Chapter One
Caleb
She’d come out of nowhere—struck me like a missile and sent me spiraling out of control before crashing down to earth. She was like a drug that had been specially crafted for me, and once I had a taste of her, I couldn’t get her out of my mind.
No woman had ever gotten my attention like that before. She was a head-turner, and I just knew that all eyes had been on her as she stepped into The Pub, the dive bar I liked to go the day before classes started. It was a tradition.
She was pure, innocent, with absolutely no idea the control she had over every male when she walked into the room, wearing nothing more than a pair of those patterned hippie yoga pants and a crop-top sweatshirt. Her hair was up in a messy bun like she’d just rolled out of bed, but her eyes…
They sparkled like diamonds, a perfect blue like the morning sky, two glimmering lights amidst shadows of the dimly lit bar.
Holy shit…
Those yoga pants made even average girls look good in them, but she was crushing it. They clung to her succulent thighs and gorgeous ass that I immediately wanted to sink my teeth into. She had a slight gap between her legs and the fabric of her pants was so tight I could even make out the outlines of the pretty little pussy she was hiding under there.
What does it look like? I thought, picturing my options. Did she have a nice, plump little mound like a peach? Or was it just a tiny little pink slit, glistening with her wetness, inviting me to slide inside? One thing was for sure; in pants like those, there was no way she had any hair down there. I’d have noticed.
My cock was throbbing beneath my pants, threatening to bust my zipper as it swelled. I shifted uncomfortably on my stool and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as I moved it down my left pant leg.
“Fuck…” I growled, my hand clenching down on my glass of whiskey on the rocks. If she was shaved, that meant she was shaving for someone. Someone else out there had seen the beautiful secret she was hiding under that stretchy fabric, and the mere thought of that had me boiling with anger.
No drink on Earth would quench my thirst for her. I was completely under her spell.
Even at thirty-nine years of age, I was voted the “sexiest professor on campus for 2019” (voted for unofficially on Facebook by a surprising number of coeds on campus), and had plenty of options. Freshmen to seniors, they wanted to live out that teacher-student fantasy, and most men in my position would be taking full advantage of that. But not me.
In today’s climate, behavior like that was not only frowned upon, but it was also a career destroyer.
Inappropriate use of power.
Using his position to manipulate and harass.
Those were the things they would say about me if I ever dipped my pen into the company ink—so to speak. So I smiled to the girls and kept my head down, focused on my work and waited for the day I would feel that spark, the spark that would tell me I had found something real—something lasting—more than just a wide-eyed girl with a fantasy who wanted me for a story she could tell for the rest of her life.
And when she walked in, I felt that spark.
She was with a friend who looked like she could be either a stripper or a girl with a Premium Snap, with a Louis Vuitton bag (probably fake), short skirt and heels like she was going for the sexy coed look. I wondered what she could possibly be doing with a girl like that as they found a seat in the corner away from the bar.
I heard the barkeep muttering at an old, creepy-looking prick by the jukebox. Words like “sexy,” and “slim thick,” and “juicy,” caused my hand to bunch into a fist. Entitled little piece of shit. I wanted to go down to his stool and knock him on his ass. If I wasn’t a tenured professor, I fucking would have.
No, I had to get her alone somehow. But that friend of hers was seriously cockblocking. I downed the rest of my drink, hoping the alcohol would do something to blunt my raging desire for her, but all it did was make things worse.
Her friend said something that made her laugh, and I groaned as her tits bounced beneath her sweatshirt. If I could see them through that, then she was stacked, no doubt about it. I was doing my best to keep it together, but when she turned to look around the bar, and our eyes met, I fucking lost it.
I didn’t flinch. I didn’t smile. I stared at her with a burning heat, letting her know good and well what my intentions were. An almost shocked look crossed her face, and my dick ached for her as a flush appeared across her cheeks. She went red and quickly turned away, leaving me even more thirsty than I’d been before.
Fuck it, I thought as I stood up. I had to speak with her and I didn’t give one good goddamn if her friend was there. But as I approached their table, they both got up and headed for the back where the bathrooms were.
I followed them. The men’s room was back there too, which would give me an excuse, but when her friend vanished through the first door, I realized that the universe was on my side that night; the bathrooms only fit one at a time, which left her standing alone in the hallway, the wall lamp beside her illuminating her with a warm golden glow.
“It’s obvious. Look at you—hair up in a bun, no make-up. But still, every male eye in the place is on you.”
She opened her mouth, possibly to say something, but when I saw the wetness on her lips, I couldn’t contain myself.
I kissed her.
My whole fucking world rocked as I pulled her close to me and felt every one of her plump, soft curves against my hard body. Her tits were big—I could feel them against my muscled chest, and I leaned into her, making sure she could feel the massive erection I was packing in my pants.
All for you…