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"Danielle," Davis said, somehow managing to sneak up on her. Her pulse raced, her mind trying to access a million different answers and excuses that would never come. She refused to turn toward him, knowing she would have no choice but to see the animalistic look in his eyes, so unlike the professionalism he exuded in the classroom. Instead, she felt his hot breath, his lips on her collarbone, her neck.
"You are such a fascinating woman, Danielle," he murmured in her ear, depositing the wine glass on a shelf. She took a deep swig of the red liquid, trying not to make it too obvious that she was completely unruffled by his nearness, his presence, his touch.
"You're my Professor," she managed, not really arguing with him, but stating his position in case he had, for whatever reason, forgotten his commitment to academics.
"I would love to teach you some things," he continued, his arm now encircling her waist, his other hand resting on her round hip. "If you'll let me."
Her heart threatened to break through her rib cage at the prospect of experiencing one of Davis's after-school lessons. She turned around slowly to face him, looking up at his bright eyes, his sensuous smile. He stepped closer to her, sandwiching her between the bookcase and his body, cupping the side of her face in his hand, and brushed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.
Danielle inhaled sharply, shocked by his touch. She looked up at him, his mouth looming right over hers, his hot breath caressing her lips.
"You are as gorgeous as you are intelligent," he told her, his mouth finally connecting with hers, burning her, dizzying her. His tongue was warm as it moved lightly against hers. Any thought of resistance was beyond futile, she thought to herself, breathing in his musk, tugging on his shirt to pull him closer to her. She felt his fingers graze her breasts, her nipples, the top button of her white shirt, unfastening it with one hand.
A flush crept over her, her heart beating faster, all of her senses focused all on him. He pulled away from her, staring into her eyes as he unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, opening each side, revealing the tops of her round breasts, bounded her white bra. Davis slowly traced his fingers over the lacy trim.
She removed her shirt, letting it fall to the floor. As he watched, she unhooked her bra and let the straps slip down her arms, revealing her considerable breasts. Davis's hands cupped them, running his thumbs over her nipples, sending a jolt throughout her core.
Danielle gasped at his touch, feeling his hardness pressing against her belly, making her legs part involuntarily, wanting him between them. She pushed up against his body, blindly undoing his shirt, trailing her fingertips over every new expanse of smooth flesh, pressing her naked breasts against his chest, her nipples rubbing up against him. He picked her up easily and set her down on top of his desk.
Davis brushed away the stray strands of her blond hair, then trailed his mouth over Danielle's chest, burying his face in her breasts, unzipping her pants. She grabbed his hair as he circled each of her hard nipples with his hot tongue, arching closer to meet his touch.
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