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  The Naughty Professor

  The Naughty Temptation

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  Also by Sadie May

  The Naughty Professor

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  Sadie May

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  Contents

  A gift from Sadie!

  The Naughty Professor

  Epilogue

  The Naughty Temptation

  About the Author

  Also by Sadie May

  A gift from Sadie!

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  The Naughty Professor

  By Sadie May

  I sat in the front row of my chemistry class as the rest of the students filed out. A gentle breeze blew my hair back from my face and, catching Professor Brandt’s eye, I allowed my pen to drop. Bending over to pick it up, I knew my sweater would fall open.

  Just as I hoped, Professor Brandt’s gaze dropped to my cleavage, his eyes darkening with desire. He was a god among men with his dark hair and chiseled good looks. Only his mouth softened his appearance, and those dark sexy eyes that were looking at me. “Miss Hayes,” his rough masculine voice sent shivers racing all over my body.

  “Yes, Professor?” My voice was as innocent as I could make it.

  “I’d like to see you in the front of the class, please.” He was striding across the lecture hall as I unfolded myself from my chair, carefully flashing him a view of my lace panties.

  He sped up, coming towards me with long powerful strides. I could see his muscles working and it only made me hotter. As soon as my legs were under me, he was there, pulling me hard against his carved-from-stone body. Already erect, his cock pushed into my belly. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” His husky whisper made me shiver just before his lips claimed mine in a possessive kiss.

  Lifting me up, he carried me to the lab table stationed at the front of the class, his lips never leaving mine. It was so hot, I was melting into him. I’d do anything he wanted.

  I could feel the slick moisture of my pussy coating my thighs as his hand wrapped around my ass, snaking under my skirt, his fingers pressing into my soaking wet panties.

  We both groaned and he rested my ass on the table, his own hand coming to the button of his designer jeans. I reached for the zipper and with an expert flick of my wrist, released his cock into my hand.

  “So big,” I murmured, wanting to savor the feel of him. Giving him a couple of strokes, I licked my lips at the thought of sucking that fat head into my mouth.

  But he pushed my hand away, and shimmying my skirt higher up my thighs and pushing my panties to the side, slammed his cock into my dripping, waiting pussy.

  We both groaned, it felt so good, so right, like no one else before him. I was going to come after one stroke, the pressure was so intense, I could feel it—

  “Miss Hayes,” his rough voice called to me. Did I forget to tell him my name was Missy? I wanted him to moan that over and over.

  “Miss Hayes, I asked you about the chemical properties of Uranium when mixed with another alkaloid.”

  I blinked several times.

  Shit shit shit. I’d been fantasizing in class again. It was happening more and more often and, apparently, I’d just been caught. Well not fully, unless my legs were hanging open the way my mouth usually did around my stunningly gorgeous professor.

  Giving myself a quick check I was relieved to find my legs closed and all of my clothes still on. I rattled off an answer that left Professor Brandt frowning, but he did take his surly gaze off of me and continued with the lecture.

  Jesus Christ, I swore to myself. I’d almost transferred out of his class, his looks were so distracting. But on top of being the best looking, he was also the most well connected professor in the chemistry department. A lot of his most talented students landed amazing jobs or had gotten into ridiculously good post grad programs. So I’d stayed.

  It had been a complete waste of time. Not only was I not one of his favorites, but he seemed to actively dislike me… always scowling when his eyes glanced my way. Barking at me in class. Not that it did anything to stem the fantasies I had about him. If anything, they were getting more frequent, more arousing. And because I was so distracted by him, I wasn’t even learning that much.

  Class finally ended and I gathered up my books, ready to reteach myself all the material I’d missed.

  “Miss Hayes,” Professor Brandt barked from the front of the classroom. That was no dream, and the reality was going to suck.

  “Yes, Professor.” I turned back to him, biting my lip. I immediately stopped because I was Missy Hayes. I ate men for breakfast. Whole bites, not little nibbles of fear like I was doing to my lip.

  His eyes seemed to take in every detail as he watched me straighten my shoulders, brush back my hair and begin walking towards him. Then he cleared his throat. “I want to talk to you about your performance in this class.”

  Fuck. Such luscious full lips should never deliver such devastating words. “My performance, sir?”

  His eyes darkened as I called him sir, and this time, I wasn’t imagining it. How interesting.

  “Your homework and test scores are strong but your classwork is absolutely atrocious. You can barely answer a question in class.” His eyes scanned me up and down. “It leads me to wonder if all of your work is your own.”

  My lips parted on a gasp of outrage. Seriously? This couldn’t be happening. “Of course my work is my own.” My foot stomped, causing my miniskirt to ruffle about my hips. His eyes were riveted to the hem.

  Clearing his throat again, his rather muscular arms crossed in front of him while a tick started in his strong jaw. Heat was curling in my belly and I tried to will it away. I needed to focus, this could ruin my entire life and all I could think about was fucking him. Maybe I was as dumb as he thought I was.

  “You are a very attractive girl.”

  “Thank you?” My eyebrows rose and my hands came to my hips. Would he pass me if I fucked him? Normally, I’d say no to such a proposition. I earned my grades on my own merits and I fucked the professors for fun. But I was so desperate, I might actually consider it.

  His eyes travelled over me again. “I mean, it would be easy for you to convince some unsuspecting male to--”

  My eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I even managed to forget my attraction as I stepped closer to him. “You wait just a minute. Are you saying I’m a cheat because I’m pretty? Are you faking being a professor because you’re gorgeous?”

  For the first time since I’d met him, I saw his lips twitch into a smile. My fist clenched against my hip because it made my pussy ache and I couldn’t afford to be distracted now.

  “You misunderstood.”

  “I did not, you are accusing me of cheating.” I took another step closer, my eyes narrowing. “I sit in your class and take your tests, by the way. How do you explain that?”

  Professor Brandt had the decency to look abashed as one of his hands came to rub the back of his neck. “I’ve approached this incorrectly.” He let out a long breath. “I should have asked you why your class performance is so much poorer than any of your written assignments.”

  It was my turn to let out a breath. Because I realized I was standing
close to him now, close enough to touch his dark brown hair and sun-kissed skin. His rich brown eyes searched my face. I should be pissed, but he was right. He made me so dumb in his class, I must seem like a crazy or a cheat. But how did I explain my behavior?

  Turning on my heel so my back was to him, I said, “Ask me anything you want.” Then, looking back over my shoulder, I added, “But not from today’s lesson.”

  “Why not today?” His voice was so close. I swear he had moved closer.

  I turned back to face him with a sigh. “I haven’t had the opportunity to teach myself.”

  “And why didn’t you learn it when I taught it in class?”

  “Please, sir,” I pouted, trying not to lose all my dignity. And, honestly, I loved the way his face changed when I said sir, his eyes turning almost black as his breath quickened.

  But he didn’t touch me. Instead he fired off a series of questions, which I answered, with my eyes closed. Because I couldn’t look at him and concentrate.

  “Not bad, Barbie.” His voice came from behind me and I could practically hear him smiling.

  I let out a small giggle, relief washing through me. “How did you know my sisters call me that?”

  “Everyone must call you that.” His breath was so close as he spoke, tickling the back of my neck. My panties were practically melting off now because the feel of him so near was much better than any fantasy.

  I opened my eyes and dared to sneak a peek at him over my shoulder. I’d done a lot of crazy shit in my four years of college, sexually speaking. But he made me feel like a fucking wet-behind-the-ears virgin, dying for her first fuck.

  He didn’t disappoint. Smoldering brown eyes met mine. I swear, I wanted to reach for his hand and shove it between my legs. It was best I leave before I did something completely stupid. “Well, if you’re convinced I’m not cheating, I’ve got a lot of studying to do and--”

  “Actually, there was a reason I wanted to know if you were getting help in this class. While I care about cheating, my motivation was beyond just the academic reputation of this institution.” He stepped back from me then.

  The door at the bottom of the lecture hall creaked open and another man stepped in. Same age as Professor Brandt, late twenties or early thirties. He was gorgeous in a different way. Sure his shoulders were as broad, his face was just as masculine with lips that were completely kissable. But his light brown hair and hazel eyes gave him a totally different vibe from the tall, dark and stormy professor next to me.

  I turned to Professor Brandt. “You got me a Ken doll of my very own.”

  Surprise and then a touch of amusement flitted across his face. “You’re too young to play Barbie to his Ken.”

  I tapped my chin, my body practically vibrating with sexual tension. I could tell him that I’d fucked professors a lot older than him but I had the feeling he’d prefer submissive over cocksure. And frankly, the thought of submitting to him made me so hot I wanted to melt for him. So casting down my eyes, I murmured, “Whatever you think would be best for me, sir.”

  I heard them both suck in their breaths. So Ken liked a submissive girl too, how interesting. My mind immediately started writing a scene that involved both of them and every pleasure hole I had. The image almost made me drop to my knees. Which they likely would have enjoyed but I didn’t think we were there…yet.

  “I’m Trace, by the way.” The visitor’s deep, rich masculine voice pulled my gaze from floor to meet his hazel eyes.

  “Missy,” I replied, refraining from making another Barbie joke. Mostly because it made me think of all dirty positons I’d put my Ken and Barbie dolls into as a kid.

  “Well, Missy….” He gave me grin as his eyes slid over me.

  My legs quivered, wanting to give out from under me. It was hard enough to keep focused with one stud staring at me. How was a girl supposed to concentrate like this?

  “I work for the American Chemistry Society and we are about to make a series of informational videos for the public. Ideally, we’d have a male-female team, but none of the ladies we’ve interviewed so far have been a good fit for the position.”

  “And you think I might be?” My eyebrows rose. So Professor Brandt had a position in mind for me after all. This was amazing and later I would be unbelievably excited but I all I could think about in this moment was the two studs in front of me.

  Professor Brandt cleared his throat. “You’ve certainly got a made-for-TV look about you. I was initially concerned that you wouldn’t know your chemistry but that doesn’t appear to be the issue.”

  Issue? It sounded like he still thought there was one.

  “Missy,” Trace has moved right next to me. I could feel his heat through my clothes. It was as distracting at Professor Brandt’s proximity had been. “Why did you have to turn your back to answer Ethan’s questions?”

  Fuck. That’s all I could think as I look from one to the other. How do I tell them that my constant fantasies about my chemistry teacher were keeping me from concentrating on my work? It’s too embarrassing to admit, but then again, I could lose this amazing opportunity if I didn’t fess up.

  The back door to the lecture hall banged open and three frat boys came barreling into the room. The next class must have been about to begin.

  “Shit,” one of them called from the back. “She is hot.”

  “Can’t touch her, man. She’s a Kappa,” another replied. I didn’t bother to even look at them. I studied the two men in front of me who are looking rather… irritated. Their hard eyes were trained towards the three boys who were likely ogling me. Their bodies tensed up in the most interesting way.

  “We will continue this conversation tonight,” Professor Brandt locked eyes with me. “I’ll pick you up in front of Kappa house at eight.”

  “Yes, sir,” I murmured.

  “Let me walk you out.” Trace’s hand was at my back propelling my forward. I looked back one last time to see Professor Brandt, Ethan, watching us leave.

  My books are spread all over my bed as I try to concentrate on the lesson I missed in class. But it’s hopeless. I can’t think a single thought without a pair of dark brown eyes or deep hazel ones making me lose my train of thought.

  Stacking the books up, I head for shower.

  I briefly considered masturbating with the shower head. I need to relax. But thinking of them and then getting only a shower nozzle seems so disappointing. So instead I lathered myself up squeaky clean and get out to dress. Wrapping my hair in some curlers, I put on some sexy ass lingerie while I tried to decide what to wear.

  It would be helpful to know what I was walking into. A job interview? Date? Sex party?

  Sighing, I pulled out a fitted button down shirt and a tight pencil skirt.

  “What the fuck are you dressing for?” My bestie, Morgan, walks into the room, practically glowing.

  “What did you just finish doing? Or should I ask, who?” Morgan, goddess of confidence, actually blushed.

  “You know who,” she plopped down on my bed, rolling her eyes. “So seriously, what’s with the outfit?”

  I catch her up on my chemistry class discussion with Ethan and Trace. By the end, her mouth was hanging open. “Wow,” she said. “Just when you think you’ve seen it all.”

  “So now I have no idea what I am walking into. I feel like it’s way safer to dress like it’s an interview but--”

  She sits up straighter on the bed. “Do you have any idea how many girls have tried to get invited to Professor Brandt’s? Do you know how many times I have tried to get him to join one of our little parties?” By ‘one of our parties,’ she means the orgies we hold in the basement. In this moment, I’m glad he never came. I wouldn’t want to share him. She gives me one of her cat-like grins. “You’re totally fucking him.”

  I shook my head, “Don’t even say it. I can’t get distracted now. This opportunity could be huge for me. I love chemistry but to combine that with being in front of the camera….”

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bsp; “I know how much you love being the center of attention.” She gave me a wink. “It’s too bad I’m committed, or I’d help you relieve some stress.”

  I huffed a breath. “I don’t think it would help anyway.”

  She hopped off the bed and crossed the room, circling behind me. “But I will give you a sexy up-do that will make you look boardroom and bedroom ready.”

  Half hour later, I had to confess, her skills were impressive. She’s twisted my hair into a loose chignon that has a few artful pieces falling out. I apply some light makeup and stand up to go.

  “Knock them dead and then fuck them senseless.” She gives me a peck on the cheek before she swats my ass on the way out the door.

  “Yeah, yeah,” I gave her a playful wink. “Don’t be too disappointed when I need to borrow one of your men tonight.”

  “Not happening, sister,” she yelled as she made her way down the hall to her own room.

  I grin, feeling more like myself as I walked down the stairs and out the front door.

  That feeling lasted for exactly five seconds as a truck pulled up in front of the house. Trace stepped out of the passenger’s side door. “Hello again,” he calls holding the door open for me to climb in. My pencil skirt was a poor choice. Shit.

  I step up to the door, the smell of Trace’s cologne hitting my nose like an aphrodisiac. “There is no way I am actually getting in there with any sort of grace.” My eyebrows raise as my chin tilts to make eye contact, immediately getting lost in the depths of his hazel eyes.

  Without a word, he snaked his hands around my waist and lifted me up onto the seat. Electric shock waves pulsed through me at the touch and I gasped as my hands came to his shoulders. His muscles flexed under my grip as I landed softly on the seat of the truck. “How’s that?” he murmured, his hands still on me. He should have let go, but he didn’t.