The Professor's Second Chance Mate

Chapter 16b

Right. I was thinking sexy thoughts and sitting in the front row. He could probably smell my arousal. Whoops. Blushing scarlet, I bit my lip to hold back my smirk. I kind of loved that I could affect this supposedly unfluffable man in that way.

Pushing all dirty thoughts aside, reluctantly, I determinedly focused all my attention on ‘leadership principles for business’ - today’s lecture topic. It was dull enough to hamper my s*x drive.

As class ended, he announced that he needed to collect our papers on the way out.

I was tempted to leave it and bolt. I didn’t trust myself to be in the same room with him when he looked like s*x on a stick. He had other plans.

“A word please, Mr. Chambers, Miss Waters, and Miss Lopez.” The class filed out, and soon it was just the other two students and I in the room with the professor of my dreams.

He handed a paper to a girl I assumed was Miss Lopez. “I understand where you are coming from, far more than you could imagine. I looked up your record. You are brilliant. You can be whatever you want. I’d like you to think about what that is. Once you realize that it’s not seeking the approval of others, you will be a force to be reckoned with.”

Well, that’s cryptic. I said to Maya.

Right. Now I want to read what she wrote. Is she making moves on our mate? Maya snarled. Suddenly, visions of Scrappy-Doo, “yelling, let me at ‘em,” popped into my head. It may be old, but Scooby was one of my favorite cartoons. While everyone else hated Scrappy, I loved the feisty Great Dane pup’s drive to protect those he loved.

“Mr. Chambers, your goals interest me.” He continued, “I have quite a lot of experience with real estate holdings and construction. I’m always keeping my eyes open for talented young people. I’ll be watching you.”

“Thank you,” he stammered, seeming both confused and flattered. But then again, no one would expect that their small town professor was really a billionaire business mogul on a teaching break. Gileson’s pack holdings were substantial, but his name wasn’t widely known outside of supernatural circles. He was the fly under the radar type of business owner who hired others to delegate to and to be the face of the company. That’s how my dad’s and outside pack businesses were too. It puts a buffer between pack business and the human world, an extra firewall sort of thing.

And then it was just us.

When he stepped into my space, I sucked in a breath. Mistake. His intoxicating scent almost made me moan. Judging by the little twitch of a smirk I spotted, he knew exactly what I was thinking. No one had made me feel this way before. He made me feel wanted, desired, needed, with just a look. I couldn’t imagine how intense it would feel when his hands were actually on me.

Yes, you can. That’s exactly why he asked us to stay behind. We were imagining the hell out of that, Maya smirked in my head. I instinctively clenched my thighs together as he leaned in close and took a long deep pull of scent.

“Delicious,” he hummed. “But darling, you have to try and reign in those thoughts of yours during class. All I could think about is ripping off those tiny shorts, bending you over this desk and slamming myself deep inside you. Over and over again until you screamed my name so loud that the whole campus heard it.”

Sign me up, Maya whimpered.

I flushed, heat pooled in my butterfly-filled belly as I imagined bracing my hands on the desk, while he gripped my hips and thrust his steel rod into me. I gasped, remembering how big it was? Seriously, would it rip something in there? How hard do they get? No doubt it would feel a hell of a lot better than my fingers. Otherwise, why do people do it?

His pained groan jolted my thoughts. “Alas, your first time cannot be like that,” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

“I’m ok with that,” I heard myself whisper. Goddess, when did I become a b***h in heat? I’d never really been interested in anyone, but this man had me quivering with a few words. I bet I could o****m just from the sound of his voice. Then there’s his scent.

“No, my darling. It will be special for you. And for me too. It’s been two decades since I’ve been with a woman.”

“What? Really? Why? I thought maybe you were just telling me that to make me feel better or something... You’re ridiculously hot. You’d have women throwing themselves at you. Especially as the Alpha. I mean women here are constantly trying to get your attention,” I rambled.

“Oh, try they do, constantly.” He shot me a cheeky grin in response to my growl. “But I never wanted any of them. The only s****l attention I’ve received since Darla died was from my right hand.” My eyes flicked to said right hand, resting on my hip. “And darling, I will never ever lie to you. About anything.”

That turned me on so much. I sensed his sincerity and knew he was telling the truth. I could also sense that I was a millisecond from grabbing his d**k and slamming my lips on his.

“For our first time, you deserve more than a quick, furious f@ck on my desk. Oh, we’ll do that too, darling, soon hopefully.” He added lightly, as he saw my look of disappointment. He peppered kisses on my neck, my belly dipped and swirled with need. My arms were wrapped around his back and if anyone walked in this time it would be pretty damn obvious this was not a platonic conversation.

“Our first time will be in my bed. I’m going to cherish you, worship you, explore you, and taste every ounce of you. And only after I’ve already made you come thrice, then, and only then, will I love you so long and so hard that the only word you’ll remember is my name. And when I sink my teeth into your pretty neck and claim you as mine, you’ll know that I’m dedicating myself to you, all of me. Everything I am, everything I have, is for you. When I say you are mine, I mean I am yours.” The words fell so smoothly from his lips.

Holy. F@cking. Moon. Goddess.