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  Once more, Kat found herself lingering as the other students shuffled books into bags and rose to their feet. The room quickly emptied leaving her alone with Neal. She pulled her bag over her shoulder and strode to his desk. “I really had a great time last night,” she said, resting a rounded hip against his desk.

  Neal looked up from his papers, his gaze halting at the strip of flesh revealed at her waistline. Slowly, he dragged his attention up to her face, only a slightly longer pause at her breast. His nostrils flared.

  He wanted her. The knowledge slammed into her with the impact of a two-by-four. She hadn’t blown it last night, hadn’t messed up any chances. Her pussy clenched and grew moist, her breathing suddenly hitching in her chest. “I was wondering,” she said with a coy smile, “if I could get some private tutoring, teach.”

  “Private tutoring, huh?” Neal set down his book and made a show of sitting up and crossing his hands on top of it. “What kind of private tutoring?” He glanced toward the door to make sure all the students had gone.

  Kat leaned forward. The gap in her sweater drew his attention to the rounded mounds of her breasts, the top of which visible through the open neckline of her sweater. “There’s a process, I’d like to get some assistance with. The application of a solid to a liquid, transmuting them both into fire.”

  “It can be dangerous to play with fire.” Neal reached for her, then curled his hand into a fist. “We probably don’t want to, uh, endanger, any school property.”

  Reaching across his desk, she ran the pad of her thumb across his lower lip. “Oh no. I wouldn’t want that. Besides, I mentioned this was private tutoring. Very private.”

  His tongue slid out to caress her thumb, and a bolt of heat shot through her. She struggled to keep her own breathing even, to fight against the throbbing in her pussy that demanded she leap across the desk and take him right there in his chair. She was so wet she could feel it in her panties, her nipples pointed against the fabric of bra and sweater. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine tasting him, his salty musk filling her mouth, her senses. “I’m a big girl. I’m not afraid of fire.”

  Neal swallowed. His Adam’s apple worked, bobbing up and down in his throat. Behind the barrier of his desk, his cock had to be full and throbbing inside his jeans. Kat reveled in the power she held over him.

  “My house. Seven o’clock.” He scribbled an address on a piece of paper and shoved it across the desk at her.

  Kat took the paper, then folded it and tucked it in her bra, patting it so he knew where she’d placed the paper. From where her inner vixen had come, she didn’t know, but she liked it. A lot.

  “You’re going to pay for leaving me hard and aching all night,” he said. “Make sure you’re ready, or don’t come at all.”

  She’d been ready for this moment her entire adult life. “If I don’t come, then you won’t come either, Neal. And something tells me you want to come very, very badly.” With a wicked smile, Kat sent a silent prayer that her knees still supported her, then turned and strode toward the door.

  ****

  Neal refilled Kat’s wine glass with a locally produced vintage and leaned back. Soft candlelight illuminated the room, his recessed lighting dimmed. Kat sat across from him a soft skirt swishing around her shapely calves, high-heeled sandals on her shapely feet had his cock aching. Her midriff-baring shirt stopped just below her full breasts. The shadowed valley between her cleavage had his mouth watering. He wanted nothing more than to cross the living room, take her into his arms and fuck them both into oblivion.

  And yet, she hadn’t mentioned class. No theories had crossed her lips, only conversation that brought them right back to where they were. His living room. His needs. Oh, she needed too. He saw it in the way her gaze strayed across his broad shirt, dipped below the waistband of his pants. She couldn’t miss the hungry press of his cock against the fly of his jeans. His bare feet seemed oddly casual in the setting, yet they fit.

  Kat set her wineglass down on the end table. She leaned forward, revealing more of her breasts. He envied the clingy, knit material. His hands should be the ones cupping her breasts, letting them fill his palms, the nipples hard and pebbled against his thumb. He shifted in his chair.

  Damn propriety all to hell. So what if he was her professor, a member of the faculty. Right now they were old friends, a man and a woman, and it wasn’t anyone’s business whether he wanted to fuck her to into oblivion. Rising to his feet, Neal crossed the few feet between them and knelt at her feet.

  He unbuckled the straps, and then unwrapped them from around her slender ankle. Sliding off the shoe, he cupped her foot in his hands, one palm curled around the bottom of her foot, the other cupping the top. With his thumbs, he caressed her arch, and Kat gave a breathy moan as he increased the pressure on a sensitive spot along the arch of her foot. Just enough to relax and loosen her inhibitions.

  “Mmm, that’s wonderful,” Kat said, eyes closed in ecstasy. She leaned back against his couch, the plush fabric cradling her body along the curve of her spine.

  Neal increased the pressure. He worked along the ball of her foot, soothing the tense muscles. He walked his fingers over her calf and pulled her foot down to rest against his thigh. Her toes curled into the tense muscle of his thigh, and the sensual touch went straight to his groin. In his jeans, his cock jerked, painfully hard against the placket of his zipper. Rising to his knees, he brought his hands beneath her skirt, pausing to caress the sensitive backs of her knees and then move down her other leg to caress her other foot.

  Kat’s thighs fell open. The musk of her arousal drifted to his noise, an erotic scent he drew into his nostrils. Suddenly, he wanted to taste her, and sitting on his heels, he looked up at her, a vision of femininity sitting on his masculine dark navy blue couch.

  “You fingers are like magic,” she murmured.

  “There’s no such thing as magic.” Leaning forward, he brushed his lips across her knees, then higher as he shoved aside her skirt and rained tiny kisses over her thighs. “Only the proper application of action and reaction.” He licked her skin, and nearly came undone. She tasted like a fresh spring morning just after the rain, something so pure and clean, he knew he shouldn’t sully it with his passion for his work. The Kat he knew had been passionate about her work, understood his drive, yet he didn’t quite believe she sat on his couch, her pussy weeping for his touch.

  “For every action,” he whispered as he nipped lightly at the inside of her thigh. “There is an equal.” He pushed aside her panties and licked her labia. “And opposite, reaction.” With his fingers, he flicked the bud of her clit, and a shudder raced through her slender frame.

  “Neal.” She reached for him, tangling her fingers in his hair.

  Neal flicked his tongue over her clit, feeling the tiny organ swell under his ministrations. Her juices coated his lips and chin, her musky scent filling his nose. He wanted to bury himself in her and never come out again. His research, his drive to not feel anything, seemed absurd as he plunged his tongue into her tight channel and her vaginal muscles rippled round him.

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking harder. Her back bowed and her buttocks rose off the couch. His hands trailed upwards, over the bare skin revealed by the hem of her top to cup her breasts through the knit fabric of her shirt.

  For however long he’d have her, he wanted her, and he never wanted to let go. In his jeans, his cock throbbed. The pounding beat of his pulse echoing in his veins, a primal rhythm. It demanded he take what was his to claim, to mark his territory. Turning his head, he sucked on the skin of her inner thigh, marking her with a love bite, than laving it with his tongue. When it came to Kat, he wanted to feel everything.

  Chapter Three

  Kat threaded her fingers into Neal’s hair and held him between her legs. Looking down, her skirt partially shielding his dark hair from view, feeling his lips and tongue play along her clit and labia, s
he thought she’d come apart right on his couch. She gasped, the husky scientific theories ringing in her ears. A nip on her inner thigh, and then his tongue plunged deep into her channel. “Oh Neal,” she moaned.

  He freed his hands from her skirt and cupped her hips. Lifting her from the couch, he pulled her over his body as he lay back on the carpet. Kat wiggled out of her panties, but left her skirt on, and straddled him. The heavy ridge of his cock pressed against her wet pussy, and leaning forward, she captured his mouth in a kiss. He tasted of her, an arousing musk that had her rubbing her clit against the fly of his jeans. One hand splayed on her ass, the other tangled in her air, and suddenly, he rolled her beneath him.

  Clothes became a barrier to be removed, and he reared back and pulled off his shirt, then shucked his pants and boxers. Kat followed suit, peeling off her sweater, then reaching behind her to unfasten her bra.

  “Let me,” Neal whispered. He reached for it, gently sliding the silken straps from her shoulders. He nuzzled the skin revealed, and Kat surrendered to his touch. Her bra fell forward, and he caught it, pulling it off her body, before bringing his palms to her breasts. Gentle caresses brought her nipples into hard buds. She leaned forward into his touch. Legs wrapped around his lean hips, and suddenly his bare cock slid against her slick folds.

  Kat shuddered. Pleasure coursed through her veins, filled her cunt with slick juices and made her ready for the thrust of his cock. Hands splayed on a muscled back. Lips trailed from her shoulder down to her breast, and then like magic, Neal pulled her nipple into his mouth. The light scrape of teeth sent her teetering closer to the edge.

  Time rolled back. The carpet beneath her back reminiscent of her old apartment, and the times they spent there. Instead of the soft rush of traffic she heard, she remembered the soft, soulful tunes of a Sting ballad on the CD player. Kat clung to him.

  Two fingers slid along her slick labia. The flick of a finger against her clit, had her cry out, and as he slid one digit into her tight channel, her muscles convulsed around him. Kat lifted her hips, needing to feel him deep within her. An aching void filled her pussy. She knew Neal as a young man, still in college. Now she wanted to know him as the mature, sexy man he’d become.

  With his thumb, Neal rubbed her clit, and suddenly, Kat couldn’t think anymore. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast, wringing a cry from her throat. She shuddered to completion, barely touching bottom before the thrust of his fingers inside her and his lips on her breast brought her racing toward the pinnacle once more.

  She felt wanton, shameless, with her legs spread on the carpet, Neal’s fingers buried in her pussy. He raised his head and looked down at her, a look of hunger and lust on his face so striking that it took her breath away. Kat reached for him. Her fingers closed around muscled shoulders, pulled him down to her, and their lips came together in a hard, hungry kiss.

  At last, Neal pulled his fingers away, trailing caresses over her thighs, her stomachs, until he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples. “Beautiful,” he breathed. “So beautiful.”

  In that moment, Kat felt beautiful. “Fill me,” she said. “I want to feel your cock deep inside.”

  With a groan, Neal moved between her parted thighs. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded and lifted her hips. Her unspoken consent to what was about to happen. She had no fears about Neal, or his health, her own perfectly clean, and then he thrust inside her in an exquisitely slow movement. He filled her perfectly, stretching her tight channel as he made them both one. Her fingers glided over his back, down to his taut buttocks and held him close. “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Yes,” he echoed as he pulled out and held himself poised above her once more. He thrust forward and joined their bodies.

  The rasp of her nipples against his chest only served to heighten her pleasure. Over and over he plunged into her, one hand cupping the back of her thigh and lifting it to get a deeper angle. Her heels locked behind his back, holding him in. She pressed them into the fleshy mounds of his buttocks. Never had she wanted to be so close to someone, to not know where she ended and he began.

  The wet sounds of sex filled the room. Sweat slickened their skin and provided a delicious friction as they came together. Kat cried out as she crested once more, her body finding fulfillment for the second time that evening. And still, Neal didn’t stop. If anything, he redoubled his efforts, for he thrust into her mercilessly, touching something high and deep inside. Kat cried out. Eyes closed, she drowned in the need for completion, to feel him come apart inside her.

  Her eyes flew open. Watching Neal above her ranked among the sexiest things she’d ever seen. Pure pleasure etched into his features, his husky groans as arousing to her as the feel of his heavy cock filling her. He stiffened above her. Kat watched, transfixed, the simple sight of his orgasm triggering her own again. With a hoarse shout, he came, his hot seed filling her. Kat tightened her legs around his hips, dug her heels into his ass, and wished she could hold him there forever.

  ****

  Neal studied his calculations, unable to tear his mind from Kat’s visit last night. Unless he counted studying the Kama Sutra, of which he didn’t even have a copy, he figured Kat and he hadn’t done any school work. Though, they had tested the limits of physics and endurance a few times. He grinned and raked his fingers through his hair. Just thinking about her caused his cock to tighten. Focusing on a serum to make him emotionless and analytical held little charm compared to her lush body.

  He had to focus. He flipped through computer screens and jotted a few calculations down on the scrap paper he kept by the machine. A few more tests and he’d be ready to make his findings known. He had to go forward with this.

  He glanced at the clock. Nearly one o’clock. Had it been a school day he’d be rushing out the door to get to his students, and to Kat. Today there weren’t any classes because of some faculty thing he didn’t go to and wasn’t invited to attend, and he planned to spend all his waking hours in the lab. At least, that had been his plans until thoughts of Kat intruded.

  “Give it up, man,” he muttered under his breath. Sliding three Petri dishes onto a tray, he carried them across the room and slid them into the fridge. “She’s just here to get her degree, then she’ll be gone again.” A pang of loss hit him when he thought of Kat leaving. The end of the semester, after she completed her masters, it didn’t matter when. He didn’t want her to leave at all.

  “See, this is why I need the serum.” Exhaling, he focused his attention on two vials. He carried one over to his bank of lab rats, smiling at their antics within their cages. The control group had run its maze several seconds faster than the group without his serum, for they had spent their extra time exploring and investigating instead of trying to get to the cheese the quickest. He added more serum to the control group’s water bottle, frowning when he saw one running on its wheel as if its very life depended on it. Making a note on the clipboard, he decided to test the animal’s blood levels. Perhaps he was reaching an upper threshold. Opening up the cage, he reached inside and started to pull the rat free.

  It bit him. As soon as the creature landed on all-fours on the bedding, it hurried right back to the wheel and started running. Neal pulled out his injured hand. “So you didn’t like being taken from your duties. That certainly is an understandable side-effect.” He jotted it down. Irritability. Then, he hurried over to the first aid kit, swiped an alcohol wipe across his wounded finger and applied a band-aid.

  Someone knocked on his lab door.

  “Just a minute.” He checked to be sure he had closed the rats’ cage door—he had—and strode across the room to his lab. The interruption annoyed him. Maybe he’d been sniffing a bit too much of his serum. The thought made him smile, as did the woman standing just outside the door. He opened it. “Kat. What a wonderful surprise!” He stepped back to allow her entrance.

  She wore a plaid mini skirt and a pair of high-heeled, knee-high leather boots. A white blouse, with several buttons open
, showed off her cleavage and a hint of a white, lace bra. His fingers itched to curl around the hem of her skirt, lift it, and see what she wore beneath. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

  His mouth caressed hers, hot and hungry, his tongue tracing her full, lower lip. Slipping inside, he tasted her, clean and fresh with a hint of mint. In his arms, she became responsive, her tongue stroking his, and one leg rising around his hip. Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him to her.

  She pulled back and drew in a long breath. “All work and no play makes for a very dull professor,” she said, a fake pout to her lip and a husky tone to her voice. Gently, she trailed her fingers over his t-shirt covered chest. “We wouldn’t want that at all.” Her fingers strayed as far south as his waist band, then walked back up his chest.

  “But to me work is play.” He closed the door behind her, then turned to show her his lab. “Want the nickel tour?”

  “Sure.” Her gaze landed on the cages of rats and mice. “Are those your subjects?” She wrinkled her nose.

  “For a few weeks longer. Then I’ll probably be ready to publish my findings and we can go forward. Want to see?” he asked, suddenly as excited as a school boy. Grabbing her hand, he led her over to the bench where he had formulas and half-measured tubes and vials full of liquid. Anyone else he might have been worried about showing his findings, but never Kat. She wouldn’t steal anything, and he knew that his work would appeal to her analytical mind. “I’m working on a serum to help induce scientific distance. To make a scientist completely objective and not let emotions interfere with the research. Imagine the strides pure objectivity will bring to research and science.” He grinned and looked at her.

  Kat wasn’t smiling.

  Neal sank onto the stool and picked up his pencil. He tapped it on the desk, his excitement leaching from him like air out of a punctured balloon. “No? You don’t agree.” He grabbed Kat around the waist and pulled her down to sit on his thigh. “I guess you didn’t come here for science. I’m sorry.” He let his fingers trail up her thigh beneath the short hem of her skirt and tried not to notice how she stiffened in his arms. “Want to do it all over again? You can knock, and I’ll tear off my clothes as I race for the door?” Kat didn’t match his grin.