Chapter 8

8

Adrianna paused in the doorway, her heart pounding as she gazed at Mickey Hanks.

She was dressed to kill. This was a dangerous game she was playing, but the thrill of the forbidden only made her want him more.

Mickey looked up from the stack of essays he was grading, his glasses sliding down his nose. Adrianna bit her lip, watching the play of emotions across his face - surprise, desire, panic.

"Adrianna, what are you doing here?" His voice was rough with restraint.

She sauntered into the room, hearing the door click shut behind her. "I couldn't stay away."

He stood up so quickly his chair toppled over. "This is madness. You have to leave, now."

But she could see the truth in his eyes, the hunger that matched her own. She slid her hands up his chest, fisting them in his shirt. "Make me."

A groan eluded him as his resolve crumbled. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her against him. "Adrianna, you drive me to distraction."

Triumph flooded her, even as a new ache blossomed low in her belly. She tilted her head up, her lips a whisper from his.

"Then stop fighting it, Mickey."

When his mouth claimed hers, hot and demanding, she knew she had won. The thrill of the forbidden had led them to this point of no return, and she couldn't bring herself to regret it. Not when being with him felt so right.

She opened her mouth under his, deepening the kiss. His hands slid down to grip her rear, pressing her tighter against him. She could feel his desire straining against her belly, and it made her dizzy with need.

He broke away, chest heaving. "This is wrong. I could lose my job, my career..."

She placed a finger over his lips. "Shh. No one will know. It can be our secret."

The struggle in his eyes made her ache. She wanted him to give in, to choose her above all else.

Finally, he growled and captured her mouth again. She gasped into the kiss as he lifted her onto the desk, papers and books scattering. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the hem of her dress higher.

"So beautiful," he muttered, lips skimming down her neck. "And so wicked."

A thrill ran through her at his words. She wanted to be everything he desired, and more.

When his fingers brushed against her panties, she cried out softly. He froze, and for a moment panic rose in her chest. But then he was tugging them down her legs, a smug smile curling his lips.

"Shall I stop now, or do you want more of my wickedness?"

She gripped his shirt, impatience and need warring within her. "More," she breathed. "Give me everything."

With a low chuckle, he stepped between her thighs. She gasped as she felt him pressed against her entrance, hard and insistent.

Adrianna leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "The door isn't locked."

His sharp intake of breath sent a thrill through her. She nipped at his earlobe, felt his grip on her waist tighten.

"Anyone could walk in," she continued, sliding her hands under his shirt. His skin was warm, the muscles of his stomach clenching under her touch. "Would you stop if they did?"

"Adrianna," he groaned, but she could hear the desire in his voice. She smiled against his neck, her hands drifting lower.

"I wouldn't." Her fingers danced across his belt buckle. "The risk makes it all the more exciting, don't you think?"

He surged forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She gasped into his mouth, heat pooling low in her belly. His tongue slid against hers, hungry and demanding, and she responded in kind.

When he pulled back, they were both breathless. "You're going to be the death of me," he said, but his eyes were dark with want.

She reached up, tangling her fingers in his hair. "At least you'll die happy," she teased, brushing her lips over his once more.

He groaned, the sound vibrating through her. "Happy is not the word I would use." His hands slid under her dress again, fingers curling over the lace of her panties. "Insatiable. Famished. Crazed with lust, maybe."

"Those sound perfect to me," she breathed, tilting her head to give him better access as his lips trailed down her neck.

"Perfectly wicked," he agreed.

She crowded closer to the Professor, running her hands over his chest and shoulders. His eyes darkened as she undid the buttons of his shirt one by one, baring his skin to her eager touch.

"Adrianna," he said again, but the protest was weak. She could feel how much he wanted this, wanted her, in the hard length pressing against her belly and the quickening of his breath.

"Shh," she whispered, lifting his hand to her breast. He groaned, fingers curling around the soft flesh as she arched into him. "We both know this is what we've been craving."

He swallowed hard, but didn't deny it. Adrianna smiled, trailing kisses along his jaw as she reached for his belt. He tensed, gaze flickering to the door, but she soothed him with a nip to his lower lip.

"No one will come in," she promised, popping the button of his trousers open. "Now, relax, and let me take care of you..."

She sank to her knees in front of him, tugging his pants and boxers down around his thighs. His erection sprang free, hard and flushed, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

The Professor sucked in a sharp breath as she curled her fingers around the base of his cock. "Adrianna, we can't - oh God..."

She stroked him, relishing the feel of him in her hand and the strangled moan that escaped him. "Shh," she said again. "Just enjoy."

And then she leaned in and took him into her mouth.

His hips jerked in surprise and pleasure, hands flying to grip her hair. Adrianna set a steady rhythm, gazing up at him through her lashes as she worked. The Professor was utterly captivated, torn between watching her and throwing his head back in ecstasy.

She could feel his thighs trembling under her hands and hear the harsh rasp of his breathing. He was close, so close, coming undone under her ministrations. Adrianna increased her speed, hollowing her cheeks, and he shattered with a bitten off cry.

She swallowed around him, licking him clean as he slumped back against the desk. When she pulled away, the Professor was staring at her with something like awe.

"My perfect, wicked girl," he said, tugging her to her feet.

The Professor kissed her then, deep and claiming, and Adrianna sank into it with a sigh. By the time they parted, her lips were tingling.

A knock on the door shattered the moment. They froze, panic flooding Adrianna's senses as she scrambled out from under the desk. The Professor was already doing up his trousers, color draining from his face.

"Professor Hanks?" came a muffled voice from outside. "Are you in there?"

Adrianna dove for the stacks of books and papers on a nearby table, hiding behind them just as the door creaked open. She didn't dare to breathe, heart pounding.

"Professor, I wanted to ask - oh, my apologies. I didn't realize you were busy."

"Quite alright, Jenkins," the Professor said, remarkably composed. "What can I help you with?"

Adrianna bit her lip, hardly daring to hope. Would he leave? Please, God, let him leave .

"It can wait until tomorrow, sir. Again, my apologies for the intrusion."

"Not at all. I'll see you in class." The door closed again, and Adrianna collapsed against the desk in relief. The Professor caught her, pulling her into his arms.

"That was too close," he said, voice rough.

She looked up at him, at the worry and longing in his eyes that surely echoed her own. "I know," she whispered. But she already yearned for the next time they would shatter their resolve and give in to this madness once more.

Adrianna wiped the lingering taste of sin from her lips, gaze locked with the Professor's. His eyes were dark, haunted, but she saw the truth in them as clearly as she felt it in her pounding heart.

They were two souls irrevocably intertwined, and not even the fires of hell could destroy the bond between them.

"You're thinking too loudly again," he said, but his hand was gentle against her cheek. She leaned into his touch, unable to stop herself. "We agreed this has to end."

"I don't want it to end," she whispered. "Not now, not ever."

He closed his eyes, jaw tightening. "Adrianna, please. Be reasonable."

"I can't. You're asking the impossible." She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him close. "Don't make me."

The Professor's breath hitched, and she felt the exact moment his resolve shattered. His hands came up to cradle her face, tilting it up to meet his kiss. It was hungry, desperate, filled with all the love and longing they could no longer deny.

Adrianna melted into his embrace, her heart soaring. They had already fallen too far to turn back now. The path before them was unclear, fraught with obstacles and dangers untold, but as long as they faced them together, she had no fear.

Their forbidden love would light the way.