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"I did," Alessandro confirmed unashamedly, his lips still curved in an amused grin.
Before she could react, the professor reached for his napkin and began wiping her face dry.
And the shocks kept on coming,Kassia thought dazedly, the professor's unexpected action rendering her immobile in her seat.
"There," the professor said huskily as he laid his napkin on the table. "All clean now, I think." His eyes narrowed. "Or not. I think I must have missed a spot..."
"Y-you did?" she asked faintly.
"Yes," he answered seriously. "Over here..." But instead of pointing, the professor leaned forward and licked the corner of her lip.
Kassiadied. She really did. The professor could not have done that. He just couldn’t—-
And then she was hearing the professor murmur gravely, “I think I must have missed another spot.”
The professor leaned forward once more, and his tongue licked the same spot.
Kassia died a second time. Not wanting to be resurrected, she said dazedly, “Maybe a third time. Just to be, umm, really sure?”
The professor’s eyes gleamed, but his tone remained concerned as he said, “I understand.” And the professor's tongue touched her skin for the third time, and the heat of that one tiny contact was enough to make her entire body shudder.
The professor was licking her. Licking. LICKING!
Her eyes drifted closed. “Perhaps,” she whispered, “it’s not clean enough.”
And in answer, the professor said very pleasantly, “You wish.”
Her eyes flew open.
The professor had leaned back against his seat, his elegantly handsome face perfectly bland. She might have been tempted to believe that she had imagined the whole thing if not for the wicked amusement gleaming in the professor’s gaze.
She glared.
His laughter rang out. Leaning forward, he traced her lips, murmuring, “Not until you pass, Ms. Summers. Do that, and I’ll lick you all over.”
Chapter Five
It took almost an entire hour for Kassia and the professor to finish dinner. It was the most delicious meal she had ever had in her life, but it was also the longest, with eight courses served for the two of them. How did rich people ever get something done when they spent so much time just eating?
The question only served to heighten the differences between her and the professor, and in the end, Kassia determinedly shoved all thoughts of their dissimilarities to the back of her mind. If she allowed herself to think about it, the distance between them would only feel more painful.
Ahead of her, the professor was opening the first door from the third floor landing. “We’ll be studying here,” the professor murmured.
Alessandro waited for Kassia to reach his side before explaining briefly, “It’s my private study, but it also comes with its own bed.” He gestured for her to precede him before closing the door.
Kassia found herself intimidated once again. The professor’s private study was about the same size as her grandparents’ home back in Missouri. Elegant touches that screamed money surrounded her, with all the furniture made of exotic Brazilian mahogany while the sofa bed and cushion in the opposite corner were crafted with an innovative mix of steel, leather, and glass.
All in all, an attractively masculine room, and stepping inside it was like having a taste of the professor’s world.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
She nodded. “It’s like being inside you.”
“That’s good, I suppose.” His smile turned wicked. “I can promise you that I’ll be the one inside you once you pass the exams.”
Kassia’s entire body went up in flames while her knees threatened to give out. “Professor!” One moment, he was the perfect gentleman, and then the next moment he was all seduction and innuendo. She just didn’t know what to expect from him, and she had a sneaky feeling it was exactly how the professor wanted it.
Suppressing the urge to smile at the way Kassia was glowering at him, he walked towards the door next to the windows. Opening it, he said, “This is the en-suite bathroom. You can take a shower and change in here. When you’re done, we’ll get to studying.”
