Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Sit.” I motion with my head to one of my large brown leather chairs. Ignoring me, she’s seemingly engrossed in the framed photos hanging on my office wall.
“You do extreme sports?” She looks over at me.
“I said sit,” I bark out, not engaging in her question as I jerk open my drawer to grab the bottle of Advil stashed in there and dump three into my mouth and swallow.
“I always wanted to learn how to surf.” She speaks to the picture as she casually moves toward me, her eyes still on my photos.
This shit has to stop now.
“You should. It’s a spiritual experience. Now, I thought we agreed you were dropping the class, yet here we are.” I pull out my chair and drop into it as her eyes trail up my legs to my face.
“Well, I decided that wasn’t best for me,” she fires right back, finally looking at me. My eyes narrow on hers. She’s testing what little patience I have left.
“How do you know Skylar?” I snap. Because what happened this morning seems like days ago, and to be honest, I tuned Skylar out on the whole car ride to my place. I’m guessing they’re sisters? Cousins? Only because they share the same last name.
“She’s my half sister.” Her tone makes her sound about as happy as I am right now, and she finally takes a seat.
I nod. “You do understand CAU is one of the best universities in the world, right? You need to produce. You can’t just think because you have a relative on the staff you won’t be expelled. You must be able to do the work.” I watch the play of emotions on her face. It might be harsh, but it’s true. Something about her seems to bring out the worst in me.
“Excuse me?” she puffs out as if it’s only now dawning on her what I said. She holds up her hands as if she truly is insulted.
“Trust me. Skylar did not help me get in,” she snarls as her nails dig into the leather armrest of the chair.
“I got in here on my own merit. I worked my ass off. I was valedictorian…Got a sixteen hundred on my SATs—”
“Whatever. It doesn’t matter,” I cut her off as her lips and cheeks flush a deep red. “What does matter is that this class is for engineering students—”
“Are you kidding me?” She jumps up and leans her hands on both ends of my desk. “I won the STEM student award last year out of all the seniors in Ohio, Professor Powers. I deserve to be here.”
“Dean. That’s Dean Powers to you.” I stand, and her eyes widen. “We’re finished here.”
When I walk around my desk, she spins to face me.
“I’m not dropping the class,” she announces, her hands clenched like she’s holding herself back from attacking me.
Interesting.
I cock my head, and my eyes dip to her breasts rising and falling in time with her fast panting.
“You don’t want to do this, Alexandrea. I don’t play games. You understand me?” The entire energy in the room has changed. You can almost feel the erotic need we both have. My nostrils flare at her fucking primal scent.
She wants me.
Adrenaline flows straight down to my already-hard cock as I fight myself.
Rules. Remember them? You can’t fuck a student…
Her eyes widen as I move closer, watching her puffy lips slightly tremble. Goddammit, I’m losing this battle. Fuck the rule, I need just one more taste.
“I understand everything.” Her voice is raspy. Her neck pulses rapidly, and I want to suck on it, lick all the way up to those berry-stained lips…
“I mean, you have nothing to worry about.” She puffs out some air as if my presence makes her breathless.
I like that.
“Breathe, Alex,” I command as she puts her hands up to my chest, as if that could actually stop me.
“I just…” She nods and takes a deep breath. “I want you to know I won’t tell anyone about how I heard you tell my sister to suck your cock.” Her eyes widen, her cheeks flushing even more if that’s possible, and all I can think about is how suck and cock sounded coming out of her mouth.
“Oh my God.” She shakes her head. “That came out wrong. What I was trying to say is, I can keep secrets…” Her voice trails off as I lift her and sit her ass on the end of my desk.
“Are you a nasty girl?” Looking down at her, I notice her eyes are almost black.
“What?” She swallows as her voice cracks.
“Does it turn you on to watch? Spying on your sister while she sucks my cock?” I reach to rub my thumb back and forth on her warm, red lips. Her eyes are huge with needy tears.
“Talk to me. It’s okay, you can tell me you’re a naughty girl,” I coax, my head dipping so I’m inches from her lips. Everything is heightened, the danger of getting caught, the rules…