She reached down to un-strap her high heels.

  I rather liked her in them. So I grabbed her before she undid them and lifted her naked body over my shoulder.

  "Professor Hunter!" she laughed.

  She wouldn’t be laughing in a moment. I lightly nipped at her exposed ass cheek as I ducked underneath the leafy limbs of a weeping willow tree. There was only a little light dancing around as the breeze made the branches sway. I lowered Penny to the ground.

  She looked like she was about to get down on the grass.

  "Don't sit down." I quickly grabbed her hand.

  "Why?"

  "The fertilizer will give you a bad rash."

  She laughed. "Wait are you serious? Why do you know that?"

  Because I’ve gotten that rash. This wasn’t exactly the time to talk about my past sexual encounters. I shrugged.

  "Professor Hunter!"

  "Put your hands on the trunk of the tree."

  "Have you had sex on a golf course before?"

  "Penny, put your hands on the trunk." I glared at her, hoping she’d realize that I was being serious right now.

  She lifted her hands and placed them against the bark.

  Good girl. "Spread your legs." My voice came out tight. I was finding it hard to control myself around her.

  She slowly spread her legs. The wind blew and she shivered, but kept her legs spread.

  Perfection. But I wanted her to arch her back in that sexy way again. "Arch your back," I said and pulled her hair, making her follow my instructions.

  The wind blew again and goosebumps rose on her skin. But she didn’t even flinch. She could probably only feel how desperately she wanted me. It was exactly how I felt. An ache of desire. And I couldn’t wait another second. I’d never been good at waiting. I pulled a condom out of my pocket. As soon as I had it in place, I grabbed her hips and thrust deep inside her greedy cunt.

  She moaned. She was probably still sore from the last time I’d been inside of her. And I knew it was only me. She was still so fucking tight. No one else could give her what she wanted. She liked being fucked. Relentlessly. A line of pleasure and pain so blurred she couldn’t tell the difference. It’s what I craved too. My fingers dug into her hips.

  So I gave her what she wanted. And what I needed. I fucked her harder than she probably knew she could take.

  "Yes!" she screamed.

  Her swollen breasts bounced with each powerful thrust. She pushed her palms against the trunk of the tree and started moving her hips in time with me. Fuck yes. My fingers dug into her flesh and she moaned again. She liked it rough and I knew how to give it to her. I reached around her waist and grabbed her clit between my fingers and squeezed. Hard.

  She started to clench around my throbbing cock.

  God. I rode her release, loving the feeling of her coming on me, her pussy gripping me like a vice.

  But I wasn’t done with her yet. Not nearly. I pulled out and turned her toward me. She needed to make me come. Before I could thrust back inside of her, she grabbed my tie and pulled my face down to hers.

  "James," she said and bit her lip.

  Apparently she wanted it even harder, otherwise she would have been a good girl and called me Professor Hunter like I’d told her to. I grabbed her ass, lifted her up, and pushed her back against the trunk of the tree. So fucking naughty. So fucking perfect. I raised my eyebrow. Is this what you want? I thrust back inside of her wetness. She was so tight I could barely take it.

  "What are you trying to do to me?" I groaned. I pushed into her and pinned her in place as my hands wandered away from her ass. Her legs wrapped more firmly around me as I squeezed her tits. First I’d thought that her hand fit perfectly in my mine. Then I thought that her pussy was made to please my dick. And now her breasts? They fit perfectly in my hands. This woman was made to be mine. I rubbed her nipples and she moaned against my neck.

  Even the sounds she made drove me insane. I grabbed her arms and raised them above her head. If I had any more sensations, I’d explode too soon. I wasn’t done with her yet. My dick moved slowly in and out of her now, savoring the feeling of her around me. And our lips met. Her kiss was as intoxicating as everything else about her. And then it hit me. Everything was too slow. Too intimate. Too heavy. And that wasn’t me.

  I bit down on her lips and slammed back into her.

  "Professor Hunter!" she whimpered.

  I went faster and faster, bringing back the rawness and intensity that I knew she wanted and that I needed. I wanted her to be sore tomorrow. I wanted her to know that she was mine even when we were apart.

  I felt that low pull in my stomach and our orgasms collided. My cock throbbed again and again, more intense than the first time I’d had her. What the hell was that?

  I knew she felt it too. Her whole body was trembling as I pulled her into my chest. My breathing was heavy, rustling her hair. And her ragged breath was warm on the side of my neck. I wasn’t sure how long I held her like that. With us both waiting to catch our breath. But eventually, I pulled out and set her down on her feet.

  I’d fucked her. But I was very aware of the fact that a lot of parts of tonight had felt like more than that. Wasn’t that what I wanted? For this to be more? But I didn’t expect to feel like this…whatever this was. I could have held her forever in my arms. Kissed her slowly. And I wasn’t sure I knew what I wanted anymore. But as I stared at her in the moonlight, I didn’t want to fuck her. I wanted the grass to not be fertilized so I could lay her down gently and… Breathe.

  I dropped my gaze from her exposed breasts and zipped up my pants. I was still in my full suit, that’s how desperately I’d needed her. No self-control. It was like I could feel myself slipping, but I had no will to stop it.

  When I looked back up, she had one arm across her chest and her other hand in front of her pussy.

  "You have nothing to hide from me," I said and moved her arms to her sides. My breathing was still uneven as I took her in from head to toe. Maybe I had nothing to hide from her either. But I knew that it wasn’t as simple when it came to me. She’d be gone as soon as I told her the truth. And I was getting worried that I didn’t know how to exist without her.

  Chapter 24

  Saturday

  Penny ran her fingers through her hair. "Do I look okay?" she asked as she stepped out of the golf cart.

  "Penny, you look stunning." Truly. She had that just fucked look I was growing increasingly fond of.

  "I mean, does it look like we just had sex?" she whispered, even though no one was around.

  I looked at the way her tousled hair fell unevenly on her shoulders. Her dress was wrinkled and a little damp from the dew on the grass. She started to smooth the fabric with her hands to no avail.

  I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Penny, it looks like I just fucked your brains out."

  "Professor Hunter!" she lightly pushed on my chest.

  "That's how I prefer you to look." I straightened my tie. "Now, I believe I owe you a piece of cake." I lifted her into my arms and carried her back to the terrace. She was so light in my arms. And for a moment, I thought I really could be good for her. I could protect her. I could actually have a positive influence on her life instead of a negative one.

  I set her down on her feet and draped my arm across her shoulders as I escorted her back into the restaurant.

  She kept her eyes downcast. It seemed like she was embarrassed like she always was in class. Why? Was it because she was worried she had sex hair? Everyone was staring at her because she was gorgeous. And she didn’t even realize it. I wanted to help her with that. Because she had nothing…nothing to be embarrassed about.

  "Let's eat dessert out here," I said and slid into a booth.

  Her eyes grew round as she stared at me.

  She needed to ignore everyone else. It was just us. Screw the people staring. I wanted her to be so comfortable around me that she stopped caring about everyone else. And a part of me wanted to make sure her attention was always trained on me. Like mine was trained on her.

  Finally, she sat down across from me.

  Jerrod came over with a smile. "Ah, I thought I'd lost you two."

  "I just wanted to give the Mrs. a tour," I said and winked at Penny. But the game didn’t seem as fun anymore. Eventually she’d discover all my demons. She’d leave. Just the thought made my throat feel tight. Maybe we weren’t a one-time thing anymore. But each time we were together like this could be the last. She’d run away from me eventually. Everything good did.

  "Of course. Did you two still want the chocolate lava cake?"

  "Yes, Jerrod. Thank you."

  "We kept it warm for you. I'll be right back."

  A moment later Jerrod came back carrying the cake and two glasses of water. "Anything else I can get for you?"

  "That will be all for us this evening."

  "It was a pleasure meeting you both. I hope to see you again soon."

  "Have a good night, Jerrod," I said. I took a bite of cake and watched Penny as her lips wrapped around her fork. How was it possible that she could even make eating look sexy?

  "There is one more thing we need to discuss," she said.

  "And what is that?"

  She leaned forward slightly. "My grade.”

  I smiled. "What about it?"

  "You gave me a C- when I deserved an A."

  "Penny, it would be very unprofessional of me to give you favoritism." And according to Ian, a surefire way to get fired.

  "As unprofessional as what you just did to me on the golf course?"

  I set my fork down on the plate. "Touché."

  "So you'll change it back?"

  "Penny, I've always had it recorded as an A."

  Her eyebrows pinched together, creating an adorable v in her forehead. "But. My paper. It said C-."

  "And you think if I wanted to whiteout every single word on a sheet of paper I wouldn't just get another one?"

  "You were just trying to upset me?" She glared at me.

  "No, I was trying to seduce you."

  "So everything played out just like you wanted?" There was no longer lust in her eyes. She looked genuinely pissed. And I didn’t really understand why. The ruse had worked. We were sitting here because of what I’d done. Regardless, I didn’t want to finish our date this way. Even if what I’d said was true. I pulled my wallet out of my pocket.

  "No. Not at all. Like I told you before, I can't stop thinking about you. I thought if I let myself give in to the temptation then I could move on. But I'm more addicted to you than ever." The words just slipped out. Addicted to her? I clenched my jaw for a second, but immediately relaxed because she looked so relieved. She liked that thought. Me being addicted to her. My eyes fixated on her lips again for just a moment. If only she knew.

  I set a hundred dollar bill on the table for Jerrod’s tip. "I guess I should get you home. Your roommate is probably wondering where you are." Hopefully. If Melissa Monroe was a good friend she’d be very worried indeed. But I’d found Penny in perilous situations before that could have been avoided if she’d had a good friend looking out for her. I needed to find out more about Melissa, that was for sure. I helped Penny to her feet.

  As we waited for the valet to grab my car, Penny began to shiver. I took off my suit jacket, draped it over her shoulders, and pulled her in close. "Maybe your roommate will find your story more believable if you wear this back to your dorm."

  She leaned into me. "I barely believe that I'm dating you, so it'll be hard to convince someone else that it's true."

  I rested my chin on the top of her head. Another perfect fit. I could have stood there keeping her warm in my embrace for the rest of the weekend. But the valet pulled up. What little private time we had was over.

  We were both quiet as I drove back to campus. It felt wrong that on Monday we’d have to pretend tonight hadn’t happened. That she’d have to just be one of my students. It wasn’t what I wanted. I moved my right hand to the center console. She immediately slid her hand into mine. We intertwined our fingers and I had a feeling she was trying to hold on to this moment too.

  "What will happen if someone finds out that we're dating?" she asked.

  "It's frowned upon, but the university's policy isn't explicitly stated in their handbook. It's more a question of ethics than anything else."

  "You've looked it up?"

  I glanced at her. "Yes."

  "So you won't actually get in trouble?"

  "That depends on a lot of things."

  "Like what?"

  "Well, if there was even a whisper of sexual harassment, I would get fired. Or if someone in your class found out about us and thought you were getting favoritism, they could file a complaint. Or..."

  "I'm not going to tell anyone, Professor Hunter."

  "Then I don't think we have anything to worry about."

  "Would you still have pursued me if the university's policy was explicitly against it?"

  I’d already started pursuing her before Ian had looked up the university’s policy. I couldn’t stop myself. And if I had looked it up beforehand and it had been against the rules? I doubted I would have stopped. I’d already tried to walk away. I’d tried to tell myself this was wrong. But here I was anyway. "Yes.” I squeezed her hand.

  "Even though you could get fired?"

  I didn’t need this job. But I loved being a professor. I’d taken a lot of risks in business. It was about figuring out if the risks would pay off. And with Penny, I knew she was worth it. Any time I had with her was worth it. I took a long slow breath. One of the easiest ones I’d ever taken. Yes, she was worth this feeling. "I know that you want this just as much as I do. I believe that my ethics are sound, so no one can make me question them." But I knew it wasn’t that simple. If we got caught, I wasn’t sure if anyone would buy that. This was wrong no matter how right it felt.

  We drove in silence for a few minutes.

  "What did your startup company do?" she asked.

  "Tech."

  "What happened to it?"

  These were the kind of questions I didn’t want to get into. I just wanted to live in the moment rather than being clouded by my past. "I sold it. But I still have a seat on the board."

  "Then why are you teaching?"

  "For the same reason I left New York. I needed a change."

  "And if it wasn't because of how loud and busy the city was, then what was it? A midlife crisis?"

  I laughed. "How old do you think I am, Penny?"

  "Actually, I thought you were probably a grad student when I met you in the coffee shop. You can't even believe how shocked I was when I found out you were my Comm professor."

  I laughed again. When we met, I’d hoped she was a grad student too. If only life had been so simple. "So take a guess," I said.

  "Well, professors have to go to grad school and then get their masters to teach, right?"

  "Yes, but I didn't do that. I was busy running a company in my early twenties. They granted me an honorary degree at the last university I worked at if I agreed to teach a few entrepreneurship classes in their master's program. I have the same arrangement here."

  "So, maybe you're…29?"

  "Close. I'm only 27." It was a relief that she guessed that I was older. It made me believe that the age difference didn’t bother her. She was only six years younger than me. That wasn’t a big deal. In any other situation it wouldn’t be a problem at all. The issue we were facing was solely the fact that I was her professor. And that wasn’t lasting. In a few months, she wouldn’t be in my class anymore.

  But she stayed completely silent. Maybe the age difference was a big deal to her. I pulled up outside of her dorm and cut the ignition. "What, you're sad that I'm not older?"

  She laughed. "No. No, that's not it. I just..." she paused, searching for the right words.

  But I knew exactly what she was thinking. This was going to be hard. She had nothing to worry about though. If our relationship did go public and there was any backlash, I’d take the blame. My life was already fucked up. And I was determined not to fuck hers up too. I leaned in and kissed her. God, her exhales were sweeter than air. "Like I said, you have nothing to worry about."

  Chapter 25

  Sunday

  “So…” Dr. Clark said.

  We’d kind of just been staring at each other for a few minutes, waiting for the other person to start talking. I’d almost cancelled today’s session as well because my mind was too foggy. I was worried I’d let something personal slip. And that fear was why I’d made myself come. I was pretty sure I wanted to get the secret that I was fucking a student off my chest. Because I needed help figuring out what to do. Because if I was being honest with myself…it was a whole lot more than fucking.

  I shrugged back in response. During our last conversation he hadn’t understood what I was telling him about my lack of self-control around Penny. He’d dismissed it as a non-issue. But he’d been wrong. I thought I’d figured out a way around the issue. To have Penny once. Only once. And then it would be over. But since I’d seen Dr. Clark, I’d fucked Penny twice. I’d bought a freaking country club so we could date and not get caught. I was out of control. Literally. And Dr. Clark had done nothing to prevent it from happening.

  “Are you just going to sit there silently for the next 55 minutes?” he asked.

  “What would you like to talk about?”

  He started flipping through his notebook. “I don’t know, James. We could discuss the fact that you haven’t been sleeping? Or talk about your trust issues?” He flipped a few more pages. “Your lack of communication with your family? Your new fear of commitment?” He flipped another page.

 

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