Professor Christian Mason is a naughty teacher, and his students' attractions are taking him to dangerous situations. This is a must-read erotic short story.
When we reached his office, he dropped his briefcase on the floor, and I closed and locked the door. He faced me, sitting on the edge of his desk. I played with the bottom hem of my tank-top and felt a familiar tingle deep within my core as he watched, mouth practically watering. I took the final few steps that closed the space between us and placed my palm against his chest. His heart pounded heavily underneath his shirt, and I dug my hands between the buttons to get a closer.
“Stop,” he said, grabbing onto my hand. “You don’t know what you’re messing with.”
I pulled my hand from his grasp and said, “Maybe I know exactly what I’m missing with.”
I stood on my tiptoes, lightly placing my lips against his. My tongue snaked out and grazed the space between his lips. His eyes closed and a low growl erupted from within him. Knowing this was my chance, I stepped back and pulled my shirt off, letting my breasts fall free. His eyes widened when I scooped them up into my hands, teasing my already-hard nipples with my thumbs. I released my breasts and buttoned my skirt, but before I could finish the job, he was before me, pushing me against the door, pinning my arms above my head.
He lowered his mouth to mine and ran his hand down the length of my body—his other hand still trapping me in his grip. I bit my lip and curved against his body.
“You know you want me,” I said, hoping it would be enough to send him over the edge.