His hands were on my bare ass, squeezing as I pushed down on him to the point I could feel his balls against my butt. It wasn’t long before he reached his own climax. I collapsed against him, seeking respite, but he wasn’t finished.
He stood, with me still straddling him and his cock firmly planted within me and carried me to his bed where he took the lead. The movement instigated another building climax. After another round of furious lovemaking, we laid in his bed, snuggled together. I was absolutely spent.
“What are we doing?” I asked, needing to know. I needed to protect my heart from this man.
“I don’t know, but can we keep doing it?” he joked.
I chuckled. “Sure, I’d like that,” I said, not sure if that was what I really felt. “That’s good enough for me, for now,” I added.
He pulled me in close, and we basked in the afterglow of the best sex I’d ever had. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by thinking of anything else. Talk of a relationship or lack of same would ruin this glorious day. I would worry about it later. All that mattered was what I was feeling at this moment, and I wanted to cherish it for as long as I could.
“I need to get going,” I said, finally finding the strength to get up.
I quickly dressed, he walked me to the door and gave me a long, heated kiss before saying he would see me tomorrow. I knew there wouldn’t be any more awkwardness between us. It would be hard to keep the looks toned down, but we could. We had scratched the itch.
Chapter Thirty-One
Ian
“Professor Dunlap?”
I looked up to see Jennie standing in front of my desk—again. Her idea of what my favorite student would be and mine were extremely different.
“Yes?”
“Uh, I seem to be having some trouble. I can’t afford for my average to slip and if I don’t get an A on this assignment, that would be really bad. Do you have a few minutes to help me?”
“Help you with what, Jennie?” I asked, trying to hide my frustration. What we had been covering with the ecosystem and water conditions was all very basic. If she was struggling now, I was seriously wondering how she would ever make it
through finals week.
She sighed. “I don’t understand what you’re asking us to do with the assignment you gave today.”
I cleared my throat. “We’ve been talking about coral reefs and the bleaching that has been happening. Right?”
She nodded. “Yes, and I mean, I get it, but what you’re asking us to do doesn’t make sense to me.”
I watched her body language. I didn’t believe she was lost or confused. The girl was very intelligent. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand the assignment, it was more that she didn’t want to put in the time and energy.
“The assignment is fairly straightforward. I want you to tell me what you think those bleached reefs are going to look like in ten years. I want you to explain what kind of ecosystem there will be. How will it differ from what we’ve known and studied over the past several decades.” I did my best to keep calm, but she was seriously pissing me off. Plus, I didn’t want to have to repeat myself. I wanted to think about Tessa.
I had already taught, so now it was my time to reminisce and fantasize about the many things I wanted to do to Tessa’s beautiful body. Jennie was interrupting my daydreaming, and I didn’t like it.
A hand went to her too-skinny hip as she narrowed her gaze at me. “I understood that, but don’t you think the assignment is vague? How can you possibly grade us on predictions?”
I looked at her, blinked. “What?”
She kept yammering. I had grown bored with her questions, and now, Tessa was front and center of my thoughts. Jennie and her bitching were like white noise, but an irritating white noise—like a mosquito buzzing near your ear.
When Tessa walked through the door, I smiled. “Hi,” I said, cutting off Jennie’s complaining.
“What’s up?” she asked, looking from me to the petulant student listing the many reasons she couldn’t possibly complete the ridiculous assignment I had given out.
I gave her a look that expressed my frustration. “Jennie here isn’t okay with the assignment. Doesn’t feel it’s gradable. Right, Jennie? Is that the gist of your problem with the assignment?” I asked, trying my best to sound reasonable.
The young woman with the beady eyes turned to Tessa. “He’s simplifying it a bit more than I would like, but in a nutshell, yes. It isn’t possible for us to predict the future, which means he can’t grade us on what I predict.
Tessa smiled. I knew that smile. Little Miss Jennie was about to get informed. I leaned back in my chair, clasped my hands behind my head, and raised an eyebrow, encouraging Tessa to answer the girl. This will be fun.