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“Hi, Professor.” Jessica braced her hands to either side of her on the desk. “I need some help with an assignment,” she added in a purr.

No words would come to Craig. He couldn’t move. Maybe he should try picking his jaw up off the floor, but at that moment it felt like it would take a monumental effort to do so.

Jessica slipped off the desk and his heart raced as she slowly walked toward him.

Her hips had a natural sway to them and the closer she got, the more he could tell her nipples were taut and begging to be sucked.

His cock was so hard it was a wonder he didn’t come in his slacks.

When Jessica stood maybe an inch from him, she reached up and slid her hands into his hair. The feeling was so erotic he almost groaned out loud.

“Do you know how sexy you are?” she whispered as she brought his head down so that his lips were close to hers.

“Jessica. No. We can’t—” he started when she pulled him down so that their lips met.

He was a goner.

There was no going back now.

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Jessica nibbled at his lower lip and he groaned. She immediately slipped her tongue into his mouth. Almost without realizing it, he brought his hands to her ass and pressed their bodies so close he felt her nipples through his shirt. He ground his cock against her belly and she moaned into his mouth and kissed him with even more passion.

Craig couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction it gave him to turn Jessica on the way she was. She made small whimpering sounds as he clenched her ass cheeks with his palms and kissed her with dominance and control.

If Jessica Grayson wanted to play, he’d damn sure show her exactly how
he
played.

Jessica couldn’t believe the intensity Professor Bennett was putting into his kiss. She hadn’t been positive how he’d react to finding her in his office, naked, but now she knew.

God, he was an incredible kisser. The way he held her, the way his mouth took control of hers—it was completely dominant and totally turned her on more—if that was even possible.

He shook his head, like he was coming out of a dream. “How old are you, Jessica?”

Her heart beat a little faster. “Does it matter?”

He frowned. “You know it does. If you want to play with me, you play by my rules.”

The steel in his voice stoked the fires inside her. She felt naughty. Delighted and abashed. And compelled to answer.

“I just turned twenty,” she said as she reached for the button of his slacks. “Old enough to know what I want when I see it.”

“Not old enough to drink,” he said as he reached up and caught a handful of her hair, the look on his expression intense. “But old enough to fuck.”

Her thighs grew damper and thrills rolled through her belly. “Damn straight.”

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“You need to understand something, Jessica.” His fist gripped her hair tighter. “I don’t stop being the professor when I leave the podium. When it comes to sex, it’s
my
classroom too. I’m the boss. What I say goes. If you can’t live with that, leave now.”

She shivered and it wasn’t because she was naked. It was the thrills caused in her by his words. The way he spoke to her was so
hot.
“I’ll do whatever you want.”

He released her hair and brought his hand between the two of them to slip his fingers into her pussy.

Jessica gasped at such an immediate, bold move and tilted her head back, breaking the kiss. He trailed his mouth along her chin to her neck. Slow, erotic kisses that made her wetter than ever.

And his scent—spicy and male.

She rode his hand hard as she rubbed her palms over his shoulders and arms. She couldn’t get enough of touching him.

“Good,” he murmured as his mouth neared her breast. “Wild. I like wild.”

Jessica squeezed his biceps and moaned. Everything he said was turning her on, exceeding every wet dream she’d had about him.

He pinched her clit and she gave a little cry of surprise and excitement. “Tell me what you really want, Jessica.”

Wasn’t it obvious? She wanted his cock inside her so badly she could hardly stand the wait. “I—I want you to fuck me.”

“Minus two points—and that’s the only time I’ll be nice,” he said as his lips rubbed over her nipple. “I’m not all you want. You had fantasies before you met me. Tell me those fantasies.”

She felt a little heat rise up her neck at the same time she gripped his shoulders tighter. “I’ve fantasized about you fucking me in the classroom.” She cried out when he bit her nipple. “Bending me right over the podium.”

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He gave what sounded like a grunt of approval as he continued to drive her crazy with his mouth and hands. “What else?”

“Um…”

“Jessica…” His tone held a warning note to it as he pinched her clit again.

“I’ve thought about having sex with you somewhere public.” She cried out as he hit just the right spot with his fingers. “And in your home.” No one had ever made her act like this. “Oh God, Professor Bennett. Yes, right there,” she squirmed against his hand,

“right there.”

He gave a soft laugh as he traced her nipple with his tongue. “Ms. Grayson, you’ve been a very bad girl.” He moved his fingers from her clit and slipped them inside her core. “You’re not allowed to climax until I give you permission.” He lightly bit her nipple. “Do you understand, Ms. Grayson?”

Jessica squirmed even more. “Yes, Professor.” Her words came out in a heavy pant,

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

He bit her other nipple and she cried out, louder this time. “You’ll have to be quiet,” he said as he licked the spot he’d just bitten. “Or I’ll have to give you another punishment.”

The way he said
punishment
sent a thrill through her that went straight to her pussy.

“Damn, you’re wet,” he said as moved his head up from her breasts and buried his face in her hair. He pulled his fingers out of her core and she made a sound of disappointment.

“On your knees. Now,” he said in a tone of complete authority.

A jolt of surprise and excitement shot through Jessica. If she’d thought she had any control over what was happening between them, she was getting a wake-up call. This man didn’t mess around.

She eased to her knees on the thin industrial carpeting of his office. She looked up at him as he pushed down on her shoulders, guiding her the way he wanted her. His 14

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eyes were like blue fire, his features intense, his jaw hard. The look of barely leashed power on his face caused her to shiver and the thrill ran from her belly to between her thighs again.

She forced herself to look from him to the button of his slacks. God, his erection was huge. She couldn’t wait to see what it felt like to have a real man—real
big
man—inside her.

She gripped his cock through his slacks, feeling the length and girth of him. Her mouth watered and he made a hissing sound through his teeth.

“Unbutton my slacks. Now, Ms. Grayson.”

She shivered with excitement, loving the way he continued to role play with her.

He was the teacher and she was his student.

Jessica unbuttoned his pants easily and unzipped his slacks. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock released from its confines and was right in front of her lips in an instant.

“Suck my cock, Ms. Grayson.” He fisted his hands in her hair tight enough she felt it at her roots. “And look up at me.”

Her whole body was one electrical charge as she obeyed. When she grasped his cock with one hand she felt the soft skin over the hardness of his erection.

It was to her immense satisfaction that he groaned when she took his cock into her mouth. She tasted the pre-come on the head of his erection before the salty flavor of his skin.

She moved her hand in time with her mouth as she looked up at him. The intensity of his gaze as he watched his cock slide in and out of her mouth was almost more than she could bear.

He fisted his hands tighter in her hair and began to fuck her mouth by thrusting his hips forward. She took him as deep as she could. He was so big though.

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Jessica was so freaking aroused that she had to come. She slipped the fingers of her free hand into her folds and began stroking her clit.

He stopped moving his hips and drew his cock out of her mouth. “I didn’t give you permission to masturbate, Ms. Grayson. Do not touch yourself without permission.

Understand?”

“Okay.” Jessica withdrew her hand, somehow feeling the need to obey anything he told her to do.

“When you answer me, say ‘Yes, Professor’.” He looked so powerful and dominating that Jessica shivered—not from fear but from lust. “Is that clear?”

“Yes,” she said.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Yes, what?”

She took a deep breath. “Yes, Professor Bennett.”

He gifted her with a smile so sensual she felt it through her entire body. He glanced at his watch, then back to her. “Get dressed, Ms. Grayson.”

“What?” The shock in her voice was obvious.

He tucked his erection back into his slacks, zipped them up and buttoned them.

“You didn’t address me properly. Punishment comes with disobedience.”

Oh jeez, what did she get herself into? But she had to admit this was the hottest she’d ever been in her life.

Jessica swallowed hard. “Uh, yes, Professor Bennett. Why do you want me to put on my clothes?”

He folded his arms across his chest and gave her a stern look. “Ms. Grayson, you’re to obey me without question if you wish to continue this, is that clear?”

God, she did
not
want this to end. “Yes, Professor Bennett.”

He smiled again and caressed the top of her head. “Good. I’m going to give you directions to my home. If you want to continue where we left off, be waiting for me.

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around to his desk. He pulled open his center drawer and scooted some things around.

“I have a faculty meeting now.” He brought out a silver key and took it to where she was kneeling and handed it to her. “Do you know how to cook?”

Damn straight. That was another thing she was very good at. “Yes, Professor.”

He began scribbling on a piece of notepaper. “Fix us something to eat—whatever you want.”

She took the paper when he handed it to her. “Yes, Professor.”

He grabbed her by the shoulders and drew her up so that she was standing. Her body tingled like crazy as he brushed his lips over hers. His eyes were still dark, almost smoky. “I’ll see you when I get home, Ms. Grayson.”

“Yes, Professor,” she whispered as he picked up his briefcase. He unlocked the door, slipped out and shut it tight behind him.

Jessica dropped into a chair in front of his desk.

“Wow,” was all she could think of to say as she sat there, stunned for a moment.

What the hell just happened? If she went to his house would she be getting in deeper than she should be?

Damn.

She jumped up from the chair and hurried to get her clothes on and get out of the office as fast as she could.

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Craig grinned as he drove home. He’d turned the tables on Jessica Grayson. He wondered if she’d be waiting for him when he got there or if she’d taken off.

He was willing to bet money she was waiting for him, exactly as he’d ordered her to. The way she’d obeyed him without question in his office told him a lot of things, including the fact that little Ms. Grayson might be aggressive on the outside, but inside she was a born submissive, through and through.

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His home was on an acre lot on the outskirts of Tucson. He’d bought the property before housing prices and the population had exploded in the area and was glad to have his semi-custom home built with some breathing room. And enough distance from his neighbors that they wouldn’t hear Jessica’s cries.

Cries of ecstasy. He was going to teach that girl about true pleasure.

When he drove into his driveway, he wasn’t surprised to see the little red sports car waiting in front of his walkway. Fiery and sporty, just like its owner.

The moment he entered his home, his stomach growled. Smells of grilled beef and vegetables came from the kitchen, along with what smelled like fresh flour tortillas.

He set his briefcase down and deposited his keys on the entryway table.

Craig strode past the formal living and dining rooms to the open kitchen, nook and living area. He stopped in the doorway to the kitchen. He hitched one shoulder up against the wall, crossed his arms over his chest and smiled when he saw Jessica setting the table. She was wearing an apron, but she had her backside to him and he had a clear shot of her ass and shapely thighs. God, he couldn’t wait to fuck that ass.

Her black hair swung as she turned to face him and she gasped. “I-I didn’t hear you come in, Professor.”

He pushed himself away from the wall and strode toward her. The apron she wore covered her breasts and her pussy.

“I just didn’t want grease to splatter on my skin,” she said when he reached her, looking a little nervous.

“That’s good, baby.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers and she sighed. “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” He reached around her and untied the apron. “But now that I’m home I want to see your beautiful body.”

She shivered beneath his touch as he removed the apron and tossed it on a countertop. Shit. Her body was so gorgeous it just about took his breath away.

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“Everything’s on the table.” She sounded like she was having a hard time talking as he squeezed both of her nipples. “I—uh, I made fajitas with homemade flour tortillas.”

He kissed her softly again. “Smells wonderful.” Craig released her and looked down at her reddened, hard nipples. “I have something I’d like you to wear.” He gestured to the table. “Have a seat. I’ll be right back.”