Wiping yesterday’s ink off the white board, I yawn into my second coffee of the day while stretching out my aching muscles. Being with Andie has used ones that I haven’t used in a very long time, if ever. She’s amazing and I’ve never met anyone like her before.

With a secret smile on my lips, I turn to grab a marker from my desk and find Janice Long leaning against the doorjamb with her eyes focused in the vicinity of my ass.

I clear my throat when her gaze doesn’t move. “Can I help you with something?”

Her eyes finally snap to mine as I raise my brows, waiting. I know she’s interested in me, I mean, she has been obvious about it, but I wish she’d get the message that I’m not interested.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt as you get ready for class, but I was wondering if you like Italian food.” She blushes and looks nervous. “There’s a new restaurant opened and I thought it would be nice if we went. Together.” When I stay silent, she nervously adds, “We both eat dinner right? So why not eat it together?”

I open my mouth to answer when she interrupts, “I know you’re probably going to say no, but I just thought instead of eating alone that it would make a change.”

Now I’m going to feel like a right jerk refusing her offer, and it’s a more hesitant offer than previously.

Be honest with her!

“Janice, you know that I’m going to say no, so please stop asking.” Why can’t this woman get a clue that I’m not interested?

As the words leave my mouth students start to trickle in, one being Andie, who looks between us both, a frown crossing her brow.

For now I ignore my girl, and move closer to Janice so that I’m not talking over students. “You see I’m not available. I have a girlfriend who I love very much.” I refuse to meet Andie’s gaze when I sense her listening. “I’m flattered with your interest, but I really would just like to be only colleagues.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.” She backs out the door while looking at the students behind me. “Oh,” she suddenly says before meeting my gaze, “I really do understand now.” I watch as she glances behind me once more before meeting my gaze. “I’ll go...for now.”

I frown wondering what the hell she’s on about, but shove it at the back of my mind so that I can focus on the class, which I’ll be starting in a couple of minutes.

Sneaking a quick look at Andie, I move back to the front of the room and grabbing a blue marker pen, I start writing bullet points on the whiteboard so that I remember to stay on topic.

Writing the last point that I want to cover in todays lesson on the board, an overloud comment reaches my ears, “Pity the rules say students and professors can’t fuck.”

The heat creeps up my neck and into my face so I carry on writing and pretend I haven’t heard anything, but my heart beats rapidly in my chest when I hear, “Have some respect, Jenna,” snarled in a tone that warrants no argument.

“At least I know what it’s like to have a good fuck, bet you can’t say the same, Ms. Celibate.”

My temper starts to boil over at the vicious tone and words said to Andie. I count to five very slowly as I lower the marker to the tray attached to the board and slowly turn around.

Andie looks pale when I search her face and it takes a lot to concentrate so that I don’t drag her into my arms. It would certainly shut the bitch Jenna up. The other girl doesn’t look bothered about the words that came out of her vile mouth and unfortunately this isn’t high school were her parents would be called and she’d be given detention. It’s college, we’re all adults and for that she’s going to get given an extra essay, which she’ll have to pass in order to get through the class.

I narrow my gaze and while the rest of the class file in, I say, “Jenna McCauley, see me after class for an extra assignment. Perhaps you’ll learn that this isn’t high school and I expect everyone to behave as the adults you are.” To Andie, I say, “Andie Foster, please stay also.”

Her eyes briefly meet mine before she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. She nods slightly to acknowledge my words and I want nothing more than to reassure her that she isn’t in any trouble with me. The only person who is now on my watch list, is currently giving me filthy looks from where she’s sulking at the back of the class.

On a heavy sigh, I wonder why I opted for college instead of high school, when there’s no different in the students maturity—some of the time anyway.

“Professor?”

I glance across the room and spot a blonde haired student waving her hand enthusiastically in the air. “Yes, Carrie.”

“Um, is it true that you’re dating Professor Long?” She gives me a sweet smile and I’m sure she’s being put up to asking by the girl beside her. Brenda Carter, her friend, has a habit of flirting with me at every opportunity.

Usually I don’t give any personal information but this is something that I want to shut down immediately. “I am not, and have never, dated Professor Long. Not that it’s anyone’s business but I’m in a serious relationship with someone else who does not work at this college.” I turn my attention to my desk and grab the textbook. “Now, for the reason we are all here...to learn.”

There are a lot of rumbles and moans and some curious stares throughout the lecture. I glance at Andie as much as I do anyone else so by the time the class is over I feel exhausted. Unfortunately it’s the second class of the day so I don’t have the luxury of disappearing home for another few hours.

Unable to hold back a long yawn, I dismiss the class hoping the next one isn’t as tiring as this one has been.

Jenna saunters down to the front of the room and after I’ve handed her an extra assignment, she glares back at Andie.

I wait until the door slams closed and then I quickly check that the coast is clear before I lock the door.

Breathing heavily, I turn and prowl toward Andie who realizing my intent moves from behind her desk.

“What—”

She barely starts her question when I seal my lips over hers. I just need one taste, but I can’t break our connection. My tongue searches for hers and slipping and sliding together, Andie wraps herself around me. My hands grip her ass and turning with her held securely against me, I move to the front of the room and rest her ass on the edge of my desk.

I press between her spread thighs and rotating my hips against her pantie-clad pussy, I really let her feel how desperate I am for her. My lips blaze a hot trail down her neck until I’m lifting her shirt and biting her erect nipples through her bra.

She fumbles with my zipper and finally I feel her hand around my cock as she sets me free.

“Oh God, Sawyer! We have to stop,” she mumbles, while jerking me off.

“I know,” I agree and instead of stopping, I move her panties to one side. “Guide me. I’m not coming unless I’m inside you.”

The minute I feel the head of my cock touching her wet flesh, I slam fully inside her and feel her coming the minute I’m deep. I’m too excited to hold anything back as I come hard. My hips move uncontrollably as I fill her pussy, and the thought of her going to her next class filled with my release has me spilling more.

I growl and grind against her, my thumb rubs her little swollen clit and then she tightens around me, pulsating on my dick as another orgasm grips her.

Panting, she watches me through hooded eyes, which roll back when I slowly withdraw. I glance down and my dick is coated in wetness so when I tug her panties back into place my hand shakes. “You,” I admit, my voice strained, “make me want to be lost on a desert Island with you...alone. No one for miles.”

Making sure I’m put back together, I take Andie by the hand and help her to stand. She’s a little unsteady at first but soon gets her balance. Her skirt falls back into place and I reluctantly pull her shirt back down, hiding high round breasts.

“I can’t believe we’ve just done that in here where anyone could have walked in on us.”

“I’ve never done anything remotely like this before, but at least I locked the door,” I remind her.

“You didn’t lock the two at the back of the room.”

My eyes pop wide when I realize how stupid we’ve been. My only thought was to get inside of Andie as quickly as possible and to hell with everything else.

“I’m sorry.” I run my hands through my hair. “I lost my mind when Jenna opened her mouth.”

She smiles and brushes her fingertips over my forehead. “I was pretty pissed when she opened her mouth as well.” She gives me a small kiss and whispers, “Thank you for defending me.”

“God, I wanted to tell her that you had been well and truly fucked by me, but I figured you’d appreciate the extra assignment gesture instead.”

“Every time we’re together in a sexual way, I always feel well and truly loved. I just wanted you to know that.”

“That’s always my aim.” I tap her on the bottom. “You’re late for your next class.”

“I have a free period. It’s when I usually write out my lesson for the class I take for you.”

“Hmm,” I sling an arm around her shoulders, and suggest. “In that case, I think you need my help.” I frown. “We shouldn’t stay in here though. Perhaps the library? Less tongues will wag if we’re in public.”

“Tongues will wag because you, Professor Lawrence, are never seen hanging around college with female staff or students.”

“You noticed?” I grin.

She rolls her eyes and grabbing her notes and knapsack from her desk, says, “Let’s go and grab coffee and then to the study section of the library.”