VANESSA’S POV.Alex was long gone, I had him puggy and basically melted in my hands. This was the riskiest thing I had ever done in my entire life. But I had absolutely no regrets.I was going to basically swallow his dick and force out the orgasm out of him but he firmly held my head and pulled me up. He grabbed my waist and set me straddling his waist.He crashed his lips onto mine in a feverish dance of dominance, lust and unbridled desire. I laced my fingers in his hair as my mouth took the pressure that he gave. I reached behind my back and unbuckled my bra letting it fall to the floor with a thud. Alex took his lips away and stared down at my chest. His breath hitched in his throat and his eyes went glassy."Fuck," My perfect, poised and proper cursed. I couldn't help the little giggle that came out of me because of his completely entranced look.I couldn't let go of this opportunity to tease him. I cupped my breasts and shook them softly, squeezing the soft flesh.Alex removed
ALEX’S POVVanessa was pure torture. The way she came to my office, swinging her hips and acting like she owned the place, acting like she owned me. And fuck she did.I was completely obsessed with her and I couldn't help myself. I was her professor and my actions were completely unethical and my feelings, they were immortal. But what could I do.I had managed to ignore her for like days but she was a persistent and insatiable little minx. I was currently in my office, trying to catch up on assignments that I had not been able to grade because of my numerous distractions. Vanessa in particular.I was in my office, trying to concentrate when I heard knocking on the door. It was rapid and persistent, like a particular person that I know. After a while the knocking on the camera to a halt for a while and I thought the person would have left but why did I hear the clicking of the door knob and the door sliding open to reveal a very mischievous creature.I just sighed and concentrated on
VANESSA’S POV The second our lips crashed together again, the air crackled like lightning.There was no slow build this time, no hesitation. Just pure hunger and insane desire.I barely remembered how I climbed onto his lap. One minute I was standing in front of him, the next I was straddling him on the couch, his hands gripping and squeezing my thighs like he owned them, like he had been waiting for this moment for too damn long.He kissed like he wanted to erase every second we, mostly him, had wasted pretending not to want each other.His tongue swept against mine, hot and possessive, his hands already under my shirt, palms dragging up my back, making me gasp into his mouth. My hips rolled without permission, pressing down into his already hard groin, and the groan he let out nearly undid me o the spot.“Vanessa…” he murmured, his voice ragged and deep, said like my name was both a curse and a sinfully prayer. "We can't do this, we need to stop this."“Shut up,” I breathed, yank
VANESSA’S POV.“I’m not gonna make it to campus for our lesson.”There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Vanessa…”“I know,” I interrupted, dramatically flopping back on my bed. “Tragic and completely unforgivable. I guess you’ll have to cancel the Nobel nomination.”Alex sighed. “We set this up last week. You bailed last time.”“I know,” I said, twirling my necklace between my fingers. “But listen… I could swing by your place instead.”Dead silence.“…You want to come to my house?”“You’re tutoring me, not planning a heist,” I replied. “Unless there's something there I’m not supposed to see?” I grinned, even though he couldn’t see me. “You hiding a secret wife or something?”“I don’t think this is a good idea.”“Come on,” I said, voice low and sweet. “We won’t do anything reckless. You’ll help me study. I’ll bring snacks. I’ll wear actual pants.”He sighed again. “You never wear pants.”“You’re already picturing it,” I said, laughing.“I’ll text you the address,” he muttered
VANESSA’S POV I didn’t “forget” to submit the assignment. Well not exactly. I planned it all along .When the deadline hit at 11:59 a.m., I was dead awake. Staring at the clock. Watching the seconds slide past like a dare.I yawned theatrically in the group chat and typed.“Ugh. Missed the deadline. I’ll hand it in myself.”My class rep replied with three question marks and a bolded “HE SAID EMAIL ONLY.”But I was already halfway to the econ department in lips stained in gloss and I dressed in sin.Professor Davis’s office sat at the end of a long hallway, old hardwood floors, heavy doors, and the soft hum of fluorescent lighting. His name was on the placard in neat serif font. A. Davis, Econ Faculty.I adjusted my top making sure my cleavage could show, knocked once, then pushed the door open before he could even say “Come in.”He was there. Of course he was.Sitting behind his desk in a crisp white shirt, glasses on, sleeves rolled up. His laptop was open, a thick book beside it, a
VANESSA'S POV I was not able to pay attention.Dead serious, i tried for like a solid thirty seconds. I really did, but then Professor Davis turned around, writing something on the board, and the way his slacks hugged his legs had my brain short-circuiting like a spark plug dipped in wine.Honestly? Economics had never been so hard. And I definitely didn't mean academically.Alex Davis, or as we all call him Professor Davis, technically, was the reason half the class showed up before the bell rang. He was tall, lean in that "runs five miles before breakfast" kind of way, with clean-cut stubble, as smokey green eyes, dark hair he never let fall out of place, and the kind of deep voice that made you forget what a derivative was.Worse? He was a young professor. Not “almost-retired with tenure” young. I mean late twenties, probably has an Instagram account but only uses it to post books and black-and-white coffee shots young.And he was wearing that navy button-down again. The one that