CHAPTER FIVE

MARCUS

“I had a crush on you in college. I knew nothing would ever come of it.” She avoids my shocked stare, pretending fascination with the constellations. “I didn't want anything to come of it because part of your allure was how devoted you were to your wife.”

Nicole's admission puts our past interactions in a new light. How attentive she seemed whenever Cora visited the class. The frequent blushes whenever we spoke.

Suddenly, her feelings back then are crystal clear, and I'm an oblivious idiot for not noticing them.

“I'm not perfect, Nicole, nor am I a paragon for husbands everywhere. I have my faults, and they don't all lie with my inability to have children.”

“Logically, I know that's true, but whatever your flaws, my feelings are the same.” She takes a deep breath. Somehow this next confession seems more important.

“The truth is I came here for you. My friend told me about your divorce, and the hopeless romantic in me took it as a sign to shoot my shot. Maybe I came on too strong by visiting your office earlier, but I wanted to make my interest clear.”

“You certainly accomplished your goal,” I say softly.

Nicole came for me.

How is it possible that this gorgeous woman is so enamored by me when my own wife tossed me aside like last week's garbage?

“Do you think it’s possible for there to be more between us than one weekend?” she asks, vulnerability shining through her voice.

Staring up at the night sky, I contemplate her question. My life post-divorce has been a foggy unknown where I cautiously inch my way forward and pray I don’t trip or walk over a cliff. Relationships and women have been the furthest thing from my mind.

“By your silence, I’m guessing that’s a no.” A forced huff of laughter bursts from her as she hurries to stand. She hops over the window sill like an Olympic athlete going for gold, and I rush to follow her.

“Nicole, wait.”

“No, no, I’m sorry… You didn’t expect to be accosted this weekend, then I showed up at your office imitating some femme fatale, and now I’m becoming a clingy stalker asking about the future.”

Her hips bump into a desk, and a muted curse rings out. If she doesn’t slow down, she’s going to hurt herself in the dark. The staircase is narrow and steep and not meant to be taken at speed.

“Nicole,” I say firmly, hoping to break through her embarrassed spiral. My arm wraps around her waist and tugs her backward until her round ass is flush with my groin. “Breathe, baby. It’s my turn to speak now.”

Tension emanates from her rigid form. It’s incongruous with her soft curves, and I hate that I’m the reason for her nerves. That’s not what I wanted after the confrontation with Cora. Bringing Nicole up here to stargaze was meant to be relaxing.

Dare I say, romantic?

“I don’t know what the future holds for us,” I begin and hold tight as Nicole takes my uncertainty as a sign to escape again. “I’ve never viewed a student like this. As a potential partner. As a lover. You’re the first, and it’s taking me a minute to adjust. But I’m willing to for you.”

“You are?”

I nod, though she can’t see it. “You are… unexpected. After Cora, I planned to be alone for a long time. It’s been decades since I’ve dated, and diving back into that scene sounds exhausting.”

“It is,” she confirms. Slowly, her muscles lose their rigidity as she melts into my embrace. “It’s difficult meeting people in real life, and the apps suck.”

“Exactly. So, you coming to me perfectly wrapped”—the image of Nicole in that tiny skirt and tight shirt springs to mind—“seems too good to be true. Tack on the part where you used to sit in my classes while I lectured… It’s a lot to take in.”

She seeks confirmation again. “But you want to.”

“Shall I show you?” Hesitantly, my hand moves to cup her breast through the knit fabric of her dress. “Let’s use this weekend to learn about each other outside of the teacher/student dynamic. Maybe your crush will burn out after a few days together, or maybe we’ll find there’s something real worth pursuing.”

Nicole arches into my touch and glances up at me. “I’ve harbored feelings for you for years, despite how hopeless the endeavor. I doubt they’re going to burn out anytime soon, but you’re welcome to try and satisfy the flame.” Her body rubs against me like a cat in heat, and I accept the open invitation by sliding another hand between her plush thighs.

“Then it's decided. Now, I owe you an orgasm,” I growl.

Nicole’s breath hitches as my fingers dip past soaked panties to glide across her silken flesh. The taut ring of muscle trembles beneath my circling finger.

She’s primed for my touch, and it amazes me how eager she already is.

“You don’t owe me anything,” Nicole pants. “But I’m not opposed to you fingerfucking me where I took my last final.”

My teeth nip at her neck. “You’ve got a dirty mouth, baby. It’s going to get you in trouble.”

“Please, Professor…”

Fucking hell. When she uses that title, my cock grows harder than a steel pipe, and all it craves is the tight clasp of her cunt milking it dry.

Guess my dirty mind pairs well with that sexy mouth of hers.

Good thing, too, since I'm choosing to go all in with Nicole. Fuck the consequences. The judgment of my colleagues. Of Cora.

“What do you need?” I create enough space to slap her pussy, drawing a garbled moan from her throat. “Does my girl need a little discipline to get off?”

There’s a table behind me, and we shuffle backward until I can rest against the wooden top and shove a leg between Nicole’s thighs, so she’s spread wider for me. My palm spanks her pussy again while my other hand pinches the hard nipple I’ve been toying with.

“Yes…! Mmm… Marcus…”

“It’s Professor or Sir,” I correct, shifting into the role like it’s something I’ve been waiting for my entire life.

Cora and I never role-played or explored much beyond the bedroom. Fucking in an empty classroom or my office was never an option because we just weren’t that kind of couple.

Nicole licks her lips, a shiver tumbling down her spine. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” I reward her obedience by plunging two fingers into her sopping cunt and continuing to alternate pinching and pulling her nipples, the boundaries of her bra and dress softening the pain.

“Are you going to come for me, baby? Are you going to soak your professor’s hand like the naughty little girl you are?”

Instead of words, I get a scream as Nicole shakes with pleasure, the wave of her orgasm dragging my fingers deeper into her pulsing channel, and in response, my own release follows as I grind against her ass, grunting from the rough contact.

Goddamn.

No matter what happens, this weekend will be one to remember.