I couldn't stop thinking about Professor Elijah and the way he had made me feel in his arms. Those moments of unbridled passion and ecstasy we had shared in the classroom, when I could barely think of anything other than how he was making my body feel, still haunted me.

He was older, dominant, sexy as hell and he had been making me feel all the wrong things, to the point I wouldn't be ashamed to say I'd go on my hands and knees and be his pet, if that was what he wanted of me.

The huge age difference, him being twice as old as I was, and the taboo it constituted, only made things hotter.

When I met him in the library in my skimpiest, sexiest clothes, every cell of my being tingled. My body purred as he took control of me, ready to give me exactly what I craved, but were we going to be silent enough or we might get caught?

"Risky Sex With My Professor"

by Ava Kade