32. Nick
NICK
T he door clicks shut behind Zinnia. I take in her beaming smile, the way she’s glowing with excitement, and a smile of my own slides onto my lips.
“So class was good, huh?”
“It was great ,” she gushes. “I’m so inspired. I never knew how much the power structures influenced art at that time, and it’s so interesting.”
My fingers tingle at my side, and I push my chair away from my desk. I know I shouldn’t do anything—shouldn’t even have her in here, let alone touch her—but seeing her so enthusiastic after her class, so goddamn effervescent, makes me powerless to resist.
“Come here,” I say thickly.
She huffs out a breath, letting her bag slide to the floor, then crosses to me, perching on the edge of my desk. She’s in that same orange wrap dress she wore to my house the night we got together, and the memory of it has my dick stirring in my pants.
“You shouldn’t have come to my office,” I tell her. Or maybe I’m telling myself.
“I know.” She cringes. “I really just wanted to ask about the textbooks.”
I steeple my hands in front of me, studying her carefully, and she issues a quiet laugh, glancing down.
“That’s a lie. I wanted to see you. To talk to you about class.”
I smile knowingly. It’s strange, but being back here with her, I feel more grounded and powerful than ever. It could be because we’re on campus, in my office, where I’m capable and in control. It could be because Zinnia has unleashed a side to me I didn’t even know was in there.
Or it could be because I’ve never been more certain about how I feel.
“And I want to hear about it,” I say. “I love seeing you so excited.”
She lifts her gaze to mine again, mouth tugging into a radiant smile.
“Are you free after life drawing tonight?”
She shakes her head. “I have plans with Gran.”
I straighten my glasses, absorbing this. That means at least two days until I’m alone with her again.
I can’t wait that long.
But… I hesitate, caught between duty and desire.
I could send her away— should send her away—but if I’m entirely honest with myself, I don’t want to.
All I can think about is the regret I felt after the first time I turned her down in June’s studio.
Hell, the regret I still feel for every time I didn’t let her in.
I know I did the right thing by not laying a finger on her while she was my student, but I ache thinking about all the time we lost. Even if she’s staying in the city, I still don’t know how long she’ll be here.
I still don’t know how much time I’ll get with her.
So, I make a decision. A choice, deliberate and measured, born out of need. Out of knowing what I have in front of me, and not wanting to let a single moment pass by.
“Lock my door,” I say roughly.
Her brows spring up, but she does as I ask, returning to my desk with a sly grin. My gaze strays to where her dress rises up her thighs, the smooth, milky-white skin begging for my touch. I let my hand drift there, stroking a finger under the hem, and she sucks in a breath.
“Professor,” she whispers in mock disapproval, and something about that makes blood rush to my cock.
I tug her into my lap. Her legs settle over me, the heat of her pressing against my erection.
She feels it, rocking her hips, and the friction sends need spiraling through me.
I think back to that night we had sex after life drawing, how wet she got when I talked dirty to her. How much it turned me on, too.
“Feel how hard I am, honey?”
Her eyes flash with heat. “Fuck yes. Is that for me?”
“You know it is.” I grind against her, torn between wanting to bury myself inside her and wanting to tease her a little more. “Are you wet for me?”
A challenge shimmers in her eyes, and I remember that word she loved.
“Is that sweet little pussy wet for me?”
A whimper escapes her. She brings her mouth close, hot breath fanning over my ear as she purrs, “I’m always wet for you, Professor.”
Holy shit.
My dick strains against my zipper, desperate for her. She feels it, rocking her hips faster against me, and I tense my muscles to contain the pleasure.
“Jesus,” I grit out. “You’ll make me lose it in my pants if you’re not careful.”
Her eyes glint. “Maybe that’s what I want,” she says wickedly. “Make you walk around sticky all day, so you can’t forget how dirty you really are.”
Christ.
Heat rockets through me, but it’s chased by something else. The need to remind her that even though we’re not in class anymore, I’m still the one in charge. We’re on my territory now.
My grip tightens on her hips. “Or maybe you’re the one who needs a lesson in how to behave.”
Her lips part with surprise, eyes widening. “ Nick ,” she says in shock.
I grimace. “Sorry.” Warmth creeps up my neck. Honestly, what the hell has come over me?
But she gives a slow shake of her head. “No,” she says, breath quickening. “I love it.” Fire lights up her gaze. “Teach me how to behave, Professor. I’m a very fast learner.”
Fuck .
The truth is, I’ve had more than one fantasy of having Zinnia in my office. Watching her undress for me. Bending her over my desk.
And now’s my chance.
“Alright,” I rumble. “Take your dress off.”
She rises from my lap, and I adjust my aching cock as I watch her slowly loosen the tie on her dress, letting it pool at her feet.
Jesus Christ.
She’s in lacy underwear again, red this time, sheer enough for me to see the hard pebbles of her nipples, the dark thatch of hair at the meeting of her thighs. My breath hisses out as I rake my gaze over her, forgetting anything else in the world exists.
“You like it?” she asks seductively.
“Fucking love it,” I growl. “But you’ll need to take those off, too.”
She gives a husky laugh, reaching behind her to unhook her bra and toss it aside. I wait for the rest to follow, but she stops.
“Panties too, honey.”
Her eyes kindle with defiance. “Nope. Not until you give me something.”
I grind my jaw, torn between pushing back and giving in.
It’s fun playing with her like this, taking charge and watching her follow my commands, but I know how much she loves to see me turned on.
So I yield, unbuckling my belt to free my throbbing cock.
Her gaze falls to it, pupils dialing out as I stroke.
“Fuck, Nick,” she breathes, pressing her thighs together. “You are so fucking hot.”
A grin tugs at my mouth, but I smother it, wanting to remain in control. “Panties,” I demand, and she shimmies out of them without hesitation. Then I motion to my desk, strewn with papers and textbooks. “Bend over for me, honey.”
An excited breath huffs out of her as she turns, bending at the waist across my desk.
I rise from the chair, smoothing a hand over the creamy skin of her ass, the curve of her hip.
She’s so fucking perfect like this, completely bared to me, so eager and willing.
My dick surges as I remember her words after life drawing , I’d take your cock in every part of me .
I’ve never come so hard in my life as I did that night.
I caress her ass cheek, thinking. I won’t take her like that now. Not here. But that doesn’t mean I can’t test the waters. She wants dirty? I’ll give her dirty.
I toss my glasses aside and fall to my knees behind her, spreading her thighs to find her pussy swollen and glistening.
She wasn’t kidding. She’s wet as hell. I swipe my tongue through her slickness, savoring her sweet, musky taste.
She emits a breathless moan, gripping the edge of my desk, spreading her legs to give me better access.
I work my tongue over her throbbing clit, sucking, licking, plunging into her as she squirms on my desk, chanting my name.
And when I know she’s close, I lick higher, swirling my tongue over that forbidden ring of muscle. She tenses momentarily, more out of surprise than displeasure, a moan shuddering out of her as she melts under my touch.
“Oh, God, Nick,” she rasps, legs trembling. “Oh, fuck, yes .”
“Now who’s dirty?” I tease roughly, working my tongue over her perfect little star, fingers strumming her clit.
“You,” she counters breathlessly. “Because you love it as much as I do.”
I hum against her quivering flesh, because she’s not wrong.
I’m doing this as much for me as for her.
My dick leaks at the thought of burying myself in her ass, and while I know that’s not for today, I also can’t help but feel honored at the idea of her giving that part of herself to me. At her giving all of herself to me.
My tongue works in tandem with my fingers, and it’s not long before she comes, quaking on the edge of my desk, gasping for air. The minute she’s done, I rise and thrust into the heat of her, unable to wait a moment longer.
“Oh, fuck,” I grit out, pleasure rushing down my spine. “You’re so fucking wet, honey.”
She sends me a filthy grin over her shoulder. “What do you expect, after that?”
I sink deeper, gripping her waist. “You liked it, huh?”
She nods, looking up at me from under heavy eyelids. “That was so hot, Nick.” Her gaze sears into mine. “Maybe sometime you’ll let me return the favor.”
My brows spring up my forehead. She wants to touch my ass? Huh. I’ve never been touched there, and I’m not entirely sure I’ll like it, but then Zinnia has shown me so many things I didn’t think I’d like, so who knows? I’ll probably love it.
I give her a smoldering look, thrusting hard, and her eyes roll back.
My hand strays to her ass again, and I slide my thumb between her cheeks to tease her tight ring.
Touching her there while I’m inside her makes my balls draw up close, and I’m not the only one turned on by it.
She grips the edge of my desk, knuckles white as I spit into my hand then push deeper, breaching her entrance, and she makes a sound I’ve never heard before, something between a whimper and a broken, helpless mewl.
“Fuck, you love it,” I grit. “You love me touching your ass.”