Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
ADONIS
Maggie
Are we meeting? I’m here, but your door is closed.
It’s been thirty minutes. Should I keep waiting?
Are you okay? You’ve never missed a meeting before.
I’m leaving now but I can come back anytime today. Just let me know.
Dr. Fred Carver:
I’d like to chat with you before your meeting.
Are you on campus? I thought you’d be in early.
I ran into Maggie. She said you missed her meeting this morning. Are you okay?
Let me know when you get in.
M y phone buzzes in my pocket again. It’s done that a lot since I ran into my little minx. So many times, I’ve lost count.
Normally, during work hours, I’d look at it immediately. But this morning, I can’t bring myself to care. This woman is too mesmerizing.
“Come with me.” I grab her hand and push to my feet. She resists standing with me and I frown. “Please,” I say, hoping that will get it to comply.
“Go where?” She looks around the shop with a nervous expression before she meets my hard stare.
“I don’t like it when I’m made to wait.” I tense at the frustration I hear in my words. I’m hard as steel and want to fuck this minx again.
She raises her brows and one side of her mouth ticks up in a half smile. “What exactly are you waiting for?”
I lean down so my lips are close to hers and whisper so only she can hear me. “Should I place your hand over my cock so you can feel what I want, or are you going to come with me?”
Her eyes flicker down and widen when she sees the bulge between my legs. I shift my suit jacket to hide it as best I can.
She clears her throat and starts packing her up her belongings. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
I barely give her time to put her laptop in her messenger bag before dragging out of the coffee shop. She’s fumbling to get her coat on when it hits me just how cold it is outside.
“Let me help you.” I take her coat and step behind her. She sets her bag at her feet and lets me slide her coat up over her arms and around her shoulders.
“Thank you,” she smiles at me before her eyes roam over my chest. “Where’s your coat?”
“In my office.” I don’t bother explaining that my office is just around the corner. Nor do I find it necessary to tell her I rarely wear a coat. I feel the cold. It just doesn’t bother me like it does some people.
Before she can ask me more questions, I lead her in the opposite direction of my building and toward a small park situated in the middle of campus.
In the spring and summer, this park is teaming with students and faculty. There are lots of tables and benches to relax or study. Large oak trees with walking trails connecting different parts of campus take up one half of the part. The other half is a small pond with large grassy banks where students will sit or bask in the sun.
Since it’s winter, the park is devoid of people, making it the perfect place to take my minx.
There’s a large oak tree just off one of the many trails that I’ve often admired. Its trunk splits low to the ground, and one of its branches curves downward before it reaches up to the sky. It’s hard to see—making it the perfect place to hide in plain sight—but sometimes I find students napping in this little nook. It’s far enough off the trail that it’s quiet and undisturbed.
“Here,” I say as I lead her onto the leaf covered ground. They’re dry and brittle and crunch beneath our feet.
When we reach the tree, I sit down and pull her onto my lap. Before she can say anything, I cover her mouth with mine. I’ve been dying to kiss her again ever since I saw her standing next to the counter.
She tastes like coffee and bacon. Two of my favorite things. But there’s something uniquely her. Something I tasted that night at the club too. It’s sweet. Almost like peaches.
Her hands slide down my chest and under my suit jacket. She fumbles with the bottom of the vest and growls when she feels my dress shirt. “How many layers to you have on?”
I shrug. “Enough to keep me warm.”
“Dammit,” she chuckles when she feels the T-shirt I have on under the dress shirt. “No wonder you don’t need a coat.”
“Let me help you.” I undo my belt and pants faster than she untucked my shirts. Then I reach for my wallet to grab a condom.
“I’ll take that.” She snatches it from my hand with a mischievous grin on her face. She smiles a lot, and I can’t deny that I like it. It’s a stark contrast to my pensive and stern expressions.
She drops to her knees and shifts around until she’s comfortable, then she unzips my pants and wraps her hand around my swollen cock. I flinch at the coolness of her touch. Despite how cold her hand is, I love how it feels wrapped around me.
I look down and meet her playful gaze. I open my mouth to tell her to suck my cock, but I don’t get the words out before she leans forward and licks me from balls to tip. The warmth of her tongue contrasts with the cool air and makes me even harder.
“Fuck,” I moan when she swirls her tongue around my tip before opening that pretty mouth of hers and taking me in until my tip reaches the back of her throat.
I grab the back of her head and thrust forward. It’s an involuntary action. My need to be deeper inside her mouth outweighs any logical control of my thoughts and actions. Her eyes well up and I feel her throat constrict.
Releasing my grip, I slowly pull out. To my surprise, she sucks me back into her mouth.
“You like taking me deep?” My voice is rough and gravelly.
She nods as she slowly pulls back until just my tip is in her mouth. Her lips pucker around me as she sucks.
If she does that again, I’m going to blow down her throat and this tryst will be over. I pull my cock from her mouth, and it makes a loud popping sound. Or maybe it just seems loud because we’re exposed. Either way, it makes me look around to make sure we’re still alone.
She looks up at me with a furrowed brow. “Why did you stop me?”
I cup her chin and run my thumb over her swollen lips. “As much as I love your mouth on me, I don’t have the time to wait for my dick to get hard a second time so I can fuck you properly.”
Her wrinkled brow smooths as her lips turn up into a smile. I hear the tear of the condom wrapper before I see her hand lift to slide it down my cock. Once she has it securely in place, she pushes to her feet and steps back. She slowly lifts her skirt until her hands disappear. Then she shimmies out of her panties and wads them up in a ball.
Leaning forward, she slides her hand under my suit jacket, finds the inner pocket, and stuffs her panties inside. “You can add this to your collection. Something to remember be by.”
I growl, lift her up, and spin her around. Rather than sit her on the large branch, I pin her against the truck of the tree. She wraps her legs around my waist, opening herself up to me. My cock finds her entrance and slides in with ease. She’s so wet and warm and tight.
“I’ll remember this pussy. So tight and perfect as it takes my cock.” We both moan as I slam inside her, hitting that spot deep within.
Her head falls back with a thud and her eyes fall shut.
“No,” I command. I grab her by the chin and force her to look me in the eye. “Keep them open and on me.”
“Yes, sir,” she moans as I thrust into her.
There’s a rustling sound nearby. It could be the wind blowing the dried leaves around on the ground. Or an animal that lives in the small crop of trees. It could also be a person taking a shortcut through the trees rather than sticking to the paved paths. Regardless, I don’t stop fucking her.
Her eyes widen as the sound of leaves crunching on the ground gets louder. I can’t tell if it’s in fear or excitement of getting caught. Either way, her pussy tightens around my cock like a vise grip.
“Goddammit, you’re perfect.” The words come out before I can stop them. I’ve no clue what this woman’s name is, but her pussy is a perfect fit for my cock. I’ve never found a woman who gets just as excited about public sex as me. It’s exhilarating. It makes me want more.
But wanting more of any one woman is a risk I can’t afford to take. So I fuck her like it’s the last time I’m ever going to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock. Once we both come, we’ll say goodbye and I’ll never see her again.
When I reach the door to the second floor of my building, I pause. Through the window, I see Maggie leaning against the wall opposite my office. Stepping back, I fall against the stairwell wall.
Maggie is a bright girl and her successes as a student will help advance my career. But I dislike her.
She’s pushy and often speaks like she knows it all. She also walks these halls with her nose in the air as if she’s better than everyone else. I’m not sure where she gets that attitude from, but I don’t like it.
She also sounds like she’s whining when she speaks. It grates on my nerves.
Had I already earned tenure, I never would have agreed to take her on as a student. Unfortunately, I am in no position for such luxuries.
Being selective of students, grants, and even teaching opportunities is something reserved for tenured faculty. Until that day, I have to take what is made available to me.
Maggie was the only student offered to me when I started. Even though I suspected our personalities wouldn’t mess during our first meeting, I had no choice but to accept her. No students mean no tenure.
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths and prepared myself to face her whining voice and judging eyes. We had a meeting scheduled this morning, but I allowed myself to get distracted with my little minx. I had hoped that meant I’d be able to make it one more day before I had to listen to Maggie drone on about how she’s better than everyone else in our department.
She’s smart—that no one can deny—but so are all the other students and faculty that are here. I’ve no clue why she’s incapable of seeing that.
With my head down and swift steps, I open the door and rush down the hallway. If I appear to be in a hurry, maybe I’ll be able to rid myself of her sooner rather than later.
Without looking up, I dig my keys out of my pocket and fumble to unlock my office door.
“Dr. Rosi.” I cringe at the sound of her voice. “You missed our meeting.”
“I’m aware.” I open my door and rush in. Unfortunately, she follows me in. “I’m sorry. I had a family emergency this morning. I’ll send you an email to reschedule.”
“I’m here now.” She beams. “Why don’t we meet while I’m here rather than wait for another day?”
“I would, but I’ve got to get these edits done today, and I have another meeting to prepare for,” I say as I take my seat.
“But …” She frowns and takes a seat across from my desk, even though I didn’t ask her to sit. “Isn’t my research just as important?”
I drop my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. “This isn’t a competition, Maggie. Of course, your research is important.”
“Then why did you miss our meeting? I waited for you, and you never showed.”
“I’m aware I didn’t show. I like I said, I had a family emergency. We can reschedule.”
She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “We need to discuss my ideas on modern day implications of the Hellenistic period. I need to know—”
I lift my hand to stop her. “We’ve got plenty of time to discuss your ideas. As I said in our last meeting, I’d like to see a draft proposal of the direction you’d like to go. Then we can discuss it in greater detail.”
“Are you okay?” She studies me like she’s cataloging every flaw she finds. “You look a little flushed.”
“I’m fine.” I run my fingers through my hair. I should have gone to the bathroom first to clean up, but I wasn’t thinking straight. “I rushed to get here.”
“But I’d really like to—”
A knock on my door interrupts her this time. I look up to find Dr. Carver standing there.
“You’re here,” he says. “I was worried you’d forgotten about your meeting.”
I shake my head. “Never. I just had some personal things delay me this morning.”
“She’ll be here in an hour, and I want to make the introduction. It’s important that you two mesh and are a good fit.”
I force a smile because that’s bullshit. No one cares if my students are a good fit for me. Not yet at least. I have to prove myself to them before that will ever happen.
“I appreciate that,” I say, hoping he doesn’t pick up on my doubts.
“How are those edits coming along? I’d like to review the final version before we submit it to the committee.”
“Almost done. Just taking one more pass at it before I send it to you. I hope to get it done this morning.”
“Perfect,” Dr. Carver smiles before he turns his gaze to Maggie. “Well, Miss Clemons, let’s leave the man alone so he can get to work.”
“But …” she darts her eyes between us, clearly confused to why Dr. Carver would suggest that she leave. “We still need to have our meeting.”
“Like I said, we need to reschedule. We’ve got plenty of time to address your questions. Focus on your proposal.”
Her shoulders slump and she nods. “I’ll keep an eye out for your email.”
“I’ll send it shortly.” I open up my scheduler and start looking for a time early next week before they even exit my office. Once I find a time that I think will work for both of us, I click on it and type a quick message reminding her to send me her proposal before the weekend so I can read it.
Once that’s done, I push to my feet and head to the restroom. I have to pull myself together before this meeting. If this student is as good as Dr. Carver insists, I can’t screw it up by looking like the absent-minded professor. I need to be professional and at my best.
I can’t afford to get stuck with another Maggie if this student rejects me. Assuming she’s not already just like Maggie.
When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I frown. I look like I just had sex.
My cheeks are definitely flushed like Maggie so kindly pointed out. My hair is disheveled, my tie is crooked, and my dress shirt is half untucked.
At least no one could see the state of my shirt since it’s hidden under my jacket and vest. A small blessing, I suppose. But the rest of me is a mess.
I’m always so put together that I’m surprised Dr. Carver didn’t say something as well.
I stare at myself in the mirror and berate myself for my actions. Such a stupid thing for me to do. Fucking that girl in a dark nightclub was one thing, but to take her to a park on campus where any number of students or colleagues could have seen me was reckless. Hot as fuck, but most definitely reckless.
She was hard to resist, though. Both times.
She’s sexy, funny, and cheerful. And hands down one of the best fucks I’ve ever had. Her adventurous side and openness to my brand of kink made it so much better. No other woman has ever given me that without making it sound like something was wrong with me.
She was almost too good to be true. I like her, and that makes this even worse.
After tucking my shirt back in, I adjust my tie and run my fingers through my hair. Then I splash cold water on my face. I have to make a good impression. Thoughts of my mystery minx won’t do me any good.
It’s not like I’ll ever see her again.