Grant’s eyes opened to meet the day. The events of the previous night flooded into his mind all at once, and a wave of guilt rushed over him. He didn’t even know where to begin with where he’d gone off the rails.

It’d been a lot of fun, other than not fucking her, of course, plus the time he spent worried before he’d yanked her out of the club. She lay there in his bed, the light from the window haloing her hair. She looked like an angel. A dirty, naughty little angel.

The worst part was she’d been intoxicated. Not much, but enough to make him question things. He knew she’d been cognizant enough to know what she was doing, and he knew how bad she wanted him.

He’d been slightly intoxicated too. Enough to lower his inhibitions to where he had no problem fucking her mouth. Regret settled in the pit of his stomach. He’d lowered the walls of self-control just enough to let a student suck his dick, and now she lay in his bed.

What’s done is done.

What was he going to do now? Talk to her about it? Do it again?

Of course not. He couldn’t. It was a horrible idea.

It didn’t matter if they both wanted each other. He had a career to think about, and her future as well.

What he wanted was to leave it at that. They had some fun. Now, the fun was over. There was no way she was going to go for it, though. The age gap and the ethical considerations all pointed to the obvious answer.

He tried to rationalize a possible relationship, but it only stoked the flames of regret higher. She was going to wake up thinking there would be a relationship.

This is bad.

How did he think she’d react? She was going to suck his cock and that’d be the end of it? He should’ve gone ahead and fucked her last night, and then ended it today. So at least there would be finality.

But, he stared at her in his bed. His button-down rode up her thigh, and he already had a morning erection from hell. The sight of her only sent more tension straight into his dick. He wanted to yank that shirt up and fuck an orgasm out of her.

But this could turn into a scandal unlike anything he wanted to even think about. Once word got out, it would ruin them both.

Whether she was an adult or not, it went against university policy. He’d be dismissed immediately, and it would follow him around wherever he went. And now, if he passed her, everyone would claim nepotism.

He stormed out of the room to make a cup of coffee. If he remained any longer, he’d have to find out what it felt like to be inside her sweet pussy. And the worst part was, he knew she’d let him. She’d beg him if she had to. That was too much for any man to handle.

He pulled out a filter and grabbed a mug from the cabinet. It would be fine. They could figure this out. He had to find a way to let her down easy. He had to make her understand. Maybe after the semester, they could start something up, when she was out of his class and school had let out. At least, he could make her think it’d happen. It would be a shitty thing to do, but maybe she’d have moved past her infatuation by then.

He shook his head and pressed the start button on the coffee pot. His last idea wasn’t a possibility. It wasn’t the type of guy he was. He was a man who stood up to his mistakes and took responsibility for his actions.

Kristen wasn’t a mistake, though. He’d sought her out and yanked her out of that bar for a reason more than attraction. What was it about her? He gripped the coffee mug so hard he could see the whites of his knuckles.

I should’ve kept my ass at home.

He walked back into the room, and she was still lying there.

Grant took his coffee into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. He dragged the razor down his cheeks, getting rid of the five o’clock shadow.

He grabbed a towel and dried his face, trying to rid himself of the guilt hanging thick in the air like a cloud. He glanced through the door, and she’d flipped over onto her back. Her legs were spread, and the shirt was bunched up to her breasts, revealing her cotton panties and flat stomach.

He stared at her from the doorway and damn near had to bite down on his forearm to stifle a groan. Jesus, she was so fucking sexy.

How easy would it be for him to go over and fuck her? She’d be wet in an instant for him. She was probably dreaming about him at that moment.

Deep down inside, he doubted Kristen was going to say anything about what they’d done, but another part of him worried she would.

Finally, being responsible, he grabbed some clothes. He buttoned his shirt, questioning whether the night before had been worth the anxiety. He had to fix this shit.

But how?

He turned back to the mirror and studied himself. Then he heard the one word he wasn’t ready for.

“Professor?”