I groaned and reached down to find her clit. Come right now. Come with me.
"Yes!" she moaned.
I stroked her clit possessively and felt her starting to come. Her pussy clenched around me. Over and over. Fuck! I broke, my dick pulsing. I dug my fingertips into her hips as her whole body shuddered. Fuck yes. I kept thrusting in and out of her. Slower. "Mmmmm.”
I blinked. I didn’t even realize that noise had come out of my own throat.
I stared down at Penny’s naked back. That was it. All of my fantasies culminating in one mind-blowing orgasm. I sighed. Now it was over. It had to be. I pulled out and gently turned her over. I should have started to get dressed, but instead I just stared down at her. Slender waist, curvy hips, perfect tits. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t press them against hers again. Now you have to stop. I ran my hand through my hair where her fingers had been earlier. It felt better when she did it. You have to stop.
I took a deep breath. We were a one-time thing. And we were done. "Penny."
"Professor Hunter." Her chest rose and fell with each breath. She was staring at me like she always did, with lust in her eyes. That’s all it was. And lust wasn’t lasting.
I pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash. I needed to get out of this office. I needed to walk away. I looked around for my shirt.
“I like being punished," she said.
Fuck me. "I like punishing you." I wasn’t going to lie to her. She was fucking amazing. I pulled my jeans back in place and buttoned my shirt. I focused on rolling up my sleeves instead of looking at her. I didn’t want it to end. But it was already over. The sooner I left, the better. I glanced at my sweater. It was too hot for it. Too hot in here. I needed to walk away.
"I have a class that I must get to or I'd be tempted to have you again." I couldn’t have her again. I knew that. We were done before we ever started. I lifted my satchel over my shoulder. A quick exit was my best move here. Squash whatever it was she was thinking this could be. Because she was thinking she wanted more…it was written all over her beautiful face. "By the way, you gave a fair argument. I'll reconsider your grade." End of negotiations. It was just like any other business deal I’d made in the past. Unpersonal. We’d exchanged something we both wanted. A better grade. Her body. It was done. Now I’d be able to move on.
But I found my eyes lingering on her exposed breasts. So perfect. It was a shame that I’d never get to see them again. Hold them in my hands. Suck on her nipples. Cum all over them. I found myself getting hard all over again. What the fuck.
Breathe. “Please lock the door when you leave." I let my eyes linger on her body for one more moment, soaking in every inch of her. Locking the image away for a rainy day. And then I walked out of my office and closed the door behind me.
A one-time thing. How many times had I told myself that before? My thoughts should have shifted to my next class. But all I could think about was how I’d left her naked and alone in my office. And the fact that my craving for her wasn’t satiated in the least. One taste of her and suddenly I was starving.
PART 2
Chapter 18
Monday
When I came back to my office after class, it looked like a tornado had just swept through it. Papers were scattered all over, some soaked in the coffee that had spilled on the floor. A broken vase lay on the ground in fragments. Just this once. So why did a part of me wish she’d been waiting here, naked, for me to come back?
I took a deep breath as I started to clean up the mess we’d made. Her scent was everywhere, driving me insane. Just this once. She’d agreed to it. We were on the same page. But looking at the desk, thinking of what we’d done, made me want her all over again.
I collapsed in my chair after my office looked presentable again. And that’s when I saw her note.
Professor Hunter,
Thank you for listening to my argument. But I don't think I've learned my lesson. You might need to show me that again.
P.S. I borrowed your sweater.
I ran my thumb along the words. I could show her again and again and again. My dick stirred at the thought. But that wasn’t going to happen. Just because I’d given in to the temptation didn’t mean I wasn’t in control of the situation. And now it was time to move on. Just this once. I wouldn’t be tempted again.
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I stared at my whiteboard that had been blank yesterday. Now it was filled with ideas. Too many possibilities to bring to fruition. It was like a switch had gone off in my mind. I was able to think clearer. I was able to breathe easier, no yoga necessary.
It was because of Penny. I wished it wasn’t. But she was the only thing in my life that had changed. Maybe she was my muse. I folded my arms across my chest as I stared at the board. My muse? It was a ridiculous thought. And yet…I’d been more productive tonight than I had been since moving to Delaware. I continued to stare at the whiteboard without focusing on any one idea. There were several things that I could run with. Distractions that I clearly needed since my mind kept wandering back to Penny naked on my desk.
But I didn’t want to be distracted. Clearly. Or the scene of her beneath me wouldn’t be running through my mind on repeat. And I wouldn’t be dying to repeat what we’d done. I mean…Penny and I had gotten away with sneaking around once. We could do it again…
I squinted my eyes at the board. Her letter indicated that she didn’t want it to be a one-time thing. Did I? Really? It wasn’t a question I needed to ask myself. I already knew the answer was no. But it didn’t matter what I wanted. We were done. Over. That was the beginning and the end of it.
Dr. Clark’s advice popped into my head. He’d said I deserved something good. Penny was everything good. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and clicked on my thread of messages with Penny. She was graduating in the spring. It wasn’t like she’d be off-limits for long. We could sneak around for two semesters. We could…
What are you thinking?
But that was the problem. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I felt more like myself tonight than I had in ages. I felt…good. And good things attracted good things, according to Dr. Clark. My own therapist encouraged me to date Penny.
I ignored the fact that Dr. Clark didn’t know Penny was a student and typed out a message. "I see that you've taken another one of my sweaters." Breathe. I stared at the text. Fuck breathing when I could be breathing in the smell of Penny’s skin instead. I pressed send before I could change my mind. I could picture Penny curled up in bed wearing my sweater. Her cheeks still flushed from earlier. Maybe she couldn’t focus on her work either because all she wanted to do was talk to me.
I wanted to reprimand myself. But I didn’t have the energy or patience to pretend I wasn’t going to pursue her. I’d lost all reason as soon as I sent the text. No, I’d lost all reason when I decided to fuck her. Of course once wouldn’t be enough. Since when had once ever been enough for me?
Her text came a minute later: “I was a bit chilly after you left me naked and alone in your office, Professor Hunter.”
I wanted her naked in my office all the time. "I apologize for my abrupt departure. But you barged into my office at a rather inconvenient time." Messing up my plans. I smiled at the thought. I wouldn’t have changed a thing, though. My routine was rigid and boring. She brought spontaneity into my life. Hell, she brought life into my life.