Chapter 5

Five

Maddox

W hat the hell have I done? I never lose control and here I am jacking her off and drinking her sweet cum the second she's close to me. Close. I placed her in my lap, for god's sake. What the hell was I thinking?

I dwell on that for all of two seconds. Could be worse, I guess. I could have done it with her on my desk and legs spread wide open for me. It's not like I haven't thought about it every day I've been dean of BU.

I swing the truck around and point us east and toward my house on the outskirts of town. I take the long way around so I can get my head straight, but the twenty-minute drive isn't nearly long enough for that to happen.

The green glow of the dashboard shows her pulling her plump bottom lip between her teeth, and up to the moment, neither of us has spoken. Part of me wants to pull over and take advantage of the deserted back road we're on and take her right here and right now.

Jesus Christ, where the hell is all this coming from?

The answer is obvious. Her .

The bite of fire roaring through me has ignited every cell in my body. I want more of her. I can still smell her orgasm in the cab of the truck, and it has my dick fighting for release and my balls drawing up tight. It's going to be a long ass night.

I pull into my driveway and kill the engine in a bit of a haze on how we got here. How can one little sweet thing like her cause so much inner chaos? I look at her and feel a spot in my chest warm. What the hell has she done to me?

"This way," I say with little emotion, reaching up and helping her from the cab. She's half my size when her feet hit the loose gravel of the driveway and when her hand settles into mine, it's shaking and triggers a deep-seated need to calm her.

I don't expect the overprotectiveness that grips my guts and hits me full force. A wrecking ball has more finesse, honestly. It takes all I have not to bend and pull her into my arms and tell her the world is not as scary as she may think and that she's not alone. Not when she has me.

I shut that train of thought down fast and let my nearness to her do all the action for me. It will just have to do for both of us.

I hold the door and follow her sweet, tight young ass over the threshold of my home and turn the lock securing us inside for the evening.

Sensor lights flicker on to reveal a spacious open-style living area that seems to please her.

"I don't have much furniture. Not a lot of time on my hands since moving here."

"You don't need a lot. Less is better, in my opinion. Too many people clutter their homes up with things that just collect dust."

Her eyes are taking in everything as she turns in a slow circle. And I take in the real beauty. The thought of another man touching her kills me, and I'm not sure where that comes from all of a sudden.

"I had no idea being the dean of a university paid so well. I might need to rethink my life goals of becoming a lawyer." She gives me an approving smile. Her sweet, soft laugh is filled with a nervous tenor, and there goes that damn need to wrap her in a shield of armor again.

"I take it you like the view?"

When they showed me this house, I instantly fell in love with the same view she can't take her eyes off.

Beyond the full-length windows spanning the north side of my home is a valley coming to life after a harsh northern Maine winter. Greens of every shade you can think of. Professors Elliot and Samuel, my best friends, live on the other side of the valley facing me. They've recently found a new shared love with a student half their age, but just because it works for them doesn't mean it will for me. I'm not into sharing what's mine, but that's not what this is about. Taking someone who has barely started their life and throwing them into the deep end of adulthood wouldn't be fair. Not in my eyes. Layer on the fact I'm the dean and we'd both be slapped with rule books. Then after that humiliation, she'd lose her scholarship and me my job.

I might be one of the youngest deans Blackthorne has seen since being established almost sixty years ago, but the fact still remains I'm sixteen years her senior.

Me, I can handle the judgment that would come down on us and the punishment in its tow, but I'd never let that happen to Amber.

She turns and comes over to me eagerly, the softness of her hair brushing over my forearms where I've rolled my sleeves back. She's so close that to kiss her, all I'd have to do is lean down and take. No, claim my inner voice screams.

She raises her gaze to mine and places her hands on my chest, the wetness of my shirt making the material stick to my skin. The sides of her lips tilt up. "Like it? I honestly can't say I've ever seen something so beautiful. It's breathtaking."

Neither have I, but I'm not looking at trees right now.

Her expression lights up with a million stars in those pretty eyes and something inside me cracks.

I force myself to take a step back. "Let me show you something," I lead the way through the sliding doors, and she follows me out onto the wrap-around deck.

Massive oaks and pines are bathed in the milky light of the moon below us but when the sun hits at high noon, that's my favorite time. "You can see the long stretch of the river and all the nature one can take in from up here, but it's the quiet that is the real treasure. Do you hear that? Not a horn or motor at all. There's not a neighbor for miles around us either." And that's probably for the better, but I don't bother saying so. She has enough to worry about without adding nosy ass people to the list.

But I'll sleep better knowing there isn't a soul out there that will be peeking over any fences to take back news I just walked one of my students through my front door.

"After years in LA and now college and all the hustle and bustle, it's hard to think that there are places like this in the world."

My eyes meet hers. "Indeed. Come. Follow me and let's get you warm and dry."

I turn and lead her upstairs to the one bedroom and bathroom with a shower. This place is the perfect bachelor pad with a deck, pool—the works—but not great for guests.

"After you've taken a shower and are warmed up, feel free to grab some clothes from my closet. T-shirts are in the top left drawer with sweats and socks under that. When you're ready, come down and I'll have something for you to eat."

Her eyes are locked on the floor with her hands clutched together in front of her.

She nods. "Ok. I won't be long."

I wince. Her voice sounds lost and is angel-soft to my ears. It's getting harder to listen to the rational voice in my head telling me to keep my hands to myself. To see her bubbly spirit broken crushes me.

"Take your time. We'll talk some more after you have a minute to yourself."

With a dip of her lashes, she hides her eyes from me and I feel the loss instantly.

"Thank you, Maddox."

I hiss quietly. God, those three small words from her lips might as well be grenades detonating one by one inside me. I don't hesitate. I step in, raising her chin with a light touch and when I see unshed tears in her eyes, my arms are pulling her into my body. Her small frame melds to my larger body. Her dips and grooves finding mine like we're made for each other.

Blood thunders in my ears, and the thought of making her forget all the bad no matter what it takes has my cock jerking with renewed need between us.

"Maddox?" She groans. Actually groans, her delicate hand resting on my back holding me just as tight.

I can feel the hammering of her heart and my lips are on hers kissing her, devouring the sadness I can sense inside her. Her hands slide down my sides and she has those perfect fingers of hers wrapping around the thickness of my cock, stroking me through the material of my slacks before I can stop her. Not that I want to. No sane man would.

Precum slips from the tip of my cockhead to wet the silk of my boxers, causing me to growl into her sweet mouth.

She takes that as a sign and has her hands buried in my hair and mine in hers in the next second.

So fucking wrong and good. But all I can think about is wanting more. More of her mouth all over my body, her pouty pink lips wrapped around my pulsing cock and her swallowing every last drop of my milk down her queen-like throat. She'd suck the soul out of my body if that ever happened and has me ready to lose every ounce of control I have and shoot off in my pants. I want her young, tight, unprotected pussy sliding down every inch of my cock as I find out if her nipples are as delicious as they look.

But I can't forget the stigmas of society which state what we are doing is wrong. It doesn't matter what I think or how we feel, this can't happen.

Somehow with the help of some unseen force, I claw my way out of the lust-filled haze fogging my brain. "You'd be the fucking devil's only weakness," I say, pulling my lips from hers.

I put space between us before I lose all my control and take her on my bathroom counter. "Amber, this can't happen."

Her eyes are glazed over with the same desire running through me and a pretty pink flush over her cheeks.

"Professor?" She looks at me in surprise.

I scrub a hand down my face. "Shit. I'm sorry, Amber." I stumble back and hit the bathroom door. "That shouldn't have happened. None of it should have," I mutter between clenched teeth.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I grit my teeth and clamp my jaw tight, my hands falling to my sides. We lock eyes, and there's no hiding the shock and confusion on her face that I put there.

"I'll be downstairs," I grate out before closing the door behind me.

I need a better plan than have all that temptation at my fingertips but right now I just need to get through the night without sinking my cock between my student's irresistible thighs and fucking her until we both can't stand.