“Stop it, I did not,” I reply, defending myself.
“Miss Clarkson, as a man I could read between the lines of your eloquent paper,” he teases with a sad smile. I was thinking of meeting up with my ex and being with him for one of my Close Encounters, but I may lose my courage, plus it may give him false hopes of us ever getting back together. Not to mention my growing attachment to my sexy Professor.
“Tell me about your first love, Professor,” I inquire gently.
“There’s not much to tell,” he says guardedly.
“What do you mean? Do you mean to tell me you’ve never been in love?” I ask curiously. The man is twenty-seven, after all.
“Possibly.” He remains guarded.
“These walls you’ve put up around yourself, are you one of those men that doesn’t do ‘love’?” I ask, actually feeling sorry for him. His answer is a kiss, a hot passionate kiss that I surrender to. This kiss is all it takes to heat me up and want more of him. I want him naked and on top of me as I lie back on the sofa and pull him with me. My hand goes to find his growing arousal as he presses it into my belly. Can you say that I’m hot for the teacher? Just like all of the other girls in my class. I feel lucky to have been the chosen one, although for how long I have no idea.
“Let’s eat first,” he says, pulling away from the kiss.
“I have an appetite for you, Professor.” I taunt him.
“You are a naughty girl, Miss Clarkson.”
“You’re the one who has made me this wanton,” I say in all seriousness. He climbs off me and stands up.
“Come on,” he says, reaching for my hand and pulling me up and off the sofa.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” he says, walking us into the kitchen. He pours me a glass of wine and I take a seat on the barstool in the kitchen. I love watching him cook for me. It’s an immense turn on, what can I say? I get to admire his hot body.
“Clarissa, you are a very talented writer. What are you thinking of majoring in?” Grant asks.
“I don’t know, English or maybe Journalism. I’ve always been passionate about writing. For as long as I can remember I’ve been writing short stories.”
“I bet you were an adorable little girl,” he says from behind me, wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling into my neck. A warm smile spreads across my lips. Grant makes me feel happy; I love being with him. He has a vulnerable side to him that he rarely shows the outside world.
“I bet you were an adorable blond-haired and blue-eyed little boy,” I say affectionately. He kisses me deeply as I run my hand across his chest.
“Dinner’s ready,” he announces pulling away from the kiss.
“Let’s eat here,” he says placing my plate in front of me as he takes a seat next to me.
“These chicken enchiladas are sooo good, you are a fabulous chef!”
“I don’t know about that, coming from someone who has been eating mostly campus food lately,” he quips.
“The food on campus is pretty good. I ate at the new Bar-B-Que place last night.”
“Who were you with?” Grant asks and I wonder if I should lie.
“Jason Bancroft.” I can’t lie. Grant’s face goes stone cold and he doesn’t say anything.
“He just wanted me to look over his paper,” I say, trying to explain.
“I bet he did.”
“Are you jealous? We’re just friends, I told him I was seeing someone,” I admit.
“Really, and what did he say?”
“He asked if the guy I’m seeing goes to school here,” I reply.
“What was your answer?” Grant clips out.
“I couldn’t think fast enough and said sort of and then he assumed he was a part-time student and I left it at that. You know, we have to be more careful. I don’t think you should talk to me at all in class,” I caution.
“Why, do you think he suspects anything?”
“I’m probably just being paranoid, but he said he thought if he grew breasts then maybe he would get an ‘A’ from you. I just about died of humiliation when he said that,” I cry out.
“That dirty frat boy, he won’t be getting an ‘A’ from me,” Grant says with a clenched jaw.
“Grant, you can’t let his comment affect the way you grade him. I read his paper and I thought it was good,” I say, trying to defend Jason. I should have never said a word.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he says turning all ‘Professor’ on me. Grant is even sexier when he turns all jealous lover on me. He leans over and lays a passion-filled kiss on my lips.
“Come, I’m ready for dessert,” he whispers in my ear.
“I was ready for dessert the minute I arrived,” I say, kissing his neck, sucking lightly and breathing in the sensual scent he wears. I would love to give him a hickey and see it on his neck tomorrows in class, I think wickedly. He takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom of sin. I can’t get enough of him. I find myself thinking naughty thoughts about him throughout my days. He has become a major distraction. I need to focus more on my studies.