Professor Derrick Kemper had a problem. A problem with long honey-blond hair and hypnotic cobalt-blue eyes. A problem that was currently sitting in the back row of his lecture hall, sucking absentmindedly on a cherry Blow Pop.He’d thought the candy would be a nice gesture, one that would placate his students. It was, after all, Halloween, and he knew they’d be restless—ready for a night of revealing costumes and cheap booze and bad decisions. This way, he figured, they’d at least keep quiet through the lecture and everyone would make it out alive.At this moment, however, he wasn’t sure he would make it out of his Shakespeare class alive. His eyes kept flitting back to her, the way her lips stretched around the lollipop, the dart of her tongue, and he was increasingly regretting the candy. And simultaneously hailing it as a stroke of genius.Her name was Leah, and had Derrick been a sentimental man, he’d have said that he was halfway in love with her. She was beautiful, with curves that should have been illegal, and smart as fuck. She really loved Shakespeare, and Derrick could always count on her for a bit of banter.As Derrick prided himself on not, in fact, being a sentimental man, he’d at least admit that he’d consider giving his right hand for the chance to fuck her. Which, of course, as her professor, he’d never have the chance to do.Tearing his gaze away from Leah and her candy-coated lips (but not before catching her shift the lollipop between her teeth), Derrick cleared his throat and shuffled his notes for today’s lecture. He’d planned a discussion of Romeo and Juliet that he was rather proud of, focusing on Juliet as the most complex character in the play and the reasons Shakespeare might have made that decision.Although he managed to keep himself from glancing at Leah for the majority of his lecture, as he opened up the floor for class discussion, Derrick’s gaze landed—as it often did—on her. “What are your thoughts on Juliet’s character?”She spoke right away, as if they alone were having this discussion rather than an entire class. Perhaps she knew he cared most what she had to say.“I think one of the most interesting things about Juliet,” she said, licking her lips (which he noticed were now stained slightly red), “is the agency she expresses despite her societal confinement and the pressures she faces from her father, from Paris, and even from Romeo to some extent.”Derrick nodded. “And how do we see Juliet behave in a way that doesn’t fit the expectations of society? How does she assert herself?”“A dozen ways,” she answered, leaning forward (and Derrick really tried not to stare at her cleavage). “But, for example, during this time period—one could argue, even now—women were Beykoz Escort shamed or otherwise punished for enthusiastically anticipating sexual intimacy or engaging in sexual acts. They were to be innocent, modest. Juliet instead asserts her sexuality—‘O, I have bought the mansion of love, But not possessed it, and though I am sold, not yet enjoy’d…’—as she eagerly awaits sex with Romeo.”He swallowed—hard—and as he did, he saw her eyes flick to his bobbing Adam’s apple and back up to meet his gaze. He’d almost swear there was a mischievous (and pleased) glint in her eye.He was drawing a complete blank on how to respond, which was ridiculous. She had him feeling like she’d just bent over his desk and presented her pussy to him, but she hadn’t even said anything that provocative. In fact, it was a good observation, interesting, well spoken. But the way her voice wrapped around Juliet’s words made him want to ensure that she was very thoroughly enjoyed—and he could think about little else.Luckily, another student had already added his opinion to the mix, and now several of them were discussing Juliet’s relationship with Romeo, so Derrick’s silence went unnoticed—although he was pretty sure he felt Leah’s eyes on him still.He let them debate for a few more minutes before reining them in and dismissing them with a reminder of the paper due next week.Derrick was gathering his notes for the next class when someone cleared their throat. “Professor?”He’d been trying so hard to keep his eyes off her that he jumped when he realized she was just across the desk and almost knocked over his coffee.Cursing internally, Derrick smiled at her, hoping he looked professional and approachable rather than crazed. “Yes, Leah?”He tried not to notice the pale line of her throat, tried not to imagine his fingers against it. He tried not to imagine her hand on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his short hair when he—“I was hoping to come by your office this afternoon so you might help me with my paper, maybe give me a few suggestions. Would that be okay?”That would be amazing, Derrick thought. It would probably also be agonizing. He didn’t say either of these things, however, and opted instead for, “Of course. My office hours begin at two. Come by anytime after that and you’ll have my full attention.” As usual.She beamed, and he suddenly felt the need to adjust himself. “Thank you, Professor,” she chirped. “I’ll see you then!”As he watched her swaying hips retreat, he barely stifled a groan. Had he really just agreed to be alone with her when he spent most of his lectures talking himself out of shoving her to her knees in front of the entire class, ramifications be damned? What had he Beykoz Escort Bayan gotten himself into?***He spent the rest of the morning throwing himself wholeheartedly into his lectures and avoided the dining hall at lunch. After a particularly satisfying discussion on Don Quixote, he’d almost forgotten why he was so nervous.But as the clock in his office ticked off the last few minutes before two o’clock, Derrick seriously considered locking his door, turning off the lights, and pretending to be elsewhere. That, or jumping out the window.He mentally cursed himself. He needed to get a grip on his self-control. Surely he could spend an hour alone with this girl without bending her over his desk. He spent lots of time with dozens of attractive—and available—women without feeling so on edge. Why should she be any different?Derrick was slumped over his desk, head in hands, when the knock came.“Come in,” he called, running a hand through his hair and hoping he looked calm and collected.The door creaked open, and she appeared around it, that mind-numbing smile on her face. “Good afternoon, Professor.”“Hello, Leah.” He couldn’t help but smile back at her. “How’s your day been?”“Great,” she responded, settling into the chair he motioned to. “We’re covering fantasy right now in Genre Studies. It’s my favorite.”“Mine, too,” he admitted, smile still in place. “So, what about your paper would you like to discuss?”He watched as she leaned over to rummage in her bag on the floor. Her hair slid across her bare shoulders, and Derrick wondered what it would feel like wrapped around his fist. He followed the slide of her hair, noticing the way the vee of her dress’s neckline revealed the shadowy valley between her breasts. His mouth went dry.“Ah! Here it is,” she reported, sitting back up to face him.He snapped his eyes away from her cleavage so fast he felt a little dizzy, but she seemed not to notice.“I’ve actually finished the paper,” she continued. “I’d love your feedback—if you have the time to skim it, of course.”With a chuckle, Derrick raised an eyebrow. “Of course you’ve already finished it.”And fuck. Now Leah was blushing, soft pink slipping over her cheekbones, her gaze cast downward and her bottom lip between her teeth.He cleared his throat. “It would be my pleasure to look this over. You’re welcome to chill here while I do… or if you’ve got other places to be—”“No,” she said quickly. “I don’t have anywhere else to be.”He met her eyes as she handed him the paper, and there was something in them he couldn’t quite decipher. It was probably just his own wishful thinking that it looked like lust. Their fingertips brushed, and suddenly her lip was being worried between Escort Beykoz her teeth again.As Derrick skimmed her paper, he couldn’t help but be impressed. She wrote beautifully, and her argument was well thought out and well researched.He felt her eyes on him, and when he glanced up, her lip was still between her teeth.Skimming again over the passage he’d just read, he thought of a suggestion. “Here,” he said, pointing, “where you mention Lady Macbeth, I’d love for you to bring in more textual evidence from that play. I see your point, but you could really drive it home with—”The end of that sentence flew out of his head, because she was suddenly hovering over his shoulder, probably to get a better look at the section he was talking about. She smelled edible, like cookies—cinnamon and sugar—and, God, did he want to taste her.She leaned forward slightly to run her finger across a line of text. Derrick knew she was saying something, maybe asking a question, but he was distracted. She was so close that her hair brushed across his cheek, her breasts pressed against his shoulder.“Professor?”He cleared his throat, the words she’d spoken falling together like puzzle pieces into the question he’d missed. “Yes, exactly. If you add that in and add it to the play-within-a-play bit, the text from As You Like It, the historical detail, and the theatrical staging you’ve already covered, I’d say this piece is damn near doctorate-level work.”She shifted back, no longer touching him. It was a good thing, because if she kept leaning directly over him, she’d definitely notice his dick pressing against his zipper. “Thank you, Professor,” she said. “For the compliment, and for your help.”She was still so close—dangerously close—and he avoided looking at her, shuffling some papers around on his desk.Hoping to sound like the respected professor he was and not the virginal teenage boy she made him—or at least his dick—feel like, Derrick said, “It’s the least I could do, Leah. You’re my best student, after all. A true pleasure to teach.”He winced as soon as the words were out. It was true, sure, but he shouldn’t admit it to her, especially not because he was currently thinking about all the things he could teach her besides Shakespeare.She was silent. And then, so quietly he might have imagined it, she responded, “The least you could do? What else could you do for me, Professor?”His head snapped toward her. Her eyes were dark, and the corners of her mouth twitched up as if she were laughing at him.God, he was so fucked.Before he could think too much about it, he’d spun his chair toward her. She was still close enough that it knocked her off balance, and she’d probably have fallen if he hadn’t grabbed her around the waist and yanked her onto his lap.She gasped, bracing her hands on his shoulders as she pitched forward. When she’d recovered, she huffed a laugh and brought their mouths together. She tasted just like she smelled—fucking delicious—and he wanted to eat her alive.