“Because often, they do...especially when it comes to men.”
“Dad, please!” I cry out, my cheeks flushing red. “Your own sexism is astounding when you’re the Dean of a university. He was really helpful and there’s nothing going on that’s out of place.”
“Then tell me why you’re blushing.”
The comment only makes me turn redder, but I do my best to keep myself composed. I’ve never been the kind of girl who blushes and falls at people’s feet, but Dylan seems to have changed me in just a short amount of time. Now, I feel as though I’d do anything for him. It’s completely unlike me.
“I’m blushing because my Dad is trying to ask me embarrassing questions about my new professor! You’re going to make the rest of the semester so awkward for me if you carry on like this...now I have to go and get Penny for her one on one. Just because you’re the Dean and I’m your daughter it doesn’t mean you can just walk into my classes and do things like that...go and give a surprise check to someone else’s class.”
I begin to walk away, my heart pounding hard in my chest. I don’t like lying to him. I don’t like pretending that this thing with Dylan doesn't mean a thing, either. We may only have known each other for a few precious minutes, but I already know this thing is going to be something incredible. I know we’re going to go the distance… that is if my Dad doesn’t try to stand in my way.
“Stay away from him, Cora,” my father growls as I retreat. I close my eyes, trying to keep myself together.
One day with Dylan and I’m already coming undone.
Dylan
As Cora and her father leave the room, I feel my hands clenching into fists. I can’t believe that she’s the Dean’s daughter. It’s just typical that the first time I come close to a woman I want something stands directly in my way. I’m not afraid of a challenge. I’m not afraid to fight for what I want, even if it means risking my position here at the university.
I know Cora is worth it. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I had to make her mine. She’s awoken a beast inside me, she’s made me want to sweep her up and claim her as my own. If only her father hadn’t walked in...we’d probably be fucking right now, my cock buried deep inside her, my seed itching to bury inside her and find her womb.
But now that I know who she is, I know this is going to be much harder than I thought. He’s going to do everything he can to come between us. That much is obvious. He must’ve noticed the chemistry between me and Cora when he walked into the room. But I’m not stopping for anything. He can try all he wants, but he won’t stand in the way of me making her mine. No other woman will do. She’s the only one who can bring me to life. She’s the only one who can make my heart leap and my animalistic instincts go wild. I’ve waited all this time for her. And no man will ever stop me from having her now.
I’m gathering some of my notes when the Dean returns. I expected that he would. He stalks toward me and I straighten to my full height, looking down at him. He has the sense to look intimidated by my presence.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re doing just don’t involve my daughter,” he hisses. “She’s special and deserves a man who will know how to treat her. She deserves a good man of her own age. She doesn’t need her professor lurking around and trying to distract her from her studies and from finding a good man.”
Why does he assume that I can’t give her those things? I’m an esteemed professor. I make good money, as he knows. I’m strong and protective and completely obsessed with her. I want her more than any other man ever will. Why does he assume that I’m no good for her? I clench my fists at my sides once again. There is a fury and fire in my veins, fueling me through this. He doesn’t understand the connection I have with Cora.
“I was just doing my job,” I growl through gritted teeth. “It seems that you’re being very protective of her, but there’s no need. She’s in good hands in my class.”
I know that I want more from her than any other student. I know that our relationship will go beyond the walls of the classroom. But it doesn’t mean that I won’t care for her. It doesn’t mean that I can’t also be a good teacher to her. What the Dean doesn’t understand is that I intend to give her everything, body, and soul, and that includes being a good teacher to her. If he’d only back off, I’d be able to show him that.
“I don’t trust you,” the Dean snaps. “I don’t trust that you have good intentions. So until you prove that you do, I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”
I glare back at him and he sighs.
“You don’t have children, do you? You don’t understand what it means to want to protect your child with your life. So I don’t expect you to understand why I’m being this way. But let me make this clear, Dylan.” He leans in close. “I will not let you lead her astray. I won’t have you ruining her future by trying to become a part of it. One more year and she’s going to leave here. She’s going to go out into the real world and become a real success. That was her destiny way before you got here. So don’t derail those plans. Stay away.”
“She’s my student. I can’t stay away.”
“You know exactly what I mean,” he snaps as he leaves the room once again. And I do. He’s telling me not to get close and personal with her. He’s telling me not to try and fulfill my desires...to kiss her, to worship her body, to fuck her senseless, and fill her with my babies. But that’s not his choice. It’s mine and hers. If she wants this as much as I do, then there’s no chance in hell that we’re staying apart. This is happening whether he likes it or not.
She’s going to be mine and mine only.
Chapter Three
Cora
I moved through the rest of this day in a complete daze. I can barely believe that I’ve met someone who I’m so utterly obsessed with in such a short amount of time. The moment I laid eyes on Dylan, I was infatuated. Now I can’t stop thinking about him. I can’t stop wondering what might’ve happened if we hadn’t been interrupted. I keep questioning what would’ve happened if we’d had more time together, maybe set up a date…
But my Dad split us apart before we could make any plans. Now I have to accept that until I see him again, I’ll be kept in the dark about what’s going on between us. I wish I could fast forward time, but as I sit at home, impatiently waiting for something to happen, I realize that time has never moved this slowly for me. It’s a form of torture I never expected to endure.
“You’re very quiet tonight, Cora,” my Dad comments as we’re eating our dinner. Or rather he is eating his dinner and I’m poking at mine with a fork.
“First day blues,” I mutter. It’s not true, of course. I normally love the first day of classes. But meeting Dylan as my new professor has changed everything. How am I supposed to walk into class every day and resist the urge to throw myself at him? How am I supposed to sit there and listen to him talk about classic literature when I can feel this intense longing between the two of us driving me crazy? Penny has been messaging me all day, trying to figure out why I was kept back in class, but I can’t explain this to anyone yet. Not when I don’t even understand it myself.
“You shouldn’t be stressing on the first day back. Forget anything Mr. Harker might have told you. You don’t need to try and read five books before tomorrow,” Dad says with a roll of his eyes. I scowl.
“No, I don’t, because I already did all of the required reading.”
“Then what can you possibly have to worry about on the first day back? You don’t have exams until the end of the year and your coursework isn’t due until Christmas. Relax.”
I wish I could relax, but it’s hard when I can’t even talk to someone about what’s bothering me. The one thing that would relax me right now is being able to see Dylan and explore what’s happening between us. There’s so much I want to do, so much I want to find out about him...but until our next class, I guess he’s off limits to me.
My phone chimes and I sigh. I’m not in the mood to speak to any of my friends
right now. I bet they’ll want to talk about our new professor and the last thing I need is to try and muster up some fake commentary on how I feel about him.
But it’s none of my friends when I check my phone. It’s an email on my student account. My heart begins to beat faster. Could it be…
I open the email and I almost gasp out loud. It’s him. It’s Dylan. And this isn’t a group email for the class. It’s just for me.
Cora,
I need to see you. Get away from home if you can and meet me in the classroom. We can talk properly when we can guarantee we’re going to be alone.
Dylan
I feel a little sick with nerves. This is exactly what I wanted, and yet I don’t know if I have the courage to go there. What will I tell my father? How am I supposed to make up an excuse this late at night to get away? The clock says eight thirty and it’s rare I go anywhere after classes have finished unless it’s been pre-planned.
But I have to get to that classroom. I need to get this time alone with Dylan or I’ll never forgive myself for letting this opportunity pass me by. I stand up suddenly in my chair, breathing hard and hoping an excuse will come to me.
“Cora? Where are you going? We’re in the middle of dinner,” my Dad says with a scowl. I swallow.
“Sorry, Dad. I have somewhere to be. Penny...she needs help summarizing her notes on Lolita before our class tomorrow...I forgot that I promised to help her out. She’s waiting for me.”
“And she can’t wait until you’ve finished your dinner?”
I shake my head. Dad sighs and shakes his head.
“Alright. Take the car. But be home by midnight. I can’t exactly be a good Dean if I let my daughter stay out late the night before her classes.”
I nod, but I’m already rushing for the door before he finishes his sentence. He calls something after me, but I don’t even hear as I grab the keys and head out the door. I have to get out of here before he tries to change his mind.
As I drive over to the university, my hands are shaking and my heart is racing. Part of me can’t wait for this moment, but another part of me is terrified. What if he’s changed his mind about me? What if I can’t think of a word to say and he thinks I’m boring? I know that this is my one chance to impress him, and there’s a lot of pressure, but there is another part of me, deep inside, that’s saying this is meant to be. Dylan and I were meant to meet today. We’re going to click just like we did before in the classroom. We’re going to go the distance.
As I pull up at the school, my fear subsides a little. I’ve got this. I head inside, my head held high in confidence. I want to show him that I’m not afraid to jump in headfirst. I’m not some scared little girl.
I’m the woman of his dreams.
Dylan
Sending the email was a risky move. I know that the Dean has the power to read any of the emails we send from our work email address. I know he might catch me anyway since it’s his daughter I’m asking to meet me at school in the dead of night.
But I have to try. Since I met her today, my cock has been rock hard and throbbing for her. I’ve been unable to think of anything, but her. Waiting around to see if she’ll show up has been torture like no other, but I have to give it a go. Waiting until tomorrow isn’t an option. The animal inside me is urgent, desperate for her. I need to rip her clothes off her body and take her like they did back in the prehistoric era with free abandon. I’d fuck her any time, anywhere. She’s driven me crazy in the short time I’ve known her. I need to make her body mine.
And that’s why I’m here after hours, pretending that I’m here to work late, but there’s a cheese plate set out and a bottle of wine just begging to be devoured. I don’t want her to think I’m making assumptions about what’s going to happen here tonight, but I also want her to know that this isn’t just some study session. This is a date. If she doesn’t like that and chooses to walk away, then I guess I’ll have to accept her decision. But if she shows up after the email I sent, then I think she must be on the same page I am. After all, when else would a student turn up to their place of study so late at night.
I hear the sound of footsteps in the corridor and my cock surges in my pants. I just know it’s her. As she peers her head around the corner, I stand. Every possessive bone in my body is desperate to just grab her and take her right here and now, but I need to be a gentleman. I want her to know that she’s safe with me.
“Cora,” I growl. Her pretty round cheeks blush at the sight of me and I know she’s feeling the same connection I do. I move toward her and take her hand.
“Let’s take a seat.”
She lets me guide her to the same place we sat together earlier today at the front of the class. She eyes up the cheese plate I’ve made and the wine and blushes even more.
“This is really nice. I’ve never had someone do something like this for me before.”
“A beautiful woman like you deserves much more than what I’m offering tonight,” I growl. “I want to take you out for real, Cora. I just don’t want to get you into trouble.”
She nods. “My Dad...he’s very protective of me. I’m sorry if he gave you a hard time before.”
“I can handle him,” I say. “But I’m not going to let him stand in our way. I can understand his concerns, but I’ll never hurt you, Cora. All I want is to be good to you.” I lean in closer to her and my hand finds her waist. She gasps at the contact, but she doesn't flinch away. So close like this, our hearts racing, we can almost kid ourselves that we’re the only two people in the world.
“Why me?” she whispers.
“I can’t explain it. But the moment I saw you, I knew. You’re a beautiful woman and your intelligence is clear from a mile off...and I can’t deny the way my body reacted to you. You’ve changed me, Cora. I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you. I don’t think there’s anyone like you in this world. I just knew when I saw you sitting in the front row of my class that you were meant to be mine. I want you...and I’m used to getting what I want.”
“Even if there are obstacles?” Cora asks me, her eyes wide. “People are never going to let us just be. They’ll see the age gap between us...they’ll see that you’re supposed to be my superior...my teacher. We’re not supposed to be doing this.”
“But rules are made to be broken,” I growl. “I don’t care how many I have to break to be with you. I’d sacrifice anything and everything to get a chance at being with you. If I lose this job, at least I’ll have you. If things don’t work out then at least I got my shot with you. That’s all I want, Cora...a shot at being your man.”
She’s breathing hard, staring into my eyes. Her heavy breasts heaving as she takes in what I’ve said and I can’t take this tension anymore longer. With our bodies so close together, I can feel the urgency of how much I need her. I grab her face in my hands, a growl forming in the back of my throat.
“Dylan…” she breathes. It’s the last straw for me, hearing her say my name in that breathy voice. I can’t hold back for another second. Desire floods my body.
I have to kiss her.
Chapter Four
Cora
His lips crash down against mine and we kiss hungrily for the first time. I’ve never been kissed in my life, but I know that it doesn’t get better than this. There’s so much heat between us, so much passion in the movement of our lips that I feel wetness flood between my legs. I want this so badly. I want him with every fiber of my being.
His hands grab my curvy waist and pull me closer to him. He doesn’t seem to mind that my hips are wide and that I’m not stick thin. In fact, as I hear the growl coming from his throat, it occurs to me that my body turns him on. A lot.
I find myself straddling his lap, our mouths moving against one another’s heatedly. It feels so good to finally be doing this. I might’ve only known Dylan a day, but I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this moment. I never knew who it would be with, but now that it’s happening with him, I know that this momen
t only works with him involved.
“God, I need you,” he growls against my lips as his hands venture to cup my breasts through my top. I moan. My core is pressed against his crotch and I can feel how big and hard he is, even though my panties and his trousers. My skirt fans over the top of us, allowing me to get closer to him. I grind myself against his cock and he groans, continuing to fondle my breasts.
“Cora” he moans. He grabs the hem of my shirt and brings it over the top of my head, tossing it aside. Within seconds, his fingers are nimbly unhooking my bra and pulling it away from my body. My stomach twists with excitement and anxiety. No man has ever seen me without my clothes on, but I want him to be the first one and only man to see me like this. It makes me feel vulnerable but in the best possible way.
He growls as my breasts are bared for him to see. He caresses them again, kissing my neck hungrily. I continue to grind against him, my arms wrapped around his neck. I must be doing something right because every movement of my body seems to drive him wilder. He’s like a caged animal who has just escaped and is filling his every inhibition.
“You little minx,” he growls. “The things I’m going to do to you.”
I gasp in shock at the pleasure that rushes through me. I can’t even imagine the heights he’s going to take me to. I want him so badly that my center is throbbing along with my heartbeat. When he captures my nipple in his teeth and his hand ventures under my skirt to touch me, I cry out in pleasure, knowing he’s about to give me everything I need and crave.
His fingers expertly find my clit and he begins to circle his finger there through my panties. I moan in delight, rubbing myself up against his hand. I want to touch him too, but since I’m still straddling him, I can’t really do much now. As his mouth moves from my nipple back up to my mouth, his lips swallow up my moans. It’s so hot that I feel weak in the knees.
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