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His eyes were… wow. The most piercing green I’d ever seen, light enough that they practically glowed under the artificial lighting in the room. Those beautiful eyes were framed by long dark lashes that only seemed to enhance his intensity. Serious, intelligent, and assessing, the professor’s gaze travelled over us, acknowledging each student with a pause. Some got a nod, as if he recognized them.
Professor Reid met my stare unflinchingly. I pulled my shoulders back and sat up straighter. Would he drop his gaze to my tits like so many other men did? I’d gone braless today, upping the challenge. Being naked was empowering for me. Those people who suggest pretending everyone else is naked while you’re giving a speech? Not me. I imagined myself naked, the object of everyone’s desire. I’d let them look, some I’d let touch. Others I’d let take me, spreading my legs or opening my mouth to them, allowing them to fill me in every possible way. I shivered, my nipples peaking as much from the cool wash of the air-conditioning as the desire spiralling through me. Would he focus on my nipples? Would he stare at my legs, imagining how tight my cunt would be around his cock? How wet?
He moved on like it was no hardship, his expression unreadable as he met my best friend’s smiling gaze. With a quirk of his lips and a tilt of his chin upward, the gorgeous professor clicked a button on the remote he was holding, and a slide appeared on the screen.
He spoke, and I listened raptly but didn’t hear a word he said. I was too focussed on his cheekbones, his skin. It was a glorious olive, hinting at an exotic heritage. His beard was clipped short, styled but not manicured, and his jet-black hair was shiny. Cropped short on the sides and back with a wave in the quiff.
Professor Reid.I rolled his name around on my tongue. It was sexy.Hewas sexy. Older, almost my dad’s age, but that just made him hotter.
His voice was like warm honey, silk against naked skin. None of that skin was on display though, and I wanted it to be. His suit pants fitted him like a glove. Muscular thighs shifted with each confident step he took. He commanded the room, his voice, his presence taking over in a way that pulled me into his orbit.
He lifted his arm, pointing out one of the steps on his slide—investigation of the case study—and his charcoal shirt, which looked like it was tailor-made to show off all his best assets, pulled tight around his bicep. With every deep inhale, that fitted shirt highlighted just how fucking sexy his chest was too.
Professor Reid leaned over the other front row desk, switching on the screen, and I about swallowed my tongue. His arse was a work of art. A sculpture that belonged in the Louvre, or naked and sweaty on my bed. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, and that butt… it was like a perfect meaty bubble. I imagined sinking my teeth into it. Mmm-mmm.
Flynn sighed, the sound more like a whimper. Tearing my eyes away from the appetizing morsel before me, I turned to check him out. He was leaning forward, his lips slightly parted and his heavy-lidded gaze locked on the professor as he strutted back to the podium like he owned the room. I smirked. I finally knew Flynn’s type. I had to give him props because he had damn good taste. My mouth watered. Horny looked good on Flynn too. His angelic appearance looked dirtied up, downright lustful.
I rubbed my legs together, needing the pressure against my cunt. My juices slicked up my labia, my clit throbbing as my imagination ran wild. I was soaked and not wearing any panties.
Visions of their hands on me, stripping me naked, bending me over so I could take both the professor and Flynn, slammed into me. Would they be into having an audience, or would they get all possessive and growly, demanding only they see me sans clothing? Would they touch each other? I nearly came on the spot, imagining the professor’s big hand splayed on Flynn’s back as he bent my best friend over and sank into his tight little hole.
Damn, the combination of the two men was potent. I couldn’t help but wonder what they’d be like together.
I wanted to watch.
Then I wanted to get between them and have them do everything and more to me.
“Any questions?” Professor Reid asked, jolting me out of my lascivious thoughts.
“What did he say?” I whispered to Flynn, alarm in my voice. Had I spoken my thoughts out loud?
Flynn furrowed his eyebrows in response, confused. “He asked if anyone had any questions. You okay? You’re flushed.”
I nodded, licked my lips, and pretended to read the notes he’d typed on his tablet.
When no responses came, Professor Reid turned his lips up in the ghost of a smile. Self-satisfaction looked even better on him than competence did. “Right, let’s get into it, then.”
He moved to our table and my breath caught. I wanted him to strip me naked—mentally and physically—but inexplicably, I also wanted him to see me as more than a sex object. Would he underestimate me like the others always did? I held my breath, waiting. Watching. Wanting.
The hint of a smirk on his lips was dangerous. Far too tempting for decent company—not that it would ever stop me. He handed out a single page, his eyes flicking down to it. I took the hint and flicked my gaze down. The sheet was blank except for a heading that read Assessment Proposal. He moved on, and it was as if the air had been sucked out of the room. Fuck me. My reaction to the man was visceral.
He continued explaining, “The assessment for this subject is completely hands-on, and it’s designed between us in collaboration. You pick how many pieces you do, within reason. You also decide the weighting.” He paused, taking us in and giving us the opportunity to ask questions.
“What are the grade cut-offs?” someone piped up from behind me.
“Normal.” He delineated the cut-offs and described how the assessment would work. “Jot down some notes, then make two appointments with me, one for your own assessment and another for both you and your partner to talk about the group element. My available times for this week are online, together with my office location.”
Flynn nudged me, and I rolled my eyes, aiming a grin at him. As if we weren’t going to be working together.
“Right, let’s look at our subject. A local businessperson who was the sole director and shareholder of a multi-million-dollar company that collapsed in 2008 during the global financial crisis.”
“Why such an old case study?” a man behind me asked.
“Because I believe that there’s more to the story than the investigation unearthed. The company was regarded as a victim of the times, and the inquiry was shelved as a result. But I’ve had my own specialists look at the financial data, and I’m convinced there was more to it.”
He put the logo up on the screen.
