Angry about their breakup, Professor Melanie Stevenson’s ex-boyfriend shows up at her office with a box of sex toys he claims are hers, and her student, Hunter, is all too eager to encourage her to perform a show-and-tell during their one-on-one lesson.
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THEN THE LECTURE hall drained of students, and she and Hunter were all alone. She packed up the box of sex toys and turned around to find Hunter standing close behind her. “Don’t put them all away yet,” he said. “You promised to teach me.”
He brushed her arm, and she felt the touch in every part of her body, as if he had access to a secret switch inside of her that even she didn’t know existed.
“You told me I needed to learn about how to give my partner pleasure,” he said.
Had she? He seemed to be doing just fine, simply by breathing. His body was cut and built, a work of art and athleticism, easily appreciated even covered up with clothes.
He took off his shirt, and she couldn’t drag in air fast enough. She couldn’t speak. She could hardly stand. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest, she thought she might faint.
He was all hardness and tightly defined muscle. Blond hair on golden skin narrowed to a point like an arrow, with the tip hidden below his waistband. She had no doubt that the part of him his jeans concealed would be just as hard, if not harder, than the rest.
Spontaneous combustion was a definite possibility. Just ogling his perfect body gave her an eye-gasm. He undid his jeans. One button. Then another. She tried to breathe, to regain a semblance of control, but she was panting for him, her brain overloaded through her eyes.
He took the box from her and pulled out the mini bat. “What does this one do … to you?”
Faculty handbook and code of ethics be damned, lust grabbed hold of her whole being, and she instantly transformed into a sex-craving pod person.
Even Simon for all of his movie-star good looks and expert skill had nothing on the young and virile Hunter. Her student embodied every fantasy she’d had since she was a hormonal teenager. He switched on the vibrator, and her body hummed, tuned into the same frequency, even though it hadn’t touched her yet.
“Let’s see what this one can do, Professor,” Hunter said. “I know how much you love your research.”