Page 14 of Rejected By My Shifter Billionaire
He was so unfair.
The thought made Kassia want to slump over her desk. How could the professor act so normally? How could his mind not be filled with thoughts of her? How could he look at her and not think of what they had done – how could he look andnotwant more, the way she did?
Even now, her mind was crowded with memories, all of them vivid, hot, and forbidden. Even now, without closing her eyes, she could easily remember the professor lowering his head before taking her nipple inside his mouth. Even now, she could remember the tantalizing contrast of his hardness against her softness. Even now, she could remember the sounds of her pants, his groans—-
“—-are you still with us, Ms. Summers?”
Holy crap.
Her head snapped up, and Kassia’s cheeks burst with fire when she found herself subject to everyone’s mostly smirking gazes.
The professor was speaking to her again. She watched his lips move, but she couldn’t hear a thing. Her mind was a complete blank save for one thought.
Last night, those beautiful lips of his had been on her. Last night, that mouth of his had been on her neck, on her breasts—-
“Ms. Summers?”
Kassia mentally shook herself out of her reverie when she belatedly realized that the professor and the entire class was waiting for her to answer.
Clearing her throat, she mumbled, “Could you repeat the question?”
The entire class laughed, but the professor only sighed. “Never mind, Ms. Summers.” He nodded towards another student. “Melissa, do you know the answer?”
Melissa simpered, and the rest of the class switched its attention to her. It spared Kassia from further embarrassment, but not from misery. She had never been boy crazy, so why was she acting like she couldn’t live without the professor’s absolute attention now?
The school bell rang, and Kassia felt it couldn’t have come at a better time. She hurriedly pushed her textbook back inside her bag, intent on getting away as quickly as she could. But the moment she stood up, she heard the professor call her name.
“Ms. Summers?”
She stilled.
“I need you to stay behind so we can discuss your grades before midterms.”
ALESSANDRO MORETTIwatched his student fidget on her feet, a multitude of expressions crossing her face. Anxiety, resentment, fear...so much emotion, but all of it amounting to one thing she was too young and inexperienced to realize.
He waited until he heard the last footsteps die down, making sure there was no one else near enough to interrupt them. Afterwards, he glanced at Kassia and said simply, “Come here.”
The way she hesitated made his lips tighten, not out of displeasure but more to prevent her from knowing how her fiery spirit only made him want her more. Even so, Alessandro hardened his voice as he repeated, “Come here.”
This time, there was no mistaking the authority in his voice, and this time she didn’t resist.
Her walk was pure sensual grace, made sexier by the fact that Alessandro knew nothing about it was contrived. It was a pleasure to watch her, and he savored it, knowing that every inch of her body had only known his touch.
His.
Everything about Kassia Summers was his.
He didn’t know why that mattered to him so much, but it did.
She stopped in front of his desk, and he shook his head. “Closer, Ms. Summers.”
Her brown eyes widened, her fear of being caught made evident by the way she gnawed on her lip. “What if someone sees us?”
Ah,that voice of hers. He was sure she would make millions if she tried dubbing for adult films. Not that he planned to tell her that, of course. Kassia washis,after all.
Seeing that she was still worried, he said gently, “I own this school.” He didn’t say anything else, knowing that she was smart enough to understand the absolute assurance behind his words.
And so she was, with Kassia moving again, closer and closer, and every inch that disappeared between them had his cock hardening. By the time she stepped between his legs, his cock was fully erect, and his fists were clenched against his sides.
