Page 28 of Lessons in Touch

He laughs.

“But that’s where all the pleasure comes from. Climb down from the desk, Rose.”

I do as he commands.

“Put your clothes back on.”

Frustrated beyond belief, I put my underwear and pantyhose back on. The tennis skirt that started all this is the only item of clothing left. I feel like I’m going to explode. My pussy is still dripping, and my entire body is still extremely turned on. I haven’t been given the relief I needed.

“You may go now,” he tells me, and sits behind his desk.

I turn to leave, but pause for a moment.

“I didn’t like today’s lesson, Professor.”

“Then come back tomorrow, and maybe you’ll like that one more.”

He’s my drug dealer. He’s peddling pleasure and dangling it like a carrot in front of me.

And I am addicted.

I unlock and open the door to his office and make my way out.

“Rose…” he calls after me.

I turn around and look at him. He picks up the book and licks the cover clean, enjoying the juices and the cream I left there.

“You taste divine. Thank you.”

Chapter 10

Gabriel

It’s late afternoon, and the classroom is pleasantly quiet. The last students are long gone, no doubt off to something more fun. I sit at my desk and begin reviewing my notes for tomorrow’s lecture.

The notes are thorough, but I can’t focus. What we did in my office the other day was beyond exciting. I imagine Rose’s flushed cheeks, her body trembling under my touch. The sight of her pussy gushing on my desk gets me hard, even if it’s only my imagination.

I stop writing and look up when the door creaks open. For a moment, I hope that it’s Rose. That, somehow, she heard me thinking about her and decided to meet me in this deserted classroom.

But, no.

Instead, Cassandra Vane slips into the classroom, even though I didn’t invite her. I have no idea how she knew I would be here, not in my office.

By the way she’s looking at me, I can tell she’s not here for a lesson.

“Professor Thorn,” she murmurs and walks right up to my desk. “Are you working late again? You really are dedicated.”

I set my pen down, but try to keep my expression neutral. I don’t want to encourage her.

“Miss Vane, office hours are over. Do you have a question about the coursework?”

She leans against the desk beside me. I don’t like that she’s too close to me now. And I especially don’t like her perfume. It’sstinging my nose and making my eyes water. The smell is too sweet and artificial.

“Not exactly. I was thinking we could discuss… other things. You must get lonely, with all this work.”

She brushes the sleeve of my sweater with her fingers, flirting with me. I stand up. I want to create a visible distance between us.

“Cassandra. My focus is on teaching, nothing more.”