The Professor’s Prize: 1

Detention After Dark💧💦😜

“Get your ass in here right now, Marcus.”

I didn’t look up from the stack of papers on my desk, but my pulse jumped the second I heard his boots in the hallway. The door clicked shut behind him. I kept my voice cold even though heat was already crawling up my neck.

“You wanted to see me, Professor?” His tone dripped with that lazy challenge. I could picture the smirk without even glancing up.

I finally raised my eyes. Marcus stood there, all tall and tattooed, leather jacket hanging open over a black tee that stretched across his chest. Messy dark hair, sharp jaw, eyes that always looked like they knew exactly what I was thinking. “Sit down. Now.”

He dropped into the chair like he owned the room, legs spread wide. “What’s the problem? I turned in the paper.”

I slapped the printed copy down hard. Red marks everywhere. “This isn’t analysis. This is you mocking the material. Mocking me.”

“Come on, Elena.” He grinned, using my first name like it was nothing. “It’s late. Office hours are over. Why drag me back here if you’re just gonna yell?”

My cheeks burned. I stood up fast, walking around the desk, heels clicking against the floor. “Don’t call me Elena. In this room, I’m Professor Voss. And you are on very thin ice, Marcus. One more stunt and you’re gone. For good.”

He rose slowly, towering over me. We were close. Too close. His scent, something dark and masculine, filled my head. “You really think kicking me out fixes anything? Or are you just pissed I see through all your perfect little rules?”

I should have stepped back. Instead, my hand shot out, landing on his chest. “Step back, Marcus.”

“Make me.” His voice went low, rough. “Tell me to leave. Say it like you mean it.”

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. My fingers curled into his shirt. Damn him. “You hate me,” he said, eyes locked on mine, “but you keep calling me in after hours. Why is that, Professor?”

“Because someone has to save your stupid ass.” My voice cracked. I hated how weak it sounded.

His hand covered mine, pressing it harder against his heartbeat. Fast. Strong. “Feel that? My heart’s pounding for you. Has been since day one.”

“Marcus…” I whispered, but then his mouth was on mine. Hard. Demanding. I kissed him back before I could stop myself, hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. God, he tasted like trouble and sin.

He lifted me onto the desk in one smooth move. Papers flew everywhere. My skirt rode up my thighs as his hands gripped me, possessive. “Been dreaming about this,” he growled against my neck. “About making strict Professor Voss fall apart.”

“Shut up and show me.” The words slipped out before I could think. My legs wrapped around his waist like they belonged there.

He kissed down my throat, teeth grazing my skin. Buttons popped open on my blouse. Cool air hit my breasts as he tugged my bra down. His mouth closed over one nipple and I cried out, back arching hard.

“Yes… like that.” I couldn’t believe the sounds coming from me. Moaning like some desperate woman instead of the composed professor everyone respected.

His hand slid between my legs, pushing my panties aside. Two thick fingers plunged inside me without warning. I gasped, clenching around him. “So wet for me already,” he muttered. “Bad mummy, getting turned on by your bad boy student.”

Heat flooded my face. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why?” He curled his fingers, hitting that spot that made my toes curl. “Because it makes you drip even more?”

I rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure. “Marcus… oh fuck.”

He dropped to his knees, shoved my thighs wider, and replaced his fingers with his hot mouth. His tongue flicked my clit while those fingers pumped deep. I grabbed his hair, grinding against his face, not caring how filthy this was.

The phone rang.

I froze. Marcus didn’t stop. If anything, he sucked harder.

“It’s… probably the department head,” I panted.

“Answer it.” His voice vibrated against me. He looked up, lips shiny, eyes dark with challenge. “Or I stop.”

I glared but reached for the phone with a shaking hand. “Hello? Professor Voss speaking.”

Marcus dove back in, tongue working me mercilessly.

“Yes… I’m finishing some grading.” My voice wavered. I bit my lip hard. “No, everything’s fine. Just a difficult student.”

I could barely hold it together. His fingers curled again. I was right there, teetering on the edge.

“Goodnight.” I slammed the phone down and yanked him up by the hair, kissing him fiercely. I could taste myself on his tongue. It only made me hotter.

“You’re going to get us both in so much trouble,” I whispered, hands already fumbling with his belt.

“Good.” He freed himself. Thick, hard, and pressing right against my soaked entrance. “Now be a good mummy and take what you’ve been wanting.”

I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him. “Big boy. Think you can handle me?”

He pushed forward, the head stretching me open. I moaned into his mouth, ready to finally feel all of him.

A loud knock sounded on the office door.

“Elena? You still in there? I saw the light on. Need to talk about the midterm grades.”

My eyes flew open in panic. Marcus was right there, thick cock nudging inside me, one thrust from burying deep. My heart hammered against my ribs. My body screamed for him to keep going even as terror flooded me.

We stared at each other, frozen, his tip barely inside my pulsing heat.

What the hell do we do now?