Page 41 of Fundamentals of Being a Good Girl
I see what he’s doing. I take a deep breath and fill my voice with certainty. Pretend I’m six foot four and that people have told me my time is valuable my entire life. “Take a seat, Professor Loe,” I say, like it’s a given, like it’s an inalienable fact. I will tell him to take a seat and he will.
“Is that a demand?” he asks. “Or a suggestion?”
“It is a strongly worded suggestion.”
The tension in his shoulders eases. “Yes, ma’am.” And then he’s sitting in the chair I just vacated.
Here, in this position, he is just below my eye level. “How did I do?” I ask shyly as my body drags itself closer to him until I’m standing with one of his thick, muscled thighs between my legs.
“You did well.” His voice is a smooth velvet that has my center coiling with desire. “You were a very good girl.”
A small whimper slips from my chest as he curls a hand around the back of my thigh just under my ass. I want to feel him. I want to know that he’s feeling this and that he’s as insatiably turned on as I am.
I lean down, my fingers skating along his inner thigh until I’m cupping the thick bulge contained by his navy-blue chinos. From the size and insistence of it, you’d think he was a soldier who’d been at war for months, not a man who’d gotten off twice last night.
“Who’s playing dirty pool now?” he asks.
“It hasn’t even been a day,” I remind him, and immediately regret it.
“I guess we’ll just have to start over,” he says. “In just a little while.”
He yanks me to him, and I use both hands to steady myself on his shoulders as he pushes my sweater up, his nose dragging along my stomach until he’s nipping at the underside of my lace-covered breast.
“If we’re going to break your rules, we oughta make it count.”
“I can’t fuck you in this empty classroom, Madelyn. That would be very, very bad.”
“But how can I be good without being bad?” I ask.
He pushes my sweater up farther and presses his face in between my breasts, inhaling me like I am oxygen itself.
“Your good girl needs to be fucked, Professor,” I murmur.
He grips my ass with both hands, and the muscle in his jaw twitches like the control he so artfully projects is mere seconds from cracking.
Then a door slams nearby, and we’re immediately jumping apart.
He watches me with wide eyes full of regret. “We should go get your car.”
My heart pounds in my chest and I am dripping with want, but the thought of someone walking in and catching the newest adjunct dry humping Professor Loe’s thigh is enough for me to reluctantly agree.
“And Madelyn?”
“Yes?”
“You’re right. Classroom dynamics will always be different for you. You’re a woman and as you continue to remind me, I am a tree-shaped man. I want to help you in any way I can, but remember, there are women on this campus who eat men like Dr. Wallace for breakfast and then use the bones to clean their teeth.”
“I do really like my department chair,” I tell him.
“Dr. Salazar? She terrifies me.”
“That’s hot,” I tell him.
He smirks. “Let me help you, but you should also seek out people like Dr. Salazar and find out what they’re doing right.”
“Okay.” I nod. “I’ll give it a try.”
Chapter Fourteen
