Smoke and Mirrors (5 page)

As he was staring at her, Sarah was playfully chewing on the end of her finger. Her eyes were telling a story, a filthy, mouth-watering tale of unbridled lust and a manic hunger. An appetite he’d love to fully explore and satisfy with every part of his body.

He watched her pink tongue come out and lick her bottom lip. This was
not
helping his cock. He could feel his breathing become ragged, his pulse racing as a single drop of sweat rolled down his temple. The room was filled with stagnant air, and he was praying for the bell to go off so he could race out of there before he did something he’d regret.
Like fuck her right here in the classroom.

Sarah moved her finger out of her mouth and tapped it to her chin then slowly moved it down the front of her elongated neck, provoking him, showing him more of what he could have if he would just let go of the walls he’d built so high around him.

Dear Lord, when’s the bell going to go off?

He closed his mouth and swallowed again. His heart pounded so loudly he was sure everyone in the room could hear it. But thankfully, after another quick glance around, no one other than
her
was paying him any attention.

He couldn’t risk it though. So he blocked the image of the delicious woman out of his mind and looked back down at his papers.

The moments dragged on, the hour stifling him as he did whatever he could to avoid looking up and staring at the lovely Sarah.
How long was this class?
It felt like half the day had passed, although it had only been about twenty minutes.

He chanced a look at his watch and found it was only a few more minutes before the bell went. All he had to do was avoid looking at her.

But she was sitting so close to him that her signature mild citrus aroma wafted past him and clung to his nose, beckoning him to look at her.

He slowly lifted his eyes to find Sarah was relaxed back in her seat. Her legs crossed, she was casually swinging her foot back and forth. Her green eyes were focused on his; she was smiling at him. When he moved to look away, she winked at him. Minx!

This was it. He was going to absolutely lose it any moment.

Thankfully, the bell rang and all the students sighed a collected breath of relief. The quiz was over.

“Papers to the front,” he said as all his students started filing out, one by one.

“Good test,” a few pupils said as they stepped forward and placed their papers on his desk.

“Miss Colton, a word please,” he called out to her.

She was so happy. Finally, her teasing had lured him in.

All the students left, leaving only Professor Williams and Miss Colton in the airless warm room together.

“Close the door,” he ordered as he sat back in his seat.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“Professor,” he corrected her in a snappy tone.

Sarah smiled as she turned and walked over to close the door. She flicked the lock as well.

Before she had a moment to turn, he was at her back, her chest pushed against the door. He spread her legs with his knees and flattened himself against her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked. His voice was rough and heavy with need.

“Making you see you and I belong together.”

“I’m your professor.”

“And you’re also a man.”

He licked her neck, tasting the sweetness of her skin. She mewled as she pushed her cute little butt against his rock hard cock.

“We can’t do this,” he said, moving his hand down to palm her breast. “We shouldn’t do this.” He slipped his hands beneath her tank top, inside her skirt, going straight for her pussy. “We definitely cannot do this.” He felt the strip of hair and slipped two fingers straight into her greedy, wet pussy.

“Oh shit,” she moaned as she closed her eyes and ground her hips against his assaulting digits.

“This is wrong.” His breath was ragged; his raging erection aching to be released so he could have some part of her – any part – wrapped around it.

“No, it’s not,” Sarah whispered. “I’ve wanted you for the last two years,” she said, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him. His face was so close to hers that her full, gorgeous lips skimmed his.

“This is wrong on so many levels,” he murmured while thrusting his still fully erect cock into her ass.

“Yes, yes, YES! Fuck me, Professor. Fuck me, hard.” She tried to wiggle her skirt and very tiny panties down. But her arms were clasped in his big paw and stretched above her head on the door. With both of them rubbing against each other, it was really quite impossible for her to remove her clothing.

“I want you so fucking badly,” he whispered before he ground his mouth against hers. His lips were undeniably soft, though he commanded her just by the way he moved against her pouty mouth.

He worshipped her, scraping his teeth against her lips, skillfully demanding she surrender to him. His body wrapped around hers, stimulating her scorching skin, exquisitely marking her as his. An insatiable, brutally forceful arousal sparked between them.

God, he wanted her.

Christ, she needed him.

She deepened their kiss. It became hungrier, as savage urges overtook her. The kiss turned carnal, and their bodies were about to combust from the way they feasted on each other.

“Stop!” the Professor finally said. He dropped her hands and took a step back from her, breath rasping, and let his eyes fall to the floor.

“Why?” Sarah asked, her chest heaving as she tried to pull air into her body.

“Because, Sarah, you know we can’t do this.”

Sarah smiled, and took slow, carefully placed steps to close the distance between her and the Professor. She could see the obvious effect she had on him through his jeans, and she couldn’t wait until he was inside her.

“Is it because you’re my Professor?” she asked coyly, taking another step toward him.

She was definitely a huntress, an alpha female hell-bent on capturing her prey she’d fantasized about and masturbated to.

“You know the reason.” His voice held a warning, reinforcing his status as an alpha male. A hot, red-blooded man who wanted her, all for himself.

“Don’t worry about that,” she said, taking another careful step.

“No one will understand.” His eyes were now glued on her as she shimmied out of her skirt. Her red, lacey thong was thoroughly drenched. If she took another step he was about to fall to his knees and eat her right there.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s just about the two of us.”

“I…” he trailed off.

She lightly touched his lips with hers, and at that moment, for some reason it all made sense.

“It’s okay; we’ll figure it out together,” Sarah breathed.

He wrapped his arms around her and lost himself in her warmth. He knew he would be damned from this moment forward, but he didn’t care.

You see, the Professor had been the Dean’s best friend for the last two years.

The Dean…who also happened to be Sarah’s father.

Cody and Simon sat opposite each other. The young boys were playing together while their mother was in the kitchen, fixing lunch.

“Mommy’s going to be really mad at you,” Cody said, his voice still young and immature.

“Momma never gets mad at me,” Simon countered, a mischievous little smile tugging at his lips.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Cody agreed, his voice defeated.

I always get in trouble, why doesn’t Mommy ever get mad at Simon?

Simon was the one who was always up to no good. The one that climbed where he shouldn’t, drew on walls with crayons and pencils, cut the drapes with scissors, and of course, cut Cody’s hair. He was a very lively little boy.

Simon was into everything. He was overly playful and always made sure Cody would be the one to get into trouble.

Today was no different from any other day.

The twins were playing together and Simon grabbed a pen from the table where his mother had been sitting, writing a letter to her grandmother. (Grandma was incredibly old and didn’t know how to use the thing called the Internet.)

“Simon, put it down before Mommy comes in.”

“Doesn’t matter,” giggled Simon as he started playing tic-tac-toe on the wall behind their mother’s desk.

“Stop it!” Cody almost yelled, but he didn’t want either of them to get into trouble although Simon never did.

Simon giggled again and Cody rolled his eyes.

“I can’t wait ‘til school starts after vacation, then you can’t get me into trouble,” Cody said, angrily.

“I’ll get you into trouble wherever we are,” Simon taunted him.

“Lunch,” their mother called out as she walked into the room. Her eyes immediately went to Cody who was sitting on the floor trying to put simple words together. Sounding them out as he held a children’s book. “Cody,” their mother said. Her voice held warning. She knew something wasn’t right by the way Cody’s eyes were darting over to the wall then back down to the book.

“Yes, Mommy?” Cody answered in his sweet cherub’s voice.

“What’s happening?” Her tone lowered, clearly agitated in expectation of some sort of misbehavior.

Simon giggled under the table as he sat and continued to draw on the wall.

“Nothing, Mommy,” Cody said, clearly not wanting to get his trouble-maker twin into hot water.

“Cody!” His mother’s voice was now quite irritated, and Cody knew he was just about to get into trouble. “I’m going to the bathroom, and when I come back you better tell me what’s happening.”

His mother, a woman in her late thirties, had had trouble conceiving the twins. Her husband was a man who held great stature in society. He was a doctor at the hospital, heading up the emergency department, and was quite often away from home for long periods in the day.

He absolutely adored his wife, worshipping her whenever he was home, paying attention to her and loving her as any good husband would. However, his love for her went deeper than the normal man’s for his wife. They’d been high school sweethearts, and every day he loved her more than the day before. Not a single twenty-four hour period went by when he didn’t call his wife, send her several, “I love you” text messages, or have flowers delivered to their home.

She was almost his obsession. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

So when they’d been married for eleven years, had seen the world together, and had established themselves financially and personally, she asked for a child.

He of course was beyond ecstatic, because he too wanted nothing more than a large family.

They tried for over a year, and she just wasn’t becoming pregnant. Though the stress of not being able to conceive sometimes crept into their relationship, the doctor would arrange time off from work, and whisk his beautiful bride off for a romantic, isolated weekend away.

These getaways would quickly dispel the stress that managed to burrow into their relationship due to their lack of success in conceiving. Eventually though, the time did come when they both realistically knew something wasn’t working.

It was unclear which of them had a problem. As it turned out, it was him. His sperm count was low, which meant conceiving naturally was almost – though not entirely – impossible.

They tried in vitro fertilization (IVF), but nothing happened. So they tried it again, and again, and still nothing happened. They persisted with IVF until one day she told him, “Enough is enough. I can’t keep putting us through this, getting our hopes up only to find my period keeps arriving like clockwork.”

The doctor ordinarily believed only in traditional western medicine. But one day, as he sat in the hospital cafeteria, eating his dinner, he was called to an emergency.

When he arrived, he saw a hippie-looking woman holding her arm, and with her, an Asian man who rested a protective hand on her thigh. The woman was in agony and cradling her arm; the man looked at the doctor and smiled.

“She broke her arm,” he told the doctor.

The doctor thought it was quite strange that they had called him for something so routine, but then again, it was a Saturday night and the waiting room was full of people. And the ambulances just kept coming.

“Let’s have a look,” the doctor said as he went to move past the Asian man.

As the doctor swept past him, they made the smallest bare skin contact. The touch, of course, was innocent. A doctor trying to get to his patient, and a protective husband wanting to stay glued to his wife.

“Ah, you’re having your own troubles,” the Asian man said to the doctor. His voice was certain.

“What?” the doctor asked, taken back by the Asian man’s bizarre words.

“You and your wife are trying to conceive, but you’ve been unsuccessful.”

The doctor looked at the woman, who was still cradling her arm, and frowned at disbelief.

How the hell does he know? Who’s been gossiping? I’ll have them fucking fired!

She smiled at him, and moved her good arm to place a warm hand on his, comforting him at the startling revelation.

“Wh-what?” he stuttered.

“It’s okay, we understand,” the Asian man said.