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  Who was he becoming?

  After he’d bugged her car, he could hear her talking anytime he wanted to now. She would talk on her phone to her friends, while she drove around town. As a result of the planted bug, he knew about the party she would be attending, days before. She was talking to her best friend, Sherry, on speaker-phone while driving last week.

  So on the night of the party, he knew that she was on her way to town, to see her friends. He knew she was in route because of the tracking device, he’d planted on her car. But as she drove into town, she had no clue that he was right behind her, following at a distance. He wanted her safe, he needed her to be safe, but that’s not all that he wanted. He wanted so much more; he wanted to protect her, to love her, and cherish her. She meant more to him than any other woman he’d been with in his entire life. He knew very early that he’d never meet anyone else like her again, within that first year of meeting her, actually.

  The more time they spent together being professor and student, the more he found himself falling for her. He loved everything about her, everything he could see, and everything he couldn’t wait to see. He knew his feeling wouldn’t change for her, he’d come to that conclusion a very long time ago. By the second year of her being his student, he knew he was madly in love with her. He only wished she would catch up to him, and soon.

  So after he’d heard the voicemail she’d left for Sherry, while outside the party at her old house. When she’d stated that she was staying in town tonight, and most likely at the Marriott, he was elated. This was his chance. To not only see her again, but to also let her know how much she meant to him, in some way that wouldn’t scare her off.

  There was no chance that he would miss this opportunity that had presented itself. But if he didn’t make it in time, he wouldn’t be able to get everything ready. He knew he only had a limited window to react, and he needed to hurry.

  ***

  He honestly didn’t think he would get there in time, because she was already leaving the house party. But he drove like a mad-man to get there before her, and luckily he did. He’d made it to the Marriott, and set things up to look as if he’d already been staying there.

  Courtesy of their overly helpful concierge and the thousand dollar tip, he’d split between that same concierge, and the flirtatious receptionist. He never spared any expense when it came to Jessica, and that would never change.

  Everything went smoothly at the reception desk when Jessica had arrived, a little too smoothly, as if it was all real. The staged package for his room, which was suggested by the concierge, was a very nice touch. The envelope he was handed only held his room key, after she’d reserved her room, putting them on the same floor, as planned.

  After giving the receptionist a slight nod, they proceeded to the lounge. That innocent nod of the head was anything, but innocent. It confirmed what she was supposed to ensure happened next, while they listened to the jazz band in the lounge. Given the urgency of things, he was very impressed that they were able to pull this off. They were a bit skeptical at first, but he had no time to waste.

  He’d explained to them that he and his girlfriend were role playing, and he was her “professor” for the night. Which was the first thing that popped up in his head. Surprisingly, after hearing that bogus explanation, they obliged to help him. Now it was his turn to bring it home, and he intended to do just that. He watched her finish her first glass of champagne, and then her second, and he wondered if she was already hammered.

  She said she didn’t drink too often and that she needed one tonight, and maybe she did. Once the food came, they both ate a little from each plate, as if they normally did this together all the time. He was pleasantly surprised at her ability to eat in front of him. Most women were scared to death to eat in front of a man, but not Jessica Moore. He watched her out the corner of his eye, as she began to move her body, to the sweet sounding music.

  He knew he would ask her to dance later, if she wasn’t too tipsy. The band was now taking a short break, while they talked. He didn’t realize how much time had passed, because he was having such a good time with her. He really didn’t want the night to end. Thomas was a man who was as committed and devoted to Jessica, as if they were a couple already. She was so titillating to him, from the very moment he first met her, three years ago in his orientation.

  She was the only student to ask him questions on that first day, and they were very good questions at that. Her inquisitive mind and audacious and fearless demeanor in academia were very appealing to him, not to mention her breathtaking beauty. He knew almost immediately that he liked her, very much.

  His interest in her began to bloom, and the more time they spent together, it intensified even more. But regardless of how he felt, he knew he had to wait until both of them were no longer bound by the laws of the University.

  He needed to protect not only himself, but her future as well, and he did. But as the years passed, he couldn’t stop thinking about the possibilities. The possibilities of them being more than what they were, and he desperately wanted to explore those options for the two of them. Those thoughts always sat dormant in the back of his mind, causing him to become frustrated and overeager to get closer, to her.

  He always wondered if he would actually have the chance to be with her after she graduated, and it was happening right now, in this very moment. This was his chance to do something he’d often dreamed about doing with her, for years. To just enjoy a consensual night out, with a little dinner and maybe some dancing. Away from everyone and without the pressure of the university’s fraternizing policies, or the demands of her other classes hanging over either of their heads.

  He really didn’t need to wander too far into his head right now, but it was a slippery slope with the way she looked tonight. He couldn’t stop looking at her, wanting, needing, craving to just, touch her. Everything he wanted was sitting right next to him, looking at him in a way that took his breath away. But he was very distracted while with her, and tense.

  He was terrified that he would somehow scare her off, and had to make sure that didn’t happen, so he proceeded with caution. She had no idea of the power she held over him, and his body. The proof of that power continued to twitch between his legs, proving to be harder than he’d ever imagined it could be. He knew how crazy things had become, regarding his feelings for her, but he didn’t know if it made any sense at all. Was it really possible to be in a relationship with someone, without them knowing about it?

  Who had he become?

  She was the only woman to get him so turned on that he couldn’t think straight, or could barely concentrate on anything else. If she only knew, the true power she held over the man sitting next to her. His mind, body and soul were all focused on her, only her. At times he even had trouble breathing while they sat side by side.

  She was so close to him, too close. He could actually reach out and touch her… kiss her… take her. He was having a very hard time with the fact that with each intake of breath, he could actually smell more of the one he craved, desperately. She smelled so damned good to him, so sweet and innocent, and it took all of his self-control to not react. Her fragrance was so intoxicating, her presence was all-consuming, making his hunger for her take him to place of no return.

  The man was going crazy, his mind continued to race as he could already envision tasting her. He didn’t know how much more he could take, he was so close to snapping. He couldn’t wait anymore, he needed her. He would had devoured her on the table before them, not giving a damn who saw. Once she’d asked him to dance, he cleared his throat and quickly readjusted himself and escorted her to dance floor.

  He had never been so anxious before, as if to pass out. But as they made their way to the dance floor, his heart was thundering so hard he’d thought he might. A few songs later and he was in another realm, as her hands tightened around his neck. This was so much more than he could handle right now, but it was all that he longed for.

 
An intimate touch, a merging of their bodies… her gaze fixed on his as he held her close. He found himself grasping her waist even closer to him, pressing himself into her as she trembled against him.

  He needed her to feel what she does to him, and once a soft moan escaped her, he knew the game was over. She wanted him. He didn’t waist another second as he pulled her off the dance floor, and towards he elevators. While one thing continued to plague his mind. Would she actually say yes to a night with him… and a lifetime?

  Chapter 10

  As the door slammed shut, I realized that I was now fully inside his room. I looked down at our entwined hands, exhaled, and looked back up to him. He began to pull me towards him, and I let him. As our bodies met, he began to dance with me, as if we were still on the dance floor in the lounge, with his arm sliding around my waist.

  We had good dancing symmetry as we moved as one, and it was so mind boggling that I felt as if I was drifting. Our bodies slowly swayed to the silent sounds of our breathing, as he gazed solely at my face, and I gazed at his. I couldn’t read his expression, but I didn’t feel the urge to run away from him, so I allowed myself to calm down. I was glad that I wasn’t settling for just anyone, who in my eyes, didn’t even qualify for me.

  Professor Brennan was the only other man whom I’d even considered to be a man, other than my father. My hands slowly slid up his chest, and around his neck, as we slowly moved against each other. He smelled so dammed good.

  His arm tightened around me, and I gasped near his lips. His nice lips, that I’ve wanted to suck on since I met him. His top lip was thin, but his bottom was a little thicker, and they looks so soft.

  “Thomas?” I muttered, close to his mouth.

  “Yes, Jessica?” He whispered huskily. I had never heard this tone from him before. He sounded so dark and dangerous and I felt my body clenching, as I began to pant.

  “Please,” I begged, as I felt my nipples hardening even more, as I subtly arched my back into him.

  “Please what?” He questioned.

  “Touch me,” I responded.

  “I am, you want more?” He asked me.

  “Yes, much more.” The swaying stopped, and was replaced with slow shallow breaths between the both of us, as he looked through me. He raised his hand, ran his fingers through my hair, and I closed my eyes as he tilted my head back, so that his lips were directly leveled with mine.

  “I’ve always wanted more, Jessica, always,” he muttered, before his lips connected with mine. I was still reeling over his statement of always wanting more, but my world had literally stopped once he kissed me. His lips were soft and determined, he kissed me with so much passion it was hard not to return it. I heard a soft groan escape him, as his hands trailed down my back, until he reached my backside. As he squeezed both cheeks softly, his tongue entered my mouth, conquering mine.

  My hands slid down his back and around, as I gripped his blazer, pulling him into me. Soft groans and whipped air, became a surround sound to me, as we continued to kiss. He then pulled away from me, taking a few steps back, while looking at me intensely. The both of us were slowly panting for air, as our eyes roamed over one another. I nearly gasped at the bulge in his pants that was seriously overwhelming my eyes, and my thoughts. By the time I looked back up at him, I saw that he’d taken off his blazer, and was now removing his cufflinks.

  “Jess, you’re not a virgin are you?” He asked.

  “No, but I’ve only been with one other guy… and that was four years ago,” I muttered, almost ashamed.

  “Okay, good.”

  “Okay good? You don’t think that’s kind of… pathetic?” I asked, as my eyes fell to his now exposed chest. Wow! His abs were so cut, and his V was so in-depth. My God, he actually looked as good under his clothes, as he did over them.

  “Of course not. I don’t sleep around either. In fact, if it makes you feel any better… I’ve only been with two women,” he stated with a smile. I found myself smiling back, but then my smile became laughter, and I couldn’t help it. Who was he kidding?

  “You’ve got to be kidding me, professor,” I exclaimed, disbelieving him, and then I realized his face showed no sign of humor, and that he was actually telling me the truth. My laughter stopped, and my mouth hung open, as I gaped at him.

  “But, but… most of the population at the college wanted you, including the faculty,” I declared, incredulously.

  “I don’t take everything that’s offered to me, Miss Moore. I have to want it too.” He winked, and took off his shoes and socks, as I stood there frozen like a statue. His last statement had me flabbergasted, and it meant that he really wanted me, a lot.

  “Are you alright? You look nervous?” He asked, as he walked toward me with just his jeans on, he was almost naked. My goodness, Professor Brennan was almost freaking NAKED!

  “Um, no, I’m fine. Just a little taken aback from your words,” I replied.

  “I understand. Jess, we don’t have to do anything right now if you’re having second thoughts. I just—”

  “Please, don’t. I want to. Help me with my zipper, will you?” I muttered, as I turned around, my back to his front. I then heard my zipper being pulled down slowly, and then with a slight shimmy, my dress pooled on the floor. I heard his sharp intake of breath, then he groaned and I smirked. I had on a black sheer thong, and no bra, and all of sudden I felt very happy with my choice in that matter. I knew when I turned around to face him, that there would be no going back. He would see me, and have me…in any way he wanted. He was a man, an attractive man who I’ve wanted for years, and he wanted me tonight.

  We both would give in to our desires, and I couldn’t be happier or even more scared, than I already was. I took a deep breath, and when I turned around, his eyes didn’t stray. They were locked on mine. He didn’t glance at my body, as I thought he would. He just wrapped his arm around my waist, and lifted me up. He pulled my legs around his waist, and took long determined strides to his bedroom. His eyes never left mine. Once there, he laid me down and kicked off his pants, leaving his light blue boxer briefs on. He climbed over me and kissed me, as if he has been waiting years for it.

  Our mouths twisted and turned in a slow erotic way that made me extremely hot and bothered. His hands were in my hair, pulling me further into him. My hands were on his back, as I kissed him with my very own passion. Oh God, I wanted him so much. The feeling of his hot skin on mine made me feel so grand, it was like a forbidden fantasy of mine was actually coming true.

  His mouth moved to my neck, nipping and licking my skin, as his hand slipped under my back, slightly arching it, pushing my breasts closer to him. He looked like it was Christmas, as his eyes widened at the sight of my exposed breasts. He then kissed each one reverently, and began to suck hard on my left nipple, causing me to arch even more into him.

  “Oh God,” I cried out, as he moaned. He began to lick around my areola, long hard licks, as he teased my other breast with his fingers. As he blew on my moistened nipple, the coolness of his breath made me shiver, as his mouth now attended to my other breast. I found myself panting shaky breaths, when he started kissing around my stomach, slowly licking around my navel. As I ran my fingers though his hair, moaning softly, the more he kissed my body, like a man who was starved. He ran his nose up the center of my underwear, inhaling deep breaths, as if he was going under water, and I smiled down at him. He caught my smile, and sent one back.

  “Why are you smiling?” He asked.

  “Why are you?” I teased.

  “I’m finally going to taste your pussy, and make you come for me. Case and point.” He smirked.

  “Such language, Professor,” I teased, as he pulled down my underwear while he continued to look at me.

  “You love calling me Professor. I will admit that I like it, too… in and out of the classroom,” he winked, and slowly pulled my thong completely off.

  He then ran his hands slowly up my legs, while gazing down at my moistened center,
licking his lips. “Beautiful,” he sighed, and I blushed as he looked back up to me. “Have you ever thought about me, in this way?” He asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

  “Of course I have,” I panted. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen,” I stated too quickly, and both of us froze. “I…I’m sorry, I…”

  “You what? You can’t take it back now, Jess, and I don’t want you to,” he smiled.

  “I’ve thought of you in this way, plenty,” he stated wickedly.

  “That’s good to know, I think.”

  “You think?” He chuckled.

  “Yeah, since you know… Oh GOD,” I moaned loudly, as he sucked on my clitoris, and entered two fingers deep inside me as my insides hungrily clenched around him. My back arched off the bed, and my arms splayed over the sheets as I was taken from zero to a hundred in mere seconds.

  “I think your body is confirming your words baby. Let me feel you,” he said. His tongue licked and traced along my lower lips, taking time to show each one the proper attention it never had before. He groaned against me as he tasted me, paralyzing me in ecstasy, as he moved my hips closer. I felt his tongue lapping against the underside of my clit, before he’d suck on me softly, and then hard, as his fingers twitched deep inside me. OH MY GOD!!

  I could tell he really enjoyed a trimmed cunt, as he hummed his appreciation while sucking on my lower lips, and lucky for me I had shaved today. I felt him licking my clit again, but more softly, and I moaned as my fingers reached his hair, pulling it softly. He pressed my knees wider, and I gasped at his sudden movement of my limbs. He then removed his fingers, and began to thrust his tongue inside me, twirling it around my inner walls, as I cried out, trembling.