My Dirty Professor

by Cassandra Dee

  Second, Hanson Phillips is way too recognizable. It’s the name of my father, my grandfather, and countless male relatives. As soon as people hear the name “Hanson Phillips,” they bow and cower, making way for the alpha dogs. And I don’t want that. Sure, I come from power and money, but that doesn’t mean that I want to lord it over people and make them feel like vassals in my kingdom.

  So I had taken a job as a high school biology teacher, and it had suited me well. Of course, my family had been devastated. They’d wanted me to join the Phillips packaging business, but I’d been reluctant. I’d wanted to explore my own interests and make my own way in life without becoming a part of the hive collective immediately. So I’d gotten a teaching degree and started at Spencer Prep as a biology instructor.

  But my family had never given up; they’d just given me time to grow and develop professionally on my own before pressing their case.

  “It’s been five years,” my dad had rumbled, his brows drawn. “Don’t you think that’s enough teaching? You’ve done a lot for the kids.”

  My grandfather had been even more direct.

  “I’m getting old,” he’d croaked. “I’m going to kick the bucket any day now, and we need fresh leadership at the company. You and your dad are the only ones; I can’t hand over the reins to Hanford or Hansel,” he’d said with disgust. And I agreed with him there. My cousin Hanford is an addict who’s been in and out of rehab a couple times in the last few years, and my other cousin Hansel is just lazy. I don’t think he ever even graduated junior high.

  So I’d left Spencer after that magnificent date with Evie and had gone to work for my family. It had been abrupt, I’ll admit. Administration hadn’t been too happy with the zero notice I gave them, leaving them scrambling to find a sub, and they’d threatened me with bad references and had cut off my paycheck immediately. But none of that had mattered. I didn’t need references, and as for my paycheck? It had been a pittance, just a tiny amount of money each month that barely paid the bills.

  Besides, I’d had to do what was right for me and Evie. We’d finally gone on a date, a real date between a man and a woman, and I’d realized how dangerous that was. Not for me – I didn’t give a fuck what people thought of me. It was for my best girl. If people found out that she was dating her biology teacher, not only would there be scandal, but people would question her integrity, and she’d potentially be cited by the Academic Integrity Committee. And then what? There’d be a permanent mark on her transcript, and her dreams of going to college would be ruined. She would be blackballed by all of the good schools.

  So I’d had to leave. I had cut off all contact with the curvy girl, telling my doorman to screen her if she came by, to act vague and say that I was out. Also, I was careful to avoid being seen for a while. I’d left for work early in the morning and had stayed at my other apartment most nights so that no one could catch me unawares.

  And it had worked. I’d spent a year without Evie now – without her hungry pussy wrapped around my cock, without feeling those heavy breasts in my palms, the nipples hard and the flesh soft and creamy. Even more, I haven’t heard her laugh or seen those pink pouty lips stretch in a smile as those brown eyes gaze into mine with love and lust.

  Fuck, but I hope it’s not too late for us. A woman’s love is nothing to sneeze at, and I’d been a fucker, leaving her with no warning and dropping off the edge of the Earth. So I had to take this opportunity to explain myself, to confront her and make her see that what I’d done was actually what was best for her and for us as a couple.

  “Evie,” I grind out harshly, my mouth watering at the sight of the beautiful female. What the fuck is she wearing? It’s some kind of blue thing, totally transparent and sleeveless, stopping just above her puss and showing her swimsuit underneath. How can she walk around campus half-naked like this? My hackles raise, and my cock punches out. God, it’s an automatic reaction for me. Around her, I’m immediately aroused, turned on to the fucking max whenever I’m in her vicinity.

  The brunette spins around slowly, her eyes widening, taking me in.

  “Mr. Phillips?” she breathes. Then, a little louder, “Stone?”

  I growl and draw her into my arms. We’re just outside the pool complex with students streaming by, but I don’t care.

  “Hey, little girl,” I murmur into her hair, savoring the sweet scent of those brown curls. “I’ve missed you.”

  But despite the big boobs pressed against my chest and her quick, indrawn breaths, Evie stiffens, her back going ramrod straight.

  “What are you doing here?” she asks in a loud whisper. “What the fuck? Where have you been?”

  I’m expecting this reaction, so my arms tighten around her, becoming steel bands.

  “I get it,” I murmur soothingly into her hair. “I took off, but it was for the better. I’m back now, though, and we’ll work it out.”

  But the little girl is a spitfire, and she’s not having it. She struggles, her big boobs bouncing and pushing against my massive chest while her eyes shoot sparks.

  “You get it?” she hisses, her face going slightly red. “Stone, you don’t get it at all. No matter where you’ve been, no matter what you’ve been doing, I don’t care! You don’t just get to come back and say it’s okay. The world doesn’t work like that.”

  I’m struggling to hold her – the miles of bouncing flesh are so arousing and so tempting – but Evie is fighting me hard. I want to close the distance between us and haul her up against my big form before tossing her in my car, but I stop myself. Being arrested for abduction is just not in the cards. So I let her go. Both of us step back, eyeing each other warily and panting.

  “Evie,” I rumble, holding a hand out to her. “Listen to me. Let’s go somewhere we can talk, and I’ll explain.”

  “Bullshit!” she hisses, looking at my outstretched hand like it’s poison. “You’re not explaining anything! I have shit to do, and you can’t just come waltzing in and disrupt everything!”

  I look at her, my brows lowered in frustration. “What? What do you have to do? What’s more important than this, than us?” I gesture, frowning.

  Her breath hitches at the word ‘us.’

  “For your information, there is no ‘us,’” she replies haughtily. “And if you haven’t noticed, I have my swimsuit on. I have a workout planned,” she mutters frozenly. “The sports facility is right here.”

  I eye her up and down, tracing those creamy curves. I almost lose it then; I can hardly stand that there is so much gorgeous, curvy flesh out in the open, barely shielded by that cover-up. Dudes are walking by blatantly checking my girl out, eating her up with their eyes.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I growl, suddenly possessive. “You walk around campus naked like this all of the time? Here,” I mutter, grabbing her towel out of her hands and draping it around her shoulders, “cover yourself. That outfit is fucking indecent.”

  At that, Evie gasps, fighting me. Struggling under my hands, she tries to brush the material off of her shoulders. Her boobs jiggles and her butt jounces, but her efforts are totally futile. I’m intent on covering her up because there is no way, no how that other guys are going to look at that delectable body. It belongs to me; that pussy, those tits, and those thighs – they are mine.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you, Stone?” She gasps, and her eyes flare as she struggles and twists, trying to throw me off. “You don’t get to come here and tell me what to do, what to wear, and how to behave! You disappeared!” she hisses. “Disappeared without a trace, and now you think you can come back and be the boss? Get a clue!” she spits out.

  But before I can retort, campus security pulls up.

  “Ma’am,” interrupts the officer, frowning. “This man bothering you?”

  I look at the intruder and almost laugh. The guy is scrawny, maybe five-five, and is riding a Segue like a mall cop policing a bunch of teens. Really? Get serious. I’m not threatened at all. He probably only has pe
pper spray, not even a gun.

  But in the interest of keeping calm and not making a scene, I pull the brunette close to me, plastering her to my side before dropping a kiss on the top of her head.

  “Officer, thanks for your interest, but we’re fine,” I state with a fake smile, giving Evie a little shake as she begins to squirm again. “My girlfriend and I were just about to go for a swim at my house,” I rumble, binding the brunette to me with an arm of steel.

  As she struggles against me, her curvy form wiggling, I reach down and pinch her ass, out of sight of the officer. I clutch that hot, heavy flesh between two fingers, the twinging pressure making her gasp and her cheeks color.

  “Right, Evie?” I murmur smoothly, smirking slightly. “We were just going for a swim.”

  By now, my hand is stroking her ass, massaging the place I’d just pinched with warm fingers, soothing her by tracing hot circles.

  “That-that’s right,” Evie stammers, thrown for a loop and shooting a weak smile at the police officer. “My boy-boyfriend and I were just going for a swim.”

  The sense of ownership that floods me upon hearing those words is immense. My chest puffs out; I feel like I’m on top of the world. Hearing Evie say the word “boyfriend” and having that fat ass back in my grasp only cements my belief even further – that we are right together, that this little girl belongs to me and only me.

  Throwing another fake smile at the officer, I pull Evie close to my big form and nuzzle her ear.

  “Ready to go, honey?” I rumble, looking deep into her eyes. “Ready for some skinny-dipping at home?”

  In response, she gasps, her body pressed fully against me now, her nipples hard against my chest. You couldn’t shine a flashlight between us; there’s not an inch of space, nary a crack. And is it my imagination or has her cunt just gushed, a slight spill of warmth hot against my leg. It has to be, and I smirk again, pulling her tight against me.

  “Let’s go, baby girl,” I rumble. “The pool’s heated, and the sauna,” I wink, “is even better.”

  By now, our petite security officer is disgusted, and he maneuvers his Segue around, looking for other damsels in distress to help.

  “Keep it down,” he commands imperiously from his perch. “Or else I’ll have to cite you next time.”

  As he rolls away, Evie finally struggles out of my grasp. She’s breathless and panting slightly, her cheeks flushed.

  “You are really something,” she heaves, glaring at me. “You know that? You are really one ballsy motherfucker.”

  I smirk. “I aim to please. And as for fucking? The only woman I’ll be fucking is you.”

  That statement makes the brunette’s cheeks color and her tits heave up and down with shallow, gaspy breaths.

  “What the hell is going on?” she manages to say, still panting slightly. “Seriously, Stone, what is going on?”

  And suddenly, I’m somber too.

  “Evie, I want to explain,” I implore, my hand out. “But I can’t do it here, in front of the Aquaplex, with a million people walking by. Come to my house, and we’ll talk about it there,” I say persuasively. “I wasn’t lying. I do have a pool out back.”

  The girl stares at me suspiciously then. State is in the center of town in a ritzy area, and it isn’t often that people can afford a house here, much less a house with a pool. But then again, Evie doesn’t know who I really am, my entire backstory.

  “Listen, I promise that if you hear me out and still hate everything about me, I’ll never bother you again.” With this promise, I step back, both hands up, as if waving a white flag. “Just give me this chance,” I add, fixing my gaze on her, already drowning in those warm caramel depths. “Just one more chance.”

  She scrutinizes me, taking in my supplication, before nodding slowly.

  “Okay, but I have class in an hour, so I’ve got to be back before then,” she decides carefully. I can tell she’s just being cautious, that she doesn’t want to give in entirely. But it’s enough for me. The opening is more than sufficient, and I smile at the girl genuinely.

  “You won’t regret it,” I rumble, turning to escort her to my car. “I promise, you won’t.”

  And I have every intention of making good on my word. Because I love Evie. She is mine, and I am hers … I just have to make her see that.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Evie

  I gasp as we pull up to the big stone house. It isn’t even really a house; it’s a mansion. Acres and acres of manicured lawns surround the imposing building with a fountain in front, a big circular drive, and a huge, sparkling infinity pool that drops off to the horizon on the side.

  “Is-is this all yours?” I stammer. My Spidey sense has been tingling for the last fifteen minutes because the car Stone is driving is no mere car. It’s a luxury sports car, a top of the line silver Jag with all of the accoutrements. It has buttery leather interiors, touchscreen displays, and a motor that hums like pure sex itself, rumbling with a deep growl.

  Stone can tell how shocked I am and how arousing I find it all.

  “Like what you see, baby?” he asks silkily. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you drive it.”

  I color, my knees drifting apart as if he’s just touched me. His warm words gust against my cunt. The big man laughs, attuned to every inch of my body and every shiver of sensation that courses through my frame.

  “Oh, I’ll let you drive it and then some,” he growls, eying me hungrily. “This gearshift is good for something, don’t you agree?” he asks. His big hand strokes the ten-inch protrusion, the knob a gleaming silver, curved just so.

  To my shame, heat courses through me again. My pussy tingles as electricity runs through my pelvic region, making me wet. Oh my god, Stone is so fucking dirty, and I love it. What could we do with the gearshift? Hump it? Wipe my kitty all over the knob, bearing down until it slips inside, my pussy lips parting over the sleek metal? Oh fuck, I am a dirty bitch, a horny little girl. Reading my body like a master, Stone laughs again, his eyes wicked.

  “That’s right, and I have even more planned,” he whispers, devouring my plump form with his gaze. My swimsuit suddenly feels so hot, tight, and uncomfortable. “But first, we need to talk.”

  I almost die then. I’m so desperate at this point that I want Stone to fuck me right here in this little cab of a car. Take me, use me, and make me his come slut once more. But he’s already shutting off the car and getting out, striding to my side before opening the door and hauling me out into his arms.

  “Mmm,” he breathes. “I’ve missed you, little girl.”

  And that brings me back to my senses. Because Stone disappeared for a year with no trace, breaking my heart, and now he’s back, playing with me, toying with me, and making me want him within twenty minutes of his reappearing. Shame courses through me. How can I be so weak and so spineless?

  I take a deep breath and square my shoulders, looking him straight in the eye.

  “We do need to talk,” I confirm. “Like adults, with no ass-pinching and no name-calling.”

  The man merely quirks an eyebrow at me. “You didn’t like the butt stroke, baby?” he drawls. “I could swear you liked it, and besides, I never call you anything … except in bed.”

  I color again. “The past is the past,” I say stiffly, trying my best to shoot him a glare. “We’re here to talk.”

  Stone smiles secretively before bowing at the waist and gesturing toward the house with a flourish.

  “After you,” he rumbles, his eyes dancing.

  I ignore his dramatic ways and make my way to the huge double doors of the mansion. When they swing open, I gasp again because the interior is magnificent, like something straight out of Architectural Digest or another decorator’s magazine. White couches are scattered about a massive living space, complete with two flat screen TVs, parquet floors, and even a small bar with ornate wood paneling and countless high-end liquors. I’m astonished. My eyes grow wide at the luxury before me.

/>   “Beautiful, isn’t it?” remarks Stone. “Plus, there’s this.” His fingers fly over a remote, pushing buttons.

  I watch, stunned, as the drapes draw back on motorized wheels to reveal floor-to-ceiling windows, showing off the manicured grounds behind the house as well as the infinity pool. The blue water of the pool glows with interior lights, almost too beautiful to swim in.

  But Stone is having none of it.

  “Come on,” he murmurs, opening the patio door and pulling me outside. “We might as well sit by the pool as we chat. It’s gorgeous, and honey, you look delectable in that swimsuit,” he remarks, throwing another grin my way.

  I flush. “We’re talking business,” I admonish, trying to keep things kosher. “Strictly business,” I remind him again.

  Stone shoots me a broad smile before sitting down on a lounger and gesturing for me to do the same.

  “Of course. I wouldn’t think otherwise. Now, what did you want to talk about?” he asks innocently, his eyebrow quirked.

  I exhale with impatience. “Stone.” I’m exasperated suddenly. “Let’s start with the obvious. Where have you been? Why did you disappear without a word? Especially after-after,” and here I choke, “after you took my virginity?”

  He’s serious then, his blue eyes darkening into a stormy gray and looking at me with feeling, with fervor.

  “Honey,” he whispers quietly. “I wanted to do what was best for us, and leaving was what was best,” he states. “I know it was sudden, that I gave you no advance warning, but trust me, the less contact we had, the better.”

  I shake my head, disagreeing. “Whatever your reasons, they couldn’t have justified leaving me like that. Who does that? Who takes a girl’s virginity and then beats feet out of town?”

  Stone sighs. “I know this is going to be tough to understand, but I was doing it for you, Evie,” he claims gently. “When you came over for dinner, suddenly, I realized we’d entered new territory, and the stakes were high. Really high.”