Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“Of course, I can sign it,” he says, presumably grabbing a book and signing it. “Who do I make it out to?”
“Maise Lee,” she eagerly says. “It means so much to me that you’re doing this.”
“It’s nothing really.” I can hear him closing the book and sliding it across the desk. “I hope you enjoy everything we do this semester.”
“I know I will!” she says with a quiet laugh. “It’s so exciting because I’ve just been obsessed with your work for so long. Are you working on anything new?”
Maise kicks her feet as she speaks, nearly hitting me under the desk, so I pull my hand away from Dr. Griffin’s cock and try to stay still.
“Not at the moment,” Dr. Griffin replies. “I’ll be on sabbatical next year, though, to try and write a new novel.”
They continue talking for a few more minutes while I try to avoid Maise, and then she finally leaves. When Dr. Griffin is confident she’s gone, he rolls back again and helps me off the ground. He stares down at me with an apologetic look, brushing his fingers against my arm gently.
“I should probably get going,” I say, grabbing my bag and throwing it over my shoulders.
“Are you sure?” He steps around the desk to face me. “What just happened was something else.”
“It’s a little risky, don’t you think?” I look out the door where Maise came from. “If we get caught, what’ll happen?”
He clearly wants me to change my mind, to drop to my knees once again and finish what I started, but I don’t think I can do it. At least not here and now. He nods his head and pulls his arms away from me before grabbing his own briefcase.
“Then I’ll just see you in class tomorrow,” he says with a wry smile.
3
GABRIEL
As soon as I get home, I open my laptop and search for Grace online. My desire for her reaches far beyond the physical. Something within her calls to me, and I want to know everything I can about her.
I find her social media accounts and pull up pictures of her with friends, at concerts, beaches, and hiking in the woods. There's no indication she has a boyfriend, and that makes sense, considering what she told me. Knowing that she's never been touched the way I touched her only makes me want her more. I want to be the first to show her how to make love, to teach her everything I know, and to be the only man she ever loves.
I find one photo of her in a tiny string bikini, holding a starfish in her hands excitedly, and I immediately start rubbing my cock. What was about to happen in my office would have been a dream come true. Since the moment I laid eyes on her, she’s been on my mind. No woman has ever had this effect on me, and I almost don’t understand it.
The other student had to come in at the worst possible moment. It feels like some kind of cosmic joke being played on me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to teach a class with Grace in it all semester without dealing with these feelings.
The next day, everyone comes to class as expected, including Grace. Maise sits in the front row near her just to remind me of what I missed out on. Throughout the entire class, I find it hard to focus on anything but Grace. Once again, she’s wearing a mini skirt that shows off too much of her thighs, and the cardigan she wears is tight enough that I can see every curve of her body. It’s hard not to imagine what lies underneath all of it.
To avoid looking unprepared or distracted, I break the class into groups to discuss the readings and sit down at my desk, watching over them all. Grace sits in a group with two other boys in the class, and I can see how they look at her. Their eyes fall to her chest and legs, hardly able to focus on the task. I feel my blood pressure rising at the idea of one of them thinking about her in that way. She’s not for any of them; she’s all for me.
As the class ends, Grace lingers behind, slowly putting books back in her bag. To my dismay, Maise lingers as well. It seems like both of them are waiting to be the last person left in the classroom with me.
While they wait, I pull up the teacher portal on my computer, looking for room reservations to see when the next class will be in the room we are in. Thankfully, it seems like I’m the last for the day.
“Miss Simmons,” I call from over the screen, pretending to look uninterested. “I have some of those recommendations for you.”