Seducing the Professor

by Sabel Simmons

  Alexandra closed her eyes. She snapped them open when his fingers trailed a slow path from her mound all the way to the back of her cleft, his eyes on his fingers, watching and his breathing increased. She clamped her legs shut and sat up against the headboard.

  “No! I … you … we …”

  “Alas, you are right. Come here, Blondie. Let’s get some sleep.”

  He lowered himself on the bed and took her hand to pull her closer. She struggled.

  “You can’t sleep here!”

  “Why not? We just made shattering love to each other and if you for one moment think I am about to slink back to my room, you are sadly mistaken. No Baby, you will sleep in my arms tonight. Now get over here, I am tired.”

  He nearly lifted her next to him and soon settled on his back with his arm around her and her head on his chest. He reached down and pulled her one leg up and draped it over his waist. She felt his lips on her hair and tried to relax. This would be the first time she slept with a man … in a man’s arms. Before she knew it, she was sound asleep. Her arm curled around Paul’s chest and tugged in beneath his shoulder.

  It was still dark when Alexandra walked into the stables. She managed to detangle her from Paul’s arms and legs without waking him and showered and dressed in one of the other rooms.

  Her mind was in absolute shambles. She was still in a state of shock. Her mother would disinherit her if she knew her daughter had sex with a stranger. And he was a stranger. Yet, just thinking of the night before she felt her core tighten in memory and anticipation of more and she groaned. Who knew? She surely never knew how earthshattering a climax with a man inside her would be.

  She groaned and closed her eyes, remembering his mouth on her breasts, his hard, big shaft inside her, driving her to heights so quickly she felt bereft. Bereft because she wanted it to last longer and because now … she wanted more! Good Lord … she needed more!

  She walked to the end of the stable where Samuel had David clear one of the stalls and they had set up a small lab for her. She started preparing the tubes for the blood and DNA samples she wanted to draw and by the time the sun came up, she nearly had everything prepared.

  “So Blondie … do you make a habit of running away?”

  Alexandra startled at his soft raspy voice behind her and nearly screamed in frustration when a deep heated quiver started in her core.

  “I did not run away.”

  “No? By the look of this, you left me in the middle of the night already.”

  She sighed and forced the trembling of her fingers down as she clamped a tube she just labelled. She cleared her throat, but gasped when suddenly she felt his hard heat against her back. He pulled her hair from her nape and his hot lips closed over the sensitive skin in the curve of her neck. His tongue stroking before he pulled the skin between his lips and sucked sensually. Alexandra nearly shot up from the chair at the heat that immediately drenched her panties.

  His hands folded around her waist to close possessively over her breasts, kneading and stroking over her nipples that shriveled up as if commanded to do so.

  “I didn’t like waking up alone, Blondie. Remember that in future.”

  Alexandra pushed from the chair, effectively breaking his hold on her and turned to face him with the chair as a shield in front of her. Their eyes met and she gasped. His need burning in his for her to see. She took a deep breath.

  “Look, Shuttle, I am sorry if you got the wrong impression from … what happened last night.”

  “And what impression would that be?”

  He planted his feet wide apart and crossed his arms over his chest. Looking down at her over his nose made her feel like a naughty schoolgirl.

  “That we’re … that I … that … dammit, we’re both adults and we had sex, but that’s it. I am not here as your playboy bunny. We both … scratched an itch last night, so let’s just leave it at that.”

  His eyes darkened with each word she uttered and by the time she finished with a voice that turned huskier by the minute, he glowered at her.

  “So you used me and now I have to crawl away like an unwanted puppy?”

  “Oh for goodness sake! You came to me! I did not invite you!”

  “Yet you did not chase me away either! Let me make one thing very clear here, Professor. I needed sex, yes, but I could have gone to anyone for that, but I came to you. I wanted you … I needed you!”

  Her eyes widened and she shook her head. This was not happening. She could not allow him to take over her mind so rapidly, so easily draw her into believing him!

  “I … you don’t even know me! I don’t know you! I could have been anyone and it would have happened!”

  “No, Blondie, in that you are wrong, it was you I wanted and still do.”

  “No. I am here to work, not for some sexual liaison.”

  He smiled wickedly, his eyes scorching down her body.

  “Hmm … I’ll allow you space to work, but as far as you and I are concerned … I am not backing down. I want you Alexandra Simpson, and I am going to get you. Better get used to the idea, Angel.”

  He turned and walked out of the stall towards the entrance of the stables. His voice chirpy in the rustling barn.

  “Ellie says breakfast is ready … and she hates it when it goes to waste!”

  Chapter Five

  Working on the Ranch in constant contact with the horses was exhilarating and more fulfilling than Alexandra ever would have imagined. She chose to go into research because of the value she could add to the industry, now she wondered if she had made the right choice.

  Working with tubes and computers was not a match to touching and connecting with the majestic animals that totally entrenched themselves into her heart and soul.

  “Samuel, I want to start with the examinations today.”

  “All the mares breeding?”

  “No. All the stallions that covered them.”

  He frowned at her. “What is going on in that pretty little head of yours, missy?”

  She was preoccupied with feeding some of the results she just received back from ADC into her computer and replied offhandedly.

  “Something about the DNA strands does not gel. I am thinking … maybe … oh!” She sat up suddenly and looked at Samuel.

  “How many foals survived over the past month?”

  “Six.”

  “Genders?”

  “Two fillies, the rest colts.”

  “Let us start with them. Do you have their birthing examination records? Better yet, do you think we could get the vet out here that did it?”

  “Sure. I’ll phone Brett. David!”

  “Yes Boss!”

  “Fetch the six foals in the bottom pasture and herd up all the stallions that covered the mares that are now breeding.”

  “On it Boss. Barry! Gary … let’s get cracking boys. The boss has spoken!”

  The past two weeks have been filled with hours of analysis, running and re-running tests, until all Alexandra saw at night was test tubes and computer printouts. She worked long hours, desperate for a breakthrough before Paul returned from Virginia.

  She was relieved when he left the day after she arrived … on the other hand, her body protested the loss. Every night since, she relived the feelings and pleasures he made her feel and her whole body quivered with need.

  He phoned her every day for a progress report and his voice churned the heat inside her to a constant shimmer. He was in the process of buying Arabian Stallions and Quarter horses for his stable. He always did the buying himself and only sourced the best of the best, which was why his stable was globally rated as the best.

  Alexandra noted final results on the file of the filly she just examined and sat staring at the notation with a frown between her eyes. Her cell phone rang and she answered it absently.

  “H’lo.”

  “Blondie? Something wrong?”

  “Paul, Hi. No, everything is fine.”

  “Do you miss me, A
ngel?”

  His voice suddenly deep and warm in her ear. It was the first time he made any mention to something personal between them since he left.

  “Shuttle … I told …”

  “I miss you … very much. You better get enough sleep, Angel. You won’t sleep for a week when I return. You have a hell of an ache to cure!”

  He chuckled at her gasp and ended the call before she could utter a word.

  Alexandra decided to take a long bath before dinner and felt completely relaxed by the time she walked down the stairs in search of Ellie. She made it clear she would not eat dinner in the massive dining room on her own and they have come to agreement to have dinner on the side patio every evening.

  She heard voices as she approached the doors leading outside and recognized the deep voice of Paul’s cousin. He saw her hesitating in the door and called her over, his arm around a tall and very pregnant woman.

  “Alexandra, I do hope you don’t mind us just dropping by.”

  “Of course not! I am a guest myself!”

  “This is my wife, Mandy. Honey, this is Alexandra Simpson.”

  She walked over and they shook hands. Mandy took both Alexandra’s between hers and smiled warmly at her.

  “It is such a pleasure to meet you. I still can’t believe that Paul had the gall to throw you in jail! And you, Slade Shuttle for allowing it to happen! Look at her! How could anyone ever believe her to be a crook?”

  “Believe me, honey, she didn’t look anything like she does now.”

  Alexandra laughed and they went to sit down around the patio table. Their attention was drawn by the sound of another vehicle that drove up the driveway and parked next to Slade’s.

  “I should have known little miss curious would not be able to stay away too long.”

  He went down the stairs and caught the dark haired woman that jumped into his arms and hugged her tight. The tall blond man just getting out of the car laughingly looking on. She was a bundle of energy and beautiful with a freshness that was refreshing.

  “Alexa, this is Paul’s sister, Amy and her husband Dalton and this is Professor Alexandra Simpson.”

  Slade made the introductions and presently everyone sat around the table. Ellie was in her element that they were all staying for dinner and hustled back to the kitchen, babbling excitedly with the cook.

  Amy smiled at Alexandra and asked tongue in cheek.

  “So, Alexa, is my cousin’s jail clean at least?”

  She laughed and nodded, her anger at that night long forgotten.

  “But he could really do with some proper matrasses. My back was killing me the next morning.”

  “What! Slade! Don’t tell me you kept her locked up the whole night?”

  Slade shrugged. “Your brother was adamant, darling girl. She trespassed and under suspicion of sabotage. All I did was to uphold the law!”

  “Gmhf! He is going to hear a few choice words from me that is for sure! How long have you been with ADC, Alexa?”

  “Two years. Prior to that I headed up the Agriculture division at Washington University.”

  “Do you enjoy research?”

  Alexandra thought back over the past two weeks and shrugged.

  “I thought I did, but working so closely with the horses over the past two weeks … I’m not so sure anymore. I am a qualified Equine Vet and specialized as an Equine Chiropractor. So I have been thinking lately that I might rethink my future once I am done here.”

  “Good to know, Blondie.”

  She gasped and her eyes were caught by the searing silver grey of the man that leaned against the doorframe, his feet negligently crossed at the ankles.

  “Paulie! When did you arrive? We did not notice your car.”

  “Probably because you were yakking so loudly. Hello squirt.” He hugged Amy that jumped up and ran to him. He glowered around the table.

  “What are you all doing here?”

  “Jeez … make us feel welcome, why don’t you Cuz.”

  He only grunted and pushed away from the doorframe, walking to Alexandra, took her hand and drew her up from the chair. She gasped when he pulled her after him towards the door. She struggled and glared at him.

  “What are you … dammit Shuttle … let me go!”

  He did not have the patience to tug her struggling body along, so he bent over and threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her indignant shriek.

  “Put me down! Paul! You jerk! Put me … ouch!”

  Amy’s eyes were as wide as saucers and her smile even wider as she watched her big brother carry Alexandra inside. She winced when she heard the whack of the hard slap he gave her on her bottom for kicking him.

  “Quiet, Blondie and stop that! Kick me once more and …”

  Whack! Whack!

  “Aahh! I am going to kill you! You jerk! You asshole! Put me do … ouch! Stop hitting me!”

  “Then be quiet! You’re giving me a headache!”

  “I’ll give you more than a bloody headache … OUCH!”

  Amy turned back and faced the others who were gaping after the couple as Paul carried Alexandra up the stairs.

  “Well … ehm … don’t you think as the law around here, you should go and assist …”

  “What? I thought you loved me, woman? Do you know what he will do to me if I dare interfere now?”

  They all laughed and started joking around, still amazed at Paul’s actions.

  Paul lowered Alexandra to the floor next to his bed. Before she could do more than pull a deep breath to berate him he pushed her back and they fell on the bed, with him hard and flush between her legs.

  She gasped for breath and his mouth covered hers, slicing his tongue inside, capturing her mouth with hungry urgency. The kiss was provocative then fierce and then wildly sensual. He sipped from her mouth as if he savored a hundred year old whiskey and Alexandra had no recourse but to return the kiss. When her tongue twirled around his he growled and pressed her deeper into the matrass, grinding his swollen and aching shaft into the apex of her legs.

  Alexandra moaned, wrapping her arms around his back, tracing the thick corded muscles straining against his shirt. Paul caressed her hip and slowly pulled her leg higher and wrapped it around his waist, rotating against her aching core at the same time.

  He could not get enough of her mouth and surged deeper, drinking from her honeyed sweetness like a starved man. His fingers tickled over her side to slowly caress the bottom of her breasts. Her nails pressed deep into his back when he flicked her nipples and then roll and pinch them through her shirt.

  He left her lips and licked a slow trail of fire over her throat, the buttons of her shirt giving way beneath his fingers. He flicked her front bra clip open and spread the cups baring her breasts and he growled. Alexandra was breathing so hard, her breasts bobbed with each breath she took. Their eyes met and Paul kept hers prisoner as he lowered his head and captured her nipple between his lips. He watched her eyes narrow and haze over when he started suckling sensually.

  She dug her head into the pillow and arched her back with pleasure. He immediately moved to the other and exulted in her growling mewls. He pressed his shaft harder against her and she gasped.

  “God Alexandra, I missed you! I need you! Now!”

  She took deep choppy breaths. His words penetrating her passion induced mind. She pushed against his chest and he slowly and reluctantly released her breast from his lips.

  She shook her head, her eyes feverish.

  “Stop … oh Lord … you have to … stop!”

  “Why? You want me as much as I do you. Don’t even try and deny it, Baby.”

  “Please Paul! Your family! Everyone is down there! Please don’t do this to me!”

  “Shit! I forgot about them!”

  He stared down at her, his gaze heating up anew at the sight of her quivering and hard nipples, so inviting he had to lean down and take another quick tug on each of them. He sighed heavily and snapped her bra shut, watching her eyes.


  “I’ll make you a deal.”

  “No! You can’t do this! Let me up, Paul. No deals!”

  “Very well, then I’ll just carry on …”

  “Stop! You are a real jerk, do you know that?”

  His smile was wicked and he raised his eyebrows, waiting.

  She sighed. “Very well. What deal?”

  “Once everyone is gone, you will not deny me. You will spend the night right here in my bed … and let me be very clear on that, Alexandra … you won’t be sleeping.”

  “That is a very one sided deal and totally unfair!”

  He reached for her bra clip and she slapped his hands away.

  “You are such a Neanderthal! Okay, alright! Just let me up!”

  “I want to hear what it is you are agreeing with, Alexandra.”

  She glowered at him and her eyes incinerated him.

  “I will spend the night in your bed and deny you nothing.”

  He smiled and gave her a quick hard kiss. He rolled from her and pulled her up heading for the door. His smile as wide as the barn outside. They were nearly at the stairs and she tugged back.

  “Let me go, dammit!”

  He ignored her and kept walking towards the stairs. Alexandra was desperately trying to close her shirt buttons before they reached them, but found it impossible with one hand and being ushered along like a kid in tow.

  “Please Paul, stop!”

  Her panicky voice penetrated at last and he glanced at her, chuckling when he realized he was about to present her back to his family with a gaping shirt.

  He stopped and quickly buttoned her shirt, slapping her hands away. She ran her hands through her hair to put some order to them and he laughed at her.

  “You’re wasting your time, you know.”

  She just glared at him and continued smoothing her hair down. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

  “Your lips are red and swollen, Angel. Fixing your hair is not going to hide the fact that you just kissed me silly.”

  “Oh you rat!”

  Her shriek followed him as he ran down the stairs leaving her to follow at a more sedated pace, realizing the truth of what he said. His family awaited their reappearance with interest upon hearing her cry.