Professor Astor (Off-Limits)

“Thank you for the offer, Professor Isaacson, but I must decline. I always have dinner with my children. It’s the only time of day that is always theirs. I’d never take that from them. I appreciate the offer, though.”

She smiles at me and leans into me the way women do when they’re trying to indicate interest. A few months ago, I would’ve felt flattered. Today, I’m nervous as hell. I can see Leia heading our way, her eyes trained on the hand Professor Isaacson placed on my arm, and she doesn’t look happy. Last night I had to take her home after our date because I’d asked Silas to watch the kids for me, and it turned out to be a disaster. I didn’t even get to kiss her goodnight because he let Colton eat so much candy that my boy was puking by the time I made it home.

“Oh, it’s so rare to meet someone who has twins. How about we go to the zoo? I’d love to take them.”

I shake my head and remove her hand from my arm. “My kids hate the zoo. My daughter thinks the forced captivity in zoos is inhumane, and several times, she’s asked me to sign petitions that would stop new animals from being added to zoos. If she could have it her way, zoos would be turned into animal rehabilitation centers, where you can go see animals that are recovering from injuries. She has a lot of ideas, that one.”

“Professor Astor,” Leia says, her tone sharp.

I turn toward her, my expression calm even though my heart is racing. I’m just not interested in playing games with Leia. Even if I can’t publicly be with her, I need her to know that she’s the only one I want.

“I need to discuss the syllabus of the class you asked me to teach. I have some ideas for additional tests, and I’d like to hear your thoughts.”

Additional tests? What? She’s been teaching that class for months now, and she hasn’t once asked me for feedback. My Princess is jealous, and I’m loving every second of it.

“He’s busy,” Professor Isaacson says, turning to stand right next to me, her arm brushing against mine. “We were just about to grab a coffee.”

I watch Leia’s expression carefully, noting the anger in her eyes. She hides it well, but watching her has become my favorite hobby. I’ve become a master at recognizing the amusement she hides when Colton makes an inappropriate joke, or the frustration she feels when Lucy won’t respond to her attempts to engage her. What I haven’t seen in her eyes before though, is anger. Leia doesn’t really get angry. With the kids, at least, she has the patience of a saint. Just last week, she tutored Colton for two hours after she was meant to get off work, nipping every one of his budding tantrums in the bud without losing her patience once. So what is it that has her eyes flashing like that?

“Is that so, Professor Astor?” Leia asks, almost daring me to agree with Professor Isaacson, whose first name I can’t even remember.

“No. Not at all,” I reply, just a touch too quickly. “Why don’t we head to my office, and I’ll take a look at your proposed amendments.”

Leia nods and walks past me, her entire body tense. Yeah, she’s mad, and I have a feeling it’s got a lot to do with Professor’s Isaacson’s blatant flirting. I shouldn’t, but I get a perverse sense of satisfaction from it. For so long, I felt like I was the only one feeling frustrated. It feels good to know she feels the same way about me.

She seems impatient as I unlock the door, her anger rising when I take my time, and I bite back a smile. She doesn’t even have any documents on her, so I’m pretty curious to see what she’s going to come up with. It’s obvious she just made up an excuse when she saw me with another woman.

I hold the door open for her and watch her closely as she walks in, noting the exact moment she realizes what she just did.

I lean back against my closed door, my eyes roaming over that tight skirt and her high heels. Today she’s wearing bright red heels, and the heel itself is thin as hell, the color a gradient from red to pink. Whatever the hell that contraption is, she looks hot in it, and I’m instantly reminded of the way I fucked her in her heels so many years ago.

“The syllabus?” I ask, my brows raised.

She hesitates. “Yes,” she snaps, walking over to my desk. I bite back a smile when she sits down in my seat and turns on my computer, without a single ounce of shame.

I push away from the wall and approach her, my eyes never leaving her. I can see her getting more nervous the closer I get, and by the time I’m standing beside her, half of her bravado has disappeared.

I lean in, my face far closer to hers than is appropriate, and type in my password. “It’s Coltcy,” I tell her. “That’s my password.”

She looks up, her expression disarmed. “Why would you tell me your password?”

“You sat down behind my desk like you own my office, so I thought I’d aid you in what I’m sure Lucy would call your boss moves. Besides, you’re my girlfriend. I won’t keep secrets from you.”

She purses her lips, failing to hide her budding smile, and turns back toward the screen. Much to my surprise, she actually pulls up her class syllabus.

“So we’re really doing this, huh?” I murmur.

“Doing what?” she asks, her voice husky.

“Pretending you didn’t walk up to me because you didn’t want to see me with Professor what’s-her-name.”

She looks up, her eyes flashing. “Fine,” she admits. “I’m using half of my Free Pass.”

I chuckle, remembering the way she gave herself a free pass after she caught me acting jealous after a class she taught. “Very well. Only half, huh?”

She nods. “I wasn’t half as bad as you were.”

“I wish you were.”

Her lips fall open, and I smirk. “Thor,” she admonishes.

“Come here.”

Her eyes widen a fraction and I smirk as I pull her out of my seat, her body crashing against mine. “Our evening was cut short last night, and I never did get round to punishing you for going on a date with another man. How should I make you pay, Princess?” My eyes fall to her lips and I smirk. “I think I’ll start with a kiss.”

I thread my hand through her hair, my fingers grazing over her scalp before I wrap my fingers around her hair and yank her head up. She moans when my lips meet hers, her body melting against me. Fuck. Leia’s hands slide up my chest, until she’s got them wrapped around my neck, neither of us wanting any distance between us.

I deepen our kiss and turn us around, my lips never leaving hers as I lift her onto my desk, spreading her legs so I can stand between them. “Thor,” she moans, the sound of her driving me fucking insane.

“You fucking crazy woman,” I murmur, sucking down on her lower lip harshly. “Going on a fucking date with someone else.”

She chuckles and leans back a little to look at me, her gaze provocative. “I think I like you being jealous. I might do it again. Should I ask Lex if he wants to have dinner with me?”

My lips fall open in shock and I shake my head. “The fucking audacity. You’re going to get me arrested.” She laughs then, and I groan. “You definitely need to be taught a lesson.”

“Go on, Professor. Teach me a lesson.”

I chuckle, my heart skipping a beat. I’ve never had this before. I’ve never had this much desire and happiness tangled all up in one. “Get on your knees, Princess.”

She smiles but obeys, kneeling underneath my desk as I sit down in my chair and undo my belt buckle. I watch her, enjoying the desire and impatience in her eyes as she kneels between my legs. “You want my cock, don’t you?”

She bites down on her lip and nods. She looks fucking hungry for me, and it does something to me. After a lifetime of playing games and keeping score, being with Leia is exhilarating.

A soft moan escapes her lips when I free my cock, and she reaches for me. “I forgot how big you are,” she whispers.

“I’m about to remind you.”

I thread my hand through her hair, my fingers grazing over her scalp before I ball my fist and grab a handful of her hair, pulling her face closer. “Suck my cock like the good girl you are, Princess.” She opens up her mouth for me, and I watch as the tip of my cock disappears between her sexy lips. She swirls her tongue around the tip, teasing me, and I shake my head.

“Nah, baby. After what you did last night, I have no intention of being nice to you. I’d planned to make you come a handful of times before I ever even fucked you, but you haven’t been the good girl you should’ve been for me. You’re about to learn who the fuck you belong to.”

I pull her head closer, watching her take more of my cock, careful to not push her too far. Her mouth is so fucking hot and tight, and I can barely take it. I’m not sure if she’s the one being punished or me.

I freeze at the sound of knocking on my door, my eyes finding Leia’s. Before I can react, the door swings open, and Professor Isaacson walks in.

“Oh, good!” she says, pausing in front of my desk. “I was hoping Leia would be gone by now. That girl is so uptight. Honestly, she’s so obsessed with her research and teaching, I was worried she’d talk about it for hours and I’d have to come save you from her.”

I keep one hand in Leia’s hair and use the other to play some music in an effort to hide any noise Leia might make. I glance down at her to find her staring at me, anger flashing through her eyes. Acoustic music starts to play from the speakers on my monitor, and I smirk as I pull her head closer again, bringing her lips back to my cock. She opens her mouth and slowly takes my cock back into her mouth, her tongue teasing me.

“Yeah, so uptight,” I agree. “Smart girl, but I doubt she’s any fun at parties.”

That’s got her sucking down on my cock hard, the suction almost too much for me. If she continues to torture me like that, I’m going to come in her mouth before she has any say over it.

“Oh, Leia doesn’t attend parties,” Professor Isaacson says, rolling her eyes. “That girl is always working or studying. I don’t think she does anything else. Honestly, I’m surprised you were able to get rid of her so quickly.”

I tighten my grip on Leia’s hair and move her head up and down my cock slowly, making sure to keep as quiet as possible. “Yeah. She’s a good girl, though. Such a good girl.”

“So, about that coffee?” she says.

“Oh, Professor Isaacson,” I say, shaking my head. “I wish I could, but I’ve got a class to teach in a bit. Rain check?”

Leia’s teeth graze over my cock in warning, and I rotate my hips slightly, pushing deeper into her mouth. I can’t risk her gagging on my cock right now, but fuck if I don’t want to hit the back of her throat.

“Oh, call me Linda,” she says, waving off my rejection. She grabs a sticky note off my desk and writes down her phone number. “This is my number,” she tells me. “Call me anytime. It must be hard being a single dad. If you ever want to, you know, let loose… call me.”

Leia pauses her movements, and I cough to hide my impatient groans. Linda smiles at me as she walks away, and I lean back in my seat when the door closes behind her. Fucking hell.

I stare down at my girlfriend, whose eyes are flashing with jealousy and irritation even as her mouth is filled with my cock. “I’m going to lock that door, and then I’m going to fuck you on this desk until you’re so sore, you won’t be able to go on another fucking date.”