It was bittersweet being on campus one last time to sort out everything I needed for my final clearance. I was finally done with my Master's degree, which meant that I was no longer going to keep using school to cover up the fact that I had no idea what I was doing with my life.
It felt like the end of an era and a chapter I wasn't ready to close yet. But I had to. Because in a few weeks, I'd be a viscountess in a small town and living a life I never imagined I would be living.
It felt weird, all of it. I'd flirted with the idea of probably running away and never looking back, but all my cards and my entire life were basically linked to Dad, so there was no way I was going to get away with it.
I sighed at the mere thought of how terrible my life was at the moment. The only good thing that had happened so far was the very wild threesome I had the other night. I couldn't get the thought of the two men fucking me out of my head, and as always, I wanted more.
I adjusted the strap of my bag, my heels clicking against the tiled floors of the faculty building as I made my way to meet the one last professor who needed to sign off my paperwork.
Professor Collins.
Just thinking about him sent a flush creeping up my neck.
He was hot. Hot in a way that should be illegal for professors. He was in his early forties, extremely tall and handsome, with piercing eyes that always seemed to suck me in and a voice that felt like pure sex.
Ugh, just thinking about him made me so wet.
I'd always fantasized about what it'd feel like to be bent over on his desk and fucked until I was screaming out his name. I'd spent more than a few sleepless nights imagining his hands--broad, strong, calloused--doing things they shouldn't to my body. Back then, he was my professor. Off-limits. Untouchable. There wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.
But now? I'd finished my master's program. I was no longer under his authority. Maybe--just maybe--things could be different.
I got to the front of his office and sucked in deep breaths before knocking on the door.
"Who's that?" the professor called from inside the office.
"June Rice. I need your signature for my final clearance."
There was a pause, long enough to make me wonder if I should just leave, but then he responded, "Office hours are over, but come in."
I exhaled deeply as I pushed open the door and stepped into the rather big office. I couldn't remember being in his office in my year and a half in college.
Professor Collins was leaning back in his chair, his sleeves rolled up just enough to show off forearms that had no business being that attractive. His tie was loosened, the top button of his shirt undone, and he looked effortlessly relaxed--like he was on a break.
Also, when the hell did he get this freaking hot?
He'd always been good-looking, sure, but now? Now, I wanted to rip that shirt off him and let him do all sorts of questionable things to me.
I swallowed, trying to get rid of the thoughts in my head. This was probably what happened when you slept with too many men in one week; your brain turned to mush, filled with nothing but filthy, raunchy thoughts.
I wanted to fuck him. There. I said it.
His gaze moved up from the papers on his desk, locking onto me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. His eyes lingered for a moment--too long--before settling on my face.
"Final clearance, huh?" he said, leaning back further in his chair, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Congratulations, Miss Rice. Guess that makes you officially done."
I smiled, moving closer to his desk. "Almost. I just need your signature."
His eyes dipped briefly, skimming over my legs. I cursed myself for choosing the short skirt this morning, but at the same time, I couldn't ignore the way his gaze made my skin feel like it was burning. Maybe actually wearing this skirt was a good idea.
He looked over the clearance form and then leaned back. "You'll need a departmental stamp on this. I'd sign it, but it won't mean much without that."
I tried not to roll my eyes. Of course, there had to be one more hurdle. "Where can I get it?"
He grabbed his phone and dialled a number. "No need to run around. My intern is on campus today. I'll have them bring it here."
He dialled a number, and after a brief conversation, he hung up. "They'll grab the stamp and be here in a few minutes," he said, leaning back again. "Guess you're stuck with me for a bit."
The words were innocent enough, but the way he said them, slow and deliberate, sent heat rushing to my cheeks.
"I'll wait then."
I perched on the edge of the chair in front of him, smoothing down my skirt. His eyes followed my every movement, and it felt like I was under a microscope.
"That's quite the outfit for a final clearance run," he said.
I crossed my legs, feeling his eyes follow the movement. "It's just a skirt," I said, lifting my chin.
"It's distracting," he shot back, his smirk widening. "You always did know how to get attention, June."
I scoffed. "I wasn't trying to get your attention."
He raised an eyebrow. "Could've fooled me."
It was obvious that Professor Collins wanted to fuck me as much as I did him, so that was a good thing so far. I needed to give him a little more push, something to make him want me even more.
I "accidentally" dropped my file, sending papers scattering across the floor. As I bent to pick them up, I could feel his gaze burning into me. My skirt slid higher, revealing just enough to leave nothing to the imagination.
Perfect.
I spread my thighs slightly, letting him catch a glimpse of the bright red G-string hugging my skin.
When I was done, I took my seat gingerly, and when I looked back at him, I noticed that he'd been watching me this whole time. The look in his dark eyes told me all I needed to know.
This made my pussy grow hot. I felt my nipples starting to push against the material in my bra. They felt so hard and sensitive. I wondered if, under the desk, his cock was straining against his pants. The thought sent another rush of arousal through me, making me even wetter.
"Why don't you hand me the form so I could sign it first while we wait for the stamp to get here," he said.
I stood and walked around the desk, placing the form in front of him. Without hesitation, he rose to his feet, towering over me. I swallowed hard.
This was it.
His finger lifted my chin, and then--he kissed me.
At first, it was slow, controlled, as if he were testing the waters. But then, the restraint snapped. The kiss turned hungry, demanding. He bit down on my bottom lip, pulling me closer as his tongue wrestled mine.
Our lips moved in perfect sync, the heat between us building rapidly. I could already feel the ache pooling between my legs. Tilting my head, he ran his teeth along my neck, his breath hot against my skin. My eyes fluttered shut, and a moan escaped me.
Was he going to fuck me right here in his office? It felt so naughty and dirty.
