so it went back into place.

“Professor Goode? I have those files you requested.”

I knew that voice, knew who stood on the other side of the door. It was his TA, Ashley.

Fear and concern at being caught and Lucian getting in trouble coursed through me. But as I stared into Lucian’s dark eyes, his calmness further eased me. He leaned in and kissed me softly. This kiss wasn’t sexual. It was a mark of ownership.

He pulled back and took my hand, leading me over to one of the chairs and gently sitting me down. I watched, my arousal rising once again, as he adjusted his erection behind his fly and went back to sit behind his desk.