Professor Elliot placed plates and silverware on his dining room table. He’d already barbecued two steaks by the time I’d arrived at his house after school. My stomach rumbled as I surveyed the meat and veggies he’d made.

“I can’t believe you cook.” I couldn’t hide how impressed I was.

He shrugged. “I’ve always been a bachelor. Self-sufficiency is part of the gig.”

“So, can I ask you a question?” I tapped my finger four times on the dark wood tabletop.

“Knock yourself out.” He scooped some roasted vegetables onto my plate and waved for me to sit down.

I sat and stared up at him, his shirt unbuttoned and his stubble even darker now that the day was over. “You did the video, right?”

“For the sake of plausible deniability, I won’t answer that, but I think you already know the truth.” He sat next to me, his woodsy, masculine scent tangling with the aromas wafting from the food.

“Okay, so what do you think will happen to her?” I watched as he poured two glasses of white wine.

“Administrative leave. She won’t teach for the rest of the semester, and then Dean Hawkins will have to decide if he wants to keep her on faculty. I don’t care either way. I’ve assured her there’s plenty more where that video came from, and I’m not afraid to use them. She won’t be bothering us again.”

“You should have seen her face.” I shook my head, disbelief still eddying in my mind. News spread throughout the school, and within five minutes, the video had been uploaded to Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, and who knew where else. Someone started a rumor that the man in the video was a student, which made it spread even faster. “The Naughty Professor” had gone viral, and Sarah Irvine had disappeared from campus.

“Profess—”

“Call me Ryan. Though, I must admit.” He grinned, charm in the upturn of his lips. “I enjoy it when you call me professor while we fuck.”

My cheeks began to heat, but I continued with my question, “Ryan, was that you on the video?”

He handed me a napkin, his gaze downcast. “Yes.”

“Did she know she was being recorded?”

“It was her idea. So, yes.” He pointed at my steak with his knife. “Dig in.”

“Wow.” I cut a corner of my ribeye and popped the meat into my mouth. He’d cooked it perfectly medium, just the way I liked.

“You aren’t afraid she’ll try to retaliate?” I tried not to talk with my mouth full, but failed.

“Afraid?” He raised an eyebrow. “Not at all. Besides, like I said, I have more videos—and dirt—on her than just that one little snippet you saw.”

I cleared my throat. “How long were you with her?”

He set his knife and fork on the edge of his plate, then reached out and took my hand. “A few months. But I ended it with her at the start of the semester.”

“Why?”

He stared at me and squeezed my hand. “I think you know.”

“Me?” I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. “But you didn’t even know me. I was just a name on your classroom roll.”

“I know you. And you’ll learn about me as we go.” He didn’t seem the least bit perturbed by the rapid nature of our relationship.

I shook my head. “You don’t really know me. I don’t know anything about you or your family.” My voice rose. “Not even your favorite color or where you grew up. This is… This is crazy.”

“This is love.” He took another drink of wine.

I stood and backed away from the table. “This is too fast. It’s crazy!”

“It’s not crazy. It’s fate.” He rose and followed me.

“I’m your student. Last night was a mistake. What if you get caught? Am I just one of many? How many other students have you slept with?” My back hit the wall, and he placed his hands on either side of my head. God help me, but the burning look in his eyes had heat growing between my thighs, and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.

“No one else. Just you. And this isn’t a mistake.”

“How do you know?”

“Can’t you feel it?” He pressed his palm to my chest, right over my heart. “Here?”

His touch, so sure and steady, made my knees begin to wobble.

“I feel something, but I just don’t know if it’s real.” I peered up at him, his blue eyes fixed on mine. “And you’re so, so overwhelming.”

“Are you afraid of me?” His gaze flickered to my lips.

“No. Should I be?” My breathy voice betrayed me.

“Never.” He ran his palm down my cheek, then pinched my chin and pulled my mouth to his.

His tongue swept past my teeth, and he angled his head to kiss me deeply. I grabbed his shirt as he ran a hand through my hair and pulled, bending me back and taking complete control.

I moaned, and he swallowed the sound. He cupped one of my breasts and squeezed, then ran his thumb over the hard tip. Why did I throw all logic out the window the second his lips made contact with mine?

He pulled back and grabbed the hem of my shirt. I lifted my arms as he pulled it over my head and tossed it. He grabbed his shirt by the neckline and peeled it off. The dusting of dark hair along his chest drew my eye, and I ran a hand down it and to his abs.

“Take your bra off.” He gritted his teeth and unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans.

I unclasped my bra and shrugged it off, my nipples hard and tingly in the cool air. Covering myself wasn’t an option after what he’d told me this morning before the shower.

He shucked his pants and boxers, his shaft thick and hard. “On your knees.”

My pussy grew wet at the command in his voice. It was crazy, wrong, and I should have said no. Instead, I dropped to the rug at our feet. He gripped my hair and stepped toward me, wedging his feet between my thighs and pressing my back flat against the wall.

I darted my tongue out and tasted the pre-come on his tip.

“Open your mouth.” He squeezed my hair, and I complied, opening wide.

He pressed his head down and slapped it against my lips before sliding his cock into my mouth. When he pushed farther than I could take, I tried to move back, but my head was pinned against the wall.

“You’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?” He peered down at me.

I nodded on his cock.

“Good girl.” He pulled back, then sank into my mouth.

He thrusted twice, the second time farther. I gagged, and he pulled out so I could catch my breath. But he didn’t give me long before pushing back inside.

“We’ll work on your gag reflex.” His voice was a guttural grunt. “But for now, suck me off.”

He was so filthy, and I loved every dirty word that fell from his lips. I licked the bottom of his shaft as he fucked me in slow strokes, his hard cock taking up every bit of space in my mouth.

I gripped his thighs as he pushed in and out of my mouth. Looking up at him, I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked. He tensed and thrust in smaller strokes, his cock head pressing against the roof of my mouth.

“Fucking shit, Penny.” He pulled out and dropped to his knees.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed against him as he took my lips in a rough kiss. His hands went to my jeans, and he made quick work of the zipper before yanking them and my panties down.

“On your back. Spread your legs.” He pulled me onto the rug, and I lay back. Easing my legs apart, I took a deep breath. I was still sore from the prior night, but I didn’t want him to stop. Would I ever want him to stop?

He smirked and loomed over me. “I’m going to taste you until your pussy is soaked and ready.” Placing his hands against my inner thighs, he opened me up and slipped his tongue between my folds.

I arched, my shoulder blades digging into the rug as he went to work on my needy pussy, his tongue dancing around my clit. He eased two fingers inside me, sending a small twinge of pain through me that was quickly erased by his skilled tongue. I writhed as he licked and sucked my tender flesh.

He drew an orgasm from me in only a few short minutes, and I cried out a mixture of “Ryan” and “professor” as my pussy convulsed around his fingers.

When I was spent, he climbed up my body and eased his cock into me, inch by delicious inch. Sharing my taste with me, he kissed me long and slow as my body adjusted to him.

Before long, I was urging him on.

“Please, I need you.” I dug my nails into his shoulders.

“Tell me your mine, and I’ll give you everything you want. In fact, I’ll give you three more orgasms.” He nipped at my throat.

“A perfect four.” I closed my eyes at the promise of bliss and perfection.

“Look at me.” His eyes promised the impossible—love. “I’m already yours. Just say you’re mine.”

I pushed down on him, desperate for the smooth strokes of his cock.

“Say it, Penny. Tell me who you belong to.” He gazed down at me with his sparkling blue eyes.

I couldn’t deny him. I didn’t want to. “I’m yours, Professor.”