CHAPTER TWO

MARCUS HILL

There's a knock on my office door, and after glancing at the clock, I sigh, rubbing my palms over my tired eyes. Office hours ended a while ago, and we're officially on Fall Break.

Who would want to see me now?

The knock sounds again.

Clearing my throat, I straighten in my chair and call out for the stranger to come in. Except, as the door creaks open, a familiar face is revealed—a previous student, though her name escapes me. She must be on campus for the reunion festivities.

But why is she here?

And dressed like that?

A short checkered skirt grazes the bottom of her round ass and a white button-down shirt is tucked into the waistband. Although those buttons—the few that aren't left undone—strain against her generous breasts, leaving little to the imagination.

What are you doing? Stop looking at her chest !

I really must be exhausted if I'm checking out a former student. That's always been a hard line for me.

“It’s nice to see you again…”

“Nicole Kennedy.”

Ignoring the way her husky tone settles in my dick, I ask, “How can I help you, Nicole?”

She sashays across the room, her wide hips swinging back and forth in a mesmerizing pattern, and involuntarily my cock starts to harden.

This is wrong.

Has Cora's inexcusable behavior rubbed off on me? Instead of having an affair with a staff member like she did, I go for a woman at least fifteen years my junior.

“You should be asking me how I can help you.” There's a sultry note in her voice before—one not from a girlish student but that of a mature woman.

A woman who knows what she wants.

Blood rushes through my veins, straight down to my cock.

Shit, it's been too long since I've gotten laid if Nicole has this much of an effect on me with barely a word spoken between us. She's not the first person to proposition me since my divorce, but she is the first one to tempt me to end my celibacy.

“I'm not sure what you've heard, but this isn't—”

“Shhh…” She holds a finger to her pouty lips, lip gloss creating an enticing sheen on the plump flesh. “I've heard the terrible news of how you've been treated, Professor.”

Nicole circles my desk and slides her ass along the edge until she stands between my spread legs. Bending forward, her hands land on my shoulders and begin massaging the tight muscles, eliciting an unbidden groan of relief.

“You've been treated very badly, but don't worry. I'm here to make up for that error. I'm going to treat you very, very well.” The last word is whispered in my ear, and I get a whiff of her intoxicating scent. Hot ginger. A unique aroma befitting the brazen woman before me.

As a student, Nicole was never afraid to speak her mind, but she’d always been respectful, polite. This version, however... It's been five years since I had her in my class. Since I've seen her. And she grew up in that time—into a curvy seductress bent on seducing me , her former teacher and a man almost twice her age.

“Nicole, you must go. This isn’t appropriate, and if anyone saw us—”

“They wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it,” she finishes, one dark brow arching as her lush body lowers to the carpeted floor until her face is parallel to my throbbing dick. The damn organ threw propriety out the moment Nicole appeared like a fucking wet dream, primped and primed for sex.

With me.

“I’m not a student anymore. I haven’t been for a long time,” she drawls, her nimble fingers unbuckling my belt and slacks to dip into my boxers.

Why am I not fighting harder?

Nicole is sexy as fuck, but this isn’t right.

It can’t be.

“That doesn’t negate the fact that you were once my student. I used to teach you in the class across the hall.” My hands dive into her wavy hair with the intention of pushing her away, instead, they tighten on her scalp, pulling her closer.

It’s like she sucked all the willpower out of my body the moment she showed up in that skimpy miniskirt—her thick curves on full display.

“And that’s what makes this hot.” Nicole smirks then purses her lips to kiss the swollen head of my cock. “Imagine if I’d snuck under your desk right before class and sucked you off while you explained photosynthesis to everyone.” She punctuates her point with a wet lick of her tongue before swallowing my heavy length whole.

“Fuck! Nic…”

Her bright eyes stare up at me, full of mischief, knowing full well what she’s doing to me. Her pale breasts wobble with each bob of her head, testing the strength of those measly shirt buttons, and I itch to tear the damn fabric apart to free them. To feel their generous weight in my palms.

“You make me so hot, Professor,” Nicole whispers, and I catch the fidgeting of her thighs as she rubs them together.

Damn, she's getting wet from blowing me. I haven't even gotten the chance to pinch her nipples or rub her clit or…

Another strong pull of her mouth derails the filthy thoughts from becoming reality. It’s been over a year since my dick has felt anything but my hand.

So. Fucking. Long.

Which is the only excuse I have for coming so quickly.

“Damn, baby…” My release shoots down Nicole’s throat as she hums in approval, swallowing every last drop, before pulling back and wiping a dainty finger across her lips.

Bending forward, I capture her flushed cheeks between my palms and press my mouth to hers—the temptation of that sinful mouth too much to resist.

But the kiss doesn't last long before she slides from my grasp and whispers, “Find me at tonight’s cocktail party,” then practically skips out the door.

My body is sated, but my mind is spinning.

What the hell just happened?