The Good Student

Evernight Publishing www.evernightpublishing.com

Copyright© 2011 Stacey Espino

ISBN: 978-1-927368-26-8

Cover Artist: LF Designs Editor: Marie Buttineau

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DEDICATION Dedicated to those who have the courage to live their fantasy.

THE GOOD STUDENT Stacey Espino Copyright © 2011

Chapter One

There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable. --Mark Twain

Cynthia sipped on her Margarita. “Forget about Eric. He’s a jerk.” “I know he’s a jerk, but forgetting isn’t so easy. You’d understand if you just wasted eight months of your life.” Kaya tried to enjoy the night out with her best friend. She really did. Playing normal when her heart was broken to pieces and she felt like a disposable piece of shit, wasn’t so easy. “Call it a lesson learned and move on.” Kaya scoffed and fiddled with the paper umbrella in her drink. “I’ll bet he’s after Brandy already. In fact, I’ll bet he celebrated the day I told him about the transfer.” “Stop. Obsessing. Who cares what he does. He’s ancient history.” Cynthia was normally an excellent distraction, but not when the wounds were this fresh. Kaya was registered to start classes at Cynthia’s university on Monday morning. After much consideration, she had decided to make the switch for second semester. Her scholarship money had run out, and she couldn’t afford the tuition at her previous Ivy League school. Unfortunately not all her credits were transferrable, which

would set her back another year. She was forced to change schools and lost her boyfriend of eight months in a single week. Even though it was only a ten minute difference in driving time from the old university to the new one, Eric insisted he couldn’t handle a long distance relationship. Kaya had reduced herself to begging. Looking back, she realized how pathetic and desperate she must have appeared. She had always been the invisible girl. The shy one. The boring one. When Eric had first asked her out on a date, she thought he was joking. He starred on the football team and all the girls wanted a piece of him. Eric was the perfect catch—young, blond, and muscled. It mystified Kaya why he bothered with her in the first place. When he'd called it quits, she thought her whole world would collapse in around her. She measured her value by being Eric Coldwater’s girlfriend. Now she questioned everything, and she felt worthless and small. It didn’t help that Eric made a point of telling her that she had no passion, and he needed a little more excitement in his life on their last day together. “I mean if he thought I was boring…fine. Why lie and blame it on the transfer?” “Ugh. Stop. Look around you, Kaya. There are plenty of eligible bachelors here and the university is busting from all the testosterone. He’s not the only guy in the world, and I say good riddens if he couldn’t commit.” Kaya sighed, downed her drink, and then slammed the glass back on the table. She had to put the breakup behind her. The past week it seemed all she did was lie in bed and listen to sad loves songs on her iPod. She cried, then went numb, then cried some more. She had opened herself up to Eric, something she never did lightly. When he took back his love, she mourned his loss, his listening ear, and the feeling of belonging. She lost more than a boyfriend. She lost her sense of self. Kaya wondered how much of what they shared was real. If he truly was the friend she thought, he would never have been able to walk away from her so easily. Cynthia finally broke Kaya’s self destructive cycle by insisting she go out with her for the night. “After eight months I thought things were serious. I thought he was the one.”

“I told you not to get too attached to him. I know his type. You should feel accomplished for keeping him as long as you did.” “I’m thrilled. Honored actually.” Kaya rolled her eyes and slumped forward over her knees. “Cut it out. Look at those two.” Cynthia nudged her and pointed out two guys leaning against the bar, staring in their direction. The entire bar was dark, only the strobe lights offering minimal lighting. “What’s the point? Why pour my heart and soul into another guy just to have him dump me. I don’t think I can ever trust a man again. I thought what I had with Eric was real and look how that turned out.” Cynthia shrugged and chugged the last of her drink. “It’s a gamble.” They continued to people-watch. Why did everyone have to look so damn happy when she felt like a gooey mess on the inside? “What more could I have done? I loved him and did everything he asked of me.” “Sorry, are we talking about Eric again? Seriously? I’ve already told you, it wasn’t you, it was him. He’s a no-good playboy.” “So why waste his time on me at all? He knew what he was getting into when he asked me out? I’m not exactly the cheerleader type.” “I don’t know, Kaya. Maybe it was the lure of the unknown. He never dated a good girl. Maybe he thought you were repressed on the outside and wild in the bedroom. Guys have some pretty fucked up fantasies.” “That’s all they want isn’t it? A good fuck and then they’re on their way again. Guess I’m boring in the sack.” She exhaled an unsteady breath. “He called me needy and passionless.” “He’s an asshole.” “I’m really sick of trying to be what men want. I thought guys only settled down with good girls. Well, now I’m alone so my theory is way flawed.” “So be a bad girl for a change.” Kaya chuckled. “Then I’ll be able to keep them for a full eight minutes. I’m telling you, you can’t win with men. They only have one thing on their brains.” Kaya’s parents were missionaries. They never expected to have a child of their own. Kaya was the classic surprise pregnancy

when they were working out of South Africa. When they came to the United States, Kaya was already a year behind when she started high school. Her parents settled down for her benefit, but as soon as she graduated they were travelling as a family unit overseas for charity work. There was an eye opening moment when Kaya realized she didn’t want to follow in her parents’ footsteps. She wanted an education in America. A normal life with roots. Kaya knew they’d return home with her if she told them her feelings, but she would never ask it of them. Their dream, since she was a child, was to move to Addis Ababa and work in the orphanages. They recently accepted an offer to join a huge project and Kaya wouldn’t take that away from them. But it was their dream, not hers. So she was on her own, after four years of nomad living. She roomed in Cynthia’s house and went to university on scholarship money. Until recently. With her money dried up and no more scholarship funds, she had to transfer universities and get a job making donuts at night. Not exactly what she planned for herself at twenty six, but she had a plan for the future. A plan not going her way lately. “Just stop thinking about that prick and concentrate on school. Be yourself and the right guy will come along when you’re not expecting it,” said Cynthia, fluffing up her hair for her two-man audience. Kaya could tell her friend was getting bored with her pity trip. They did come out to have fun and get her mind off of Eric. Her youth slipped passed her so quickly, she couldn’t even remember care free days or reckless behavior. Could she even handle being irresponsible? The consequences of doing things right got her a broken heart, nothing to show for her troubles, and eight wasted months. Perhaps she should try things differently. “Everyone says that. Has a great guy ever fell in anyone's lap? I doubt it. Maybe the only way to get what we really want is to fight for it.” “Now you’re talking, Kaya. Find what you want and take it! Be strong, be yourself, and the fuck with any guy who tries to change you.”

“Or use you,” Kaya added. “I refuse to give a man that much control over me again.” It hurt too much. From this day forward, she'd be the one in control. “That’s my girl. I hate to see you moping around. Shit, you’ve seen how many losers I’ve gone through and I’m still alive. You just have to disconnect yourself more. Fuck the needy girl routine. No guy wants that and neither should you.” Not becoming emotionally invested in her relationships would be difficult. She found that she craved stability to an almost obsessive level. Her childhood came back to haunt her. Kaya knew the constant travelling as a kid left her insecure. With her parents always gone, she wanted to have someone to hold on to, someone to count on. Perhaps she sought a substitute parent more than a mate. Things really had to change in her life. Starting her new university in two days, she vowed to become a new Kaya. This would be a fresh page in her life. No going back to the girl she used to be. “Cynthia. If I ever mention Eric again, just slap me.” She smiled. “My pleasure.”

Chapter Two Getting used to a new school proved to be a challenge. The place had nearly a dozen connecting buildings, and she couldn’t imagine being able to navigate the university on her own. The courtyards were bustling with young adults, and streams of students cut around them over the manicured lawns, trying to get to one building or the other. The sky was clear today, the sun glaring off all the glass surfaces. Without Cynthia’s help, Kaya would be lost. They shared one class together, but for most of the day she was on her own. “Okay. Your first class is at the end of that hall.” Cynthia hoisted her canvas book bag over her shoulder again. The throngs of students passing by continually knocked it down her arm. “Meet me at the front doors at lunch and we’ll walk down to the coffee shop for a bagel or something.” “Alright.” Kaya drew in a deep breath, glancing down the ominous hallway. The polished floors reflected the glare from the florescent lighting, adding to the uncomfortable institutional feel of the building. “Wish me luck.” Kaya peered in the open doors as she navigated the hallway. So many unfamiliar faces. They all seemed to stare back at her accusingly. No doubt her nerves and natural inclination to be shy were playing tricks on her. Her first class was economics. Lovely. Soon after entering the class, a teacher came in. “Ladies and gentleman. Please take a seat." The teacher dropped his briefcase flat on his desk with a bang and turned to write on the chalk board. He wrote down his name, Mr. Stellar, and then he proceeded to shut each door at either side of his desk. With the drone of students from the hallway cut off, tension rose in the confined space. Everyone sat in silence as they waited to catch a glimpse into the new teacher’s personality. Would he be rigid or laid back? Mr. Stellar appeared to be in his early sixties. His receding hairline was almost indistinguishable as he kept his hair buzzed short. “Alright. I’ll state this upfront.” He leafed through some papers as he spoke. “This isn’t high school and I don’t intend to babysit any of you. I won’t be hounding you for assignments or

giving out reminders like your mommy. Show up. Do the work I assign. And you’ll pass this course.” Nobody said a word. Even though it was clear this teacher meant business, Kaya liked him. No frills. No fuss. She planned on getting all her assignments done, just like at her old school. Except now she’d have to juggle her time between work and sleep. No need to worry about a social life that didn't exist. As her first class ended, she stole one more peek at her schedule to find the room number of her philosophy class. It was on the main level, so she took the stairs down, not willing to stand motionless on the escalator filled with students. Stairs were always a good thing. She kept her body in peak shape—it was one thing going for her. Physically, she didn’t have a problem attracting men. Her issues were internal. As Eric stated, she was clingy and passionless. Bastard! Kaya mentally chided herself from bringing the asshole to mind. Eric was history and she shouldn’t allow him to affect her negatively. This was her time to shine. Like she told Cynthia, from now on she’d take what she wanted and never become a victim to a man’s whims again. If someone was going to be dumped, it sure as hell wouldn’t be her. Her next class was in one of the large stadium-style rooms. The seats were already half filled. What a difference from her small economics class. Kaya examined the curved rows that focused on the single desk below, and made her way down the stairs. She found an empty seat in the third row. Once she felt settled and conversation buzzed around her, she dared to scan the room and the variety of new faces. Everyone seemed to know one another which only singled her out further. As she observed the section curving in front of her, her line of sight snagged on a set of eyes staring right at her. He had brown hair and broad shoulders. He fiddled with a pencil as he slumped over the side of his desk not taking his eyes off her. Even when his friend spoke with him, his didn’t turn his head, but kept staring at Kaya with a focused intensity. At first she countered his assault, tilting her head and tucking her hair behind her ears playfully. She enjoyed casual flirting, and right now she needed any confidence spike she could get. But as he continued to look at her, she began to feel awkward and shifted her

gaze to the main desk below. She studied the old oak laminated desk while feeling the heat of the stranger’s stare taking in her profile from the distance. Kaya shifted uncomfortably on her hard plastic seat, praying the teacher would just show up already and start the class. A tall girl shuffled by her to sit in the second seat over. "Hi, I'm Samantha." “Hi, I'm Kaya. I’m friends with Cynthia Baker. You might know her.” “Cynthia?” Sam scoffed. “Everyone knows Cynthia.” She didn’t need to explain. Cynthia did and said as she pleased with no apology. People radiated to her like a moth to flame. If only Kaya had that kind of pull on people, she’d never have to worry about a social life. The teacher entered through a separate door at the bottom of the room and the voices hushed, but the general murmur continued. Sam leaned over to whisper in Kaya’s ear. “That’s Mr. Taylor. We’re lucky. He’s nice.” Kaya watched as the teacher set a cardboard box on the desk and then started to remove his suit jacket, shrugging it off his shoulders. Underneath he only wore a fitted gray T-shirt tucked into suit pants. Very casual, but neat, and somehow…sexy. The guy had to be in his late thirties, but age was often difficult to gauge, especially in her case. She still got carded everywhere she went, even at twenty-six. Mr. Taylor hooked his jacket on the back of his wooden chair with care and adjusted his belt without a concern that close to a hundred students watched his every move. He exuded a rare confidence. His stomach was flat, and when he turned to write on the chalk board she couldn’t help but notice he had a nice tight ass. She didn’t even realize she blatantly stared at the teacher until her peripheral vision caught the same guy across the row staring at her again. What was his problem? It’s not like he innocently flirted with her. He didn’t smile or wink. He just stared and made her feel self conscious. “I’m Mr. Taylor. Welcome to philosophy.” He extended his arms in the air in a welcoming gesture. “The only class where you’ll get to speak your mind without getting reprimanded. I encourage honesty. There are no right or wrong answers here, only opinions. And I’m interested in hearing everyone’s.” He pulled out a wide

wooden ruler and smacked the desk. Hard. Most of the students flinched as the resulting sound pierced the quiet. Kaya was surprised the thing didn’t snap in two. “Good. Got your attention. Get all your assignments turned in on time and I won’t have to use this.” He winked, and a wave of laughter erupted through the crowd of students. Mr. Taylor had short, dirty-blond hair and evenly tanned skin. From her seat, she could see the fine lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled. He had a mature, masculine sex appeal. Her growing attraction to the man surprised her. She usually only went for the virile, young studs that all the girls drooled over. A lot of good that had done her. Mr. Taylor ignited a new deep-seated desire she never felt before. When he'd smacked the desk with the ruler, her body began to hum, her skin tingling. What would it feel like to be dominated by him? He was in a position of authority which aroused her. Would he demand her compliance, order her to strip naked and pleasure him? She swallowed hard, trying to focus on what he was saying. “Where should we start? Any suggestions? Abortion? Religion? Sexual preference?” The crowd remained silent. “Nothing? How about paper or plastic? You guys are fucking wimps.” He slapped the wooden desk with the ruler again. The students gasped, including Kaya. Rather than rattle her nerves, her pussy sparked to life. She'd never wanted to be spanked before, but Mr. Taylor turned her on in wicked ways. A vision on her stretched over his lap, bare-bottomed entered her mind. “If you can’t speak your mind, what good will you do in this world. Come on! You kids are the future. Have some balls.” Some females protested from the sea of students. “There we go. Equality issues? What’s the equivalent to balls? Anyone?” A boy yelled out, “Pussy.” Instead of getting angry, Mr. Taylor applauded. “There we go. Ladies, get some pussy. Gentlemen, get some balls. Better?” More laughter. Samantha leaned over, a smile still on her lips. "I told he was great." Mr. Taylor began handing out packets of stapled papers from the box on his desk to the first person in each row. Everyone began handing the stack down the row to the next person. Since Kaya sat at

the head of her aisle, she anticipated meeting Mr. Taylor face to face as he made his way up the stairs. Mr. Taylor’s casual black dress shoes landed in a wide stance in the aisle beside her. Inch by inch, she looked up from the floor to his hands where he held the stack of papers. Strong hands, with long slender fingers. Even with him standing only a foot from her, and half the class staring in their direction, she couldn’t help but think of those hands on her body. “You’re new,” he said. Oh God, please nothing embarrassing. “Yes.” She peered up to see his face. His eyes were an ocean blue with a squinty, seductive quality, bordered by thick, dark lashes. The rest of the world went away when she met his gaze. She must have stopped breathing, and couldn’t be sure how much time passed. You have to be mine, she thought. “Good to have you with us.” He continued up the stairs without a hint of interest. Why wouldn't he? He was her teacher. Why did she want him to like her anyway? The guy had to be at least ten years older than her and in a position of authority. She shook away her silly thoughts and went through the sheets of paper. As the teacher walked back down towards his desk he began to speak with a deep, commanding voice for everyone to hear him. “You’re to pick one of the five topics in the first assignment list. Then you’re to write an essay defending your opposing view.” Groans filled the room. Writing about something with passion and conviction when it went against everything you believed in was the ultimate challenge. A teacher in high school gave them a similar assignment, but Kaya knew she’d have to take this one a lot further. The choices were not as simple as professional fighting or hunting. They were big ones. Kaya immediately chose the topic she thought would be easiest. She didn’t think she could handle something like religion or abortion, so chose sex before marriage. Already her mind worked, trying to decide exactly where she stood on the subject. She'd fucked Eric, but that was a mistake because she had nothing to show for it, just the loss of her virginity. The sex wasn’t even good. He may have been a big college football hero, but he had a thin dick that left little to be desired. What would it feel like to be with a real man?

Chapter Three As class ended, Sam said goodbye leaving Kaya alone. She was glad to have a nice girl to sit beside each day. While gathering her supplies she focused her attention on the teacher below. He cleaned the blackboard down with a chalk brush and then put on his blazer. When his eyes met hers, her body jolted into awareness and she did a quick visual sweep of the room. Only a handful of students remained. Her breathing picked up as he made his way towards her. She picked up her pace, shoving everything into her oversized jean book bag before standing and adjusting her shirt hem. “Ms…?” “Kaya Waters.” “You finding everything okay?” “Yes, sir.” She wanted desperately to chat with him like a normal person. Even flirt a little. But she felt intimidated by him, and her annoying shyness overpowered, masking the real her. “Have you decided on a topic yet?” He sat on the edge of her desk and got comfortable. No chance of running off now. It would appear rude. Her mind puzzled at his words until she realized he spoke of the upcoming assignment. “I was thinking of the…the sex one.” Her voice stuttered and she knew her cheeks grew pink from embarrassment. Could he see into her private thoughts? The sexually explicit fantasies she'd already created starring him? “Interesting. I’m anxious to hear your opinions on the matter.” He stared her down, unblinking. She froze under his intense scrutiny, not sure what to do or say or feel. His attention felt intimate, made her feel more special than all his other students. God, she wanted him. “Thanks,” she muttered. Kaya adjusted her bag further on her shoulder, hoping to signal her need to leave. How long could she hold her breath? In a sudden burst, making her jump back, he stood and clapped his hands loudly. “Great. See you tomorrow.” Then he trotted down the stairs, snatched up his bag and exited out his private door without a backward glance. He was just being nice. The guy was a great teacher and the students loved him for a reason. Her

inappropriate feelings for him only clouded her judgment. Mr. Taylor wasn’t interested in her intimately. He only wanted to welcome her, make her feel comfortable. Kaya sighed and made her way to the main entrance to meet Cynthia. “So how’s your first day going?” Cynthia wrapped her arm around Kaya’s shoulder and slumped against her as they walked away from the university towards the downtown strip. The sun shone bright and a warm breeze blew down the narrow street, making it a pleasure to be outside. Her mind continued to whirl from her confrontation with Mr. Taylor. “Pretty good.” “Which classes did you have?” “Economics and philosophy.” “Ugh. Heavy weights. Which teachers?” “Um…” She couldn’t for the life of her remember the name of her first teacher. As for the second, it was carved into her brain. “One of them was Taylor.” “Oh my God. You’re so lucky! He’s the funniest teacher. Totally cool.” “Seems that way.” She wanted to pick Cynthia’s brain to see what she knew about him. First name, age, marital status, history. If he wasn’t married, would she want to put the moves on him? Would she even be able to with her annoying shyness? The guy wasn’t classic good-looking, but Kaya had a unique taste. Specific features and personality changed the way a person looked in her opinion. But he was a lot older and unavailable being her teacher. If anything, she should view him as a father figure, not a potential fuck. She was surrounded by gorgeous, young blood. Men who would eagerly rock her world. Then why did she continue to obsess over Mr. Taylor? When she closed her eyes, all she could see were his sultry blue eyes. “Hey! Cynthia!” They both turned towards the voice calling from behind them. It was the creepy guy from philosophy and two of his guy friends. “Hi Mike. What’s up?” “Who’s your friend?” he asked without apology. Kaya kicked at the dirt on the concrete sidewalk, concentrating on the cracks and fissures. Mike’s breathing came fast and heavy from the quick run. “She’s cute isn’t she,” teased Cynthia. Kaya wanted to strangle her friend.

“Too cute for her own good.” “Well, her name’s Kaya. She rooms at my place.” “Really.” Kaya tugged down Cynthia’s sleeve and glared at her. She didn’t need Mike knowing where she lived. He may have been tall and temptingly handsome, but he was just another young stud that would use her and leave her like Eric. “And she’s starving to death. Time for lunch,” said Kaya, dragging Cynthia away with her. “Kaya. He likes you,” Cynthia whispered when they’d put distance between them and the guys. “I can see that. He’s in my philosophy class and he creeps me out.” Kaya brushed some curls behind her ear and peeked over her shoulder. They were following. “Mike? He’s harmless. Cute too.” “Fine, he’s cute, but he stared at me for like the whole class. It was weird.” “It’s just because he likes you.” Cynthia grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to stop. “Look. Are you going to diss every guy because of Eric? They’re not all Eric. How can you find a winner if you don’t give anyone a chance?” “Give me a break. It’s only been a couple weeks. I think I deserve some healing time. Ever heard of re-bound? Is that what you want for me?” Cynthia rolled her eyes in acquiescence and released her. They made their way to the coffee shop, leaving Mike and his friends standing on the sidewalk. **** When Kaya arrived home from work she completed her assignment for philosophy even though it wasn’t due until the end of the week. Doing the essay made her feel connected to her professor, and she wanted to make him proud. She couldn’t sleep if she tried. Her body was wound up tight in eagerness of seeing Mr. Taylor again. A few times she almost asked Cynthia about him to see if she could find out any useful information, but chickened out. Cynthia wouldn’t understand her attraction to an older man. Her teacher. She didn’t understand it herself. At twenty-six she was crushing. Must be part of rebound sickness. There was no other way to explain her feelings.

That night Kaya had a fitful sleep, her skin crawling and pussy aching. She dozed off briefly, but then decided she had to see Mr. Taylor. His image was burned into her mind—those soulful blue eyes, sexy smirk, and fit body. She took a taxi to the school, the grounds blackened with no outdoor lighting. The only light on in the school was Mr. Taylor's office. She peeked in the window and saw him hunched over his desk marking assignments. How perfect to catch him alone. She entered the school and quietly navigated the lonely halls. It felt so different at night, no crowds or deafening chatter. The door to his office was slightly ajar, so she crept in without knocking. She stopped dead when he wasn't at the desk he'd been sitting at. "You're out late, Kaya." The deep, rich voice came from behind her. How had he gotten there? She didn't turn, her feet glued in place. "I know why you're here." "You do?" "You're a bad girl, craving to be fucked by your teacher. Would you like that? To feel my cock taking away that ache between your legs?" She was speechless. Kaya had no idea he felt the same way, had the same dirty thoughts as her. "It's wrong..." "Then why did you come?" When she didn't answer, he laughed. He revealed a ruler. The same one he'd used to hit the desk in class. Her pussy creamed just seeing it, an erotic icon burned into her brain. "Will you use that on me?" "Take all your clothes off." His tone was gruff and final. Never in her life had she done anything so naughty. Her body was on fire, so excited to take what Mr. Taylor offered. She obeyed, taking off her clothes layer by layer. When she looked back up he was only wearing a pair of lowcut black boxer briefs. His body was even more toned than she'd imagined. He pointed to his desk with the ruler, his face stoic. She bent over his desk, the cool wood making her bare nipples pebble when her breasts pressed against the hard surface. He parted her legs wider with his thigh. "Get ready for pain, Kaya. Don't bother screaming because you're the one fantasizing about me spanking you." How did he know?

His wide ruler came down on her ass, a sharp snap of his wrist leaving her ass hot and throbbing. He repeated the action. She wanted to scream, but her voice wouldn't work. Mr. Taylor began to laugh sadistically, sending a shiver of fear through her body. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, Kaya? Did you think a man like me would actually want a little girl like you." More laughter. She turned around and sat on the desk, her ass sore and achy. Her nudity now embarrassed her. She covered her breasts and then looked around her realizing they weren't in his office at all, but in philosophy class. It was day time and all the students were watching them, watching her. She wanted to run and hide, be anywhere but the school. The alarm woke her, ripping her from her dream...or nightmare. She was exhausted from falling asleep so late. Those vivid dreams were driving her mad. They must be a result of her mind dealing with her lust for Mr. Taylor combined with all her fears and insecurities. Now that she was back in the waking world, her desire for him also returned. Even though her eyes burned and body cried out for her to stay cuddled in the warm nest of comforters. The only thing pushing her to hop in the shower was the thrill of going to school. Specifically philosophy class. Kaya closed her eyes and let the cool water rush over her hair and face. As she soaped up her body, running her hands over her breasts and down her stomach, she imagined Mr. Taylor’s hands caressing her. She'd felt so alone for most of her life and even more since the Eric incident. Kaya craved to connect with a man, to set down roots, to stop living like a feather floating on the breeze. Mr. Taylor promised stability, maturity, and the structure she lacked in her life. Her nipples pebbled and her clit began to throb. Damn, she wanted him to want her. He wasn’t some immature boy like Eric or Mike. He was mature, experienced, and unattainable. Her pussy clenched, demanding relief from the deep seated itch. Several loud hollow bangs on the door forced her to shut off the water before she even had a chance to tease her clit. It appeared she’d have to go through her day a horny mess. “Who is it?” she yelled, pulling back the plastic curtain. Her hair dripped down in rivulets. “Me. Hurry up, it’s time to go,” said Cynthia. “I’ll be ready in ten minutes.”

Kaya took more care in her appearance than usual, even adding makeup that she usually couldn't be bothered with—dark eyeliner and rich red lipstick. By the time she got to the foyer, Cynthia didn't look impressed. “Finally. I was about to leave without you.” She paused dead in her tracks to give Kaya the once over. “Oh my God. You look like a porcelain doll.” “That’s not a compliment.” Cynthia held the door open for her. “Of course it is.” “I’d rather sexy or irresistible.” “I’m sure Mike will have those thoughts in mind when he sees you, but you’re my best friend.” The short trip to the university was still long enough that Kaya couldn’t stand the unspoken questions racing through her mind. “So...did you have Taylor before?” “Yeah. Last year. He’s totally unorthodox.” “What’s his real name?” Cynthia shrugged as she pulled into the parking lot. “Is he married?” Her throat clenched and she wondered if she’d gone too far with the questions. Her friend's eyes narrowed. “I don’t know. Why you asking?” “Just curious. I didn’t notice a wedding band and I assumed he’d be married at his age.” The parking lot was filled with students. Cynthia spoke to her from over the roof of the car once they'd joined the melee. “Why were you even looking to see if he had a wedding band?” Kaya grew bold as they trekked to the entrance. Cynthia was her best friend and wouldn’t judge her like a stranger might. “He’s kind of cute.” “What?” Cynthia grabbed her sleeve. “Cute?” “You heard me.” “You’ve got to be kidding. Mr. Taylor? He’s like fifty and you’re like…oh my God. What’s wrong with you?” “Nothing. I assume you don’t agree with me.” “Gross. No. How could you even see him like that? Mike likes you. A hundred other guys would say yes to you, and you have eyes for Mr. Taylor?”

“I didn’t say I loved the guy. Don’t you think he’s good looking?” “He’s old and wrinkly.” “Is not!” “See. You’re defending him. You do like him.” Kaya pulled open the heavy metal door to the university. “See you at lunch.” She speed walked down the hall, away from Cynthia and her accusations. It surprised Kaya that her friend didn’t find Mr. Taylor attractive when she was so hot for him. She assumed every female had to see him the same way as her. To each their own, she supposed. By the time economics class ended, Kaya was ready to bolt for the door. Unlike yesterday she arrived at philosophy early and took the same seat as last time. The few groups of students present spoke in whispered voices. The room echoed due to the size and emptiness, adding to her anxiousness. Kaya studied the teacher’s desk, imagining when Mr. Taylor would occupy it. She lost herself in daydreams of true love, something not uncommon for her. Kaya was a hopeless romantic and always would be. Reality slipped away and background sounds became muffled until they drowned out completely. She imagined Mr. Taylor ordering her to lie on his desk, naked, in that authoritative tone he used. He’d spread her legs open and run his hands over her sensitive inner thighs. She'd writhe, raise her hips so he'd touch her where she needed him most, but he'd discipline her with that ruler he used to scare his students. "You've been a naughty girl, Kaya. Now you'll be punished." “How was your lunch?” Kaya blinked and turned her head towards the voice, not even remembering where she was for a moment. “Pardon me?” It was Mike. “Your lunch. Yesterday with Cynthia. Any good?” “Oh yeah. Sure. I hope you didn’t get the wrong idea. I wasn’t trying to be rude.” “Never thought it.” He sat on the edge of her desk in the same position Mr. Taylor had the day before. “Your name’s Kaya, right?” “Yep.” “That’s different.” He leaned down. “I like different.”

Kaya pressed her back firmly against her seat to regain some personal space. Mike didn’t seem to mind her discomfort. Without much choice, she made eye contact with him. He had light brown eyes that matched his hair and he kept a thin line of hair along his jawline. The class filled and the teacher must have entered because a throat clearing snapped Kaya and Mike to the present. “Sorry to interrupt you, Don Juan. Think we can start the class now?” asked Mr. Taylor. He stood right beside Mike in the aisle, his arms crossed. She hadn't failed to notice the outline of firm pecs under the tight T-shirt he wore. Mike hopped off the desk with a blank expression. “Sorry, sir.” He slunk off to his desk across the room without another word to her. Mr. Taylor continued to stand on the stairs beside her. She bit her lip, embarrassed at being caught with Mike. She hoped her teacher didn’t think they were an item. Mike had distracted her for a moment, but he was no different than Eric, and she wanted nothing to do with him. “Let me know if he tries picking up on you again,” he said loud enough for half the class to hear. The students broke out in laughter directed at Mike. Being the class clown, he probably thrived on the attention. And once again, Mr. Taylor was the cool, funny teacher. But all she could focus on was his choice of words. They offered protection and made her desire for him grow stronger. “Turn to page sixty-two in your text. I want everyone to read to the end of chapter.” The classroom began to buzz with conversation, the fluttering of pages, and pounding of books onto desks. She raked her gaze from Mr. Taylor’s brown leather shoes, all the way up to his eyes. Why was he still standing there? “You’re not on the class schedule yet, Kaya. Could you see me after class?” “Sure,” she said. Her name on his lips made her pussy throb. She crossed her legs in hopes of containing the liquid heat she could feel seeping from her folds. He was in a position of power and authority, having dismissed Mike like a disobedient child. Wasn’t it natural to want the dominant male or was it just her? He winked and returned down to his desk. Her crush made her read all kinds of inappropriate intentions into that single wink. It

could be nothing, a friendly gesture, a kind greeting. Or it could symbolize that she stood out for him, that they had a unique connection none of the other students were privy to. Kaya sighed, knowing it was all in her imagination. Her very active imagination. By the end of class her panties were uncomfortably damp and her entire body hummed with anticipation. It didn’t help that she left home in the morning unsatisfied and antsy. Her Silver Bullet was definitely getting lucky tonight. She slowly packed up her belongings as the students filed out of the room. Mr. Taylor hadn’t noticed her, and she wondered if he even remembered asking her to stay after class. Regardless, she would use this time to her advantage. If only she could swallow the frog in her throat and get some much needed confidence. The new Kaya had to be direct and in control. No more shying away and playing the good girl. That got her nowhere fast. She would take what she wanted and for some reason, beyond her understanding, she wanted Mr. Taylor. “Sir. You wanted to see me?” The room was now completely empty. Kaya stood in front of his desk with her bag over her shoulder. He kept himself so busy with paperwork, he hadn’t heard her approach. “Oh. Right. Kaya.” He shuffled through his files and pulled out an attendance slip. “I’m sure things will get sorted out in the office. New students sometimes take a while to get on the class registry. Do you mind filling out your personal information for me?” Great. Just paperwork. She hoped he would ask her out on a date. Tell her he was secretly interested in her. He was the real deal. A man his age, in his position, wouldn’t be out looking for cheap thrills, but serious commitment. He represented security and stability at a time when she craved it most. Kaya bent over the desk and started filling out the sheet. Almost immediately, Mr. Taylor stood up and gave her his chair. As she sat down, he perched on the desk beside her. He smelled of musky cologne, and she breathed him in deeply, capturing his scent to memory. “So, how you liking the new school?” “So far, so good.” “I see you’re already popular.” She glanced up at him. He smiled warmly, playfully. “You mean Mike? I’m not interested in Mike.”

He chuckled. “He’s a good kid. Not too bright, but a good kid.” Her boldness grew and morphed into flirting. She wasn't sure where the inner strength suddenly came from, but was thankful for it. “I’m not interested in kids.” He narrowed his eyes and plucked the paper away from her fingers and observed it. “That’s right. You’re older than most of my students. You took some time off?” “Missionary work in Africa. With my parents.” “Very interesting, Kaya. I’d love to hear about your adventures.” His eyes held genuine interest. “Any time.” She twirled a blonde curl around her finger. He may be a teacher, but he was also a man. Surely he'd recognize her interest sooner or later. He returned the sheet of paper for her to continue. She wrote with one hand and played with the collar of her shirt with the other, offering him a peek if he took the opportunity. An innocent seduction. One he didn’t fall for. She set the pen aside when she finished and peered up at him. He looked comfortable with one knee bent up as he sat sideways on the desk. Dressed in casual cargo pants and a black T-shirt, she wanted a piece of him. His blond hair was thick, cropped short. She wanted to run her hands over it. In fact, she wanted physical contact in the worst way. Anything. The slightest touch would suffice for now, but having him so close and doing nothing was killing her. Recalling the fantasies she'd just had about him and the desk he sat on didn't help her uncomfortable situation. “Thanks, Kaya. I’m sure the office will have things straightened out next week.” His hand landed on her shoulder as he slipped off the desk. A platonic and friendly touch that seared her skin through her shirt. Did he notice her body jolt or hear her low gasp at the contact? She rose from her seat and adjusted her bag. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said. Kaya continued to stand in front of him. He had to be about five foot, ten inches. Not an overly tall man, but fit and masculine to a fault. With her only being five foot, three, he’d do just fine. She held her breath, praying he’d make a move or say something inappropriate, something he wouldn’t say to any other

female student. But when he bent over to clear his desk she released her breath and turned to leave.

Chapter Four Hayden didn’t know what to think. His new student was a temptation from either heaven or hell. He wasn’t so sure. She certainly looked like an angel with her mass of thick, blonde curls framing her sweet, heart shaped face. The girl was uncommonly quiet and shy. But there was a maturity and old soul feeling surrounding her. The fact that she was twenty-six as opposed to twenty didn’t help curb his physical attraction. It only forced him to rationalize his thoughts when he shouldn’t be having any thoughts about the girl at all. His desire to claim her, dominate her, made him lust drunk. During class he stole peeks in her direction, but the danger of making his obsession public forced him to hide his attraction to Kaya. Nothing good could come from his craving for this student. He held a position of authority over her and any relationship would be wrong. He’d likely lose his job if it became public. The university forced the teachers it hired to sign an agreement to keep all relations with students and teachers strictly professional. After the fiasco with his divorce a couple years back, he didn’t need any more heat directed his way. At forty-two he couldn’t afford to start over in his career. Hayden rationalized that the best move would be to ignore the girl and do his job like any other semester. Those seductive black eyes of hers could be his undoing. He’d have to ignore the hard-on he got whenever she lifted her eyes to meet his. Not so easy when he hadn’t been laid in years. Even before his divorce, he lived like a roommate with his ex-wife. There was no passion then and never really was. Kaya would no doubt be bursting with passion, so young and ripe. He could imagine spanking her tight ass, holding a fistful of her hair as he fucked her deep and hard. He took a breath, forcing his intimate thoughts away. He would be her teacher and nothing more. **** “What are you doing up?” asked Kaya when she dragged herself into the house at midnight. “Shhh. This is a good movie.” All the lights were off, only the soft glow from the television illuminating the room. Cynthia’s eyes were fixated on the screen. By the sound of the background music, it was a thriller at an intense scene.

Kaya dropped her bags on the floor in the foyer and slipped off her jacket. Her shoulders ached from standing up, kneading donut dough for the past eight hours. The only thing she wanted to do was jump in the shower and then dive into bed for the night. As she made her way up the wooden staircase, Cynthia called for her. “I’m hitting the shower.” “Come sit with me. I hate being all alone.” “Where’s everyone else?” Two other roommates lived in Cynthia’s home. She'd transformed it into a rooming house when her uncle died a few years back. He'd raised her from childhood and left everything to her in his will. The man had been stinking rich. One good thing about Cynthia, you’d never know she owned a penny more than you. A down to earth friend that Kaya wouldn’t trade for anything. “Block party.” “You didn’t go?” She stretched her arms over her head. “Nope. Didn’t feel like it tonight. Maybe on a Friday, not a Tuesday. I’d be dead on my feet in the morning.” “Hey. Can I talk to you for a minute?” Kaya couldn’t keep her feelings bottled up forever. Even if Cynthia thought she was a sick puppy for desiring her teacher in an unholy way, she had to let it all out. “Of course. Come sit with me. Popcorn?” Cynthia held out the blue plastic bowl, but Kaya shook her head and sat down on top the mess of flannel throws. “It’s about Mr. Taylor.” “Oh my God. Now what? You didn’t do anything stupid, did you?” “Cynthia. I’m serious.” “Okay. Go ahead.” Cynthia shifted her body into Kaya’s direction and hit mute on the television. “I’m all ears.” “I know he’s older, and I know he’s my teacher, so you don’t have to remind me.” She took a deep breath. “I like him, but I need to know if he’s married before I take anything further.” “He’s not married. Happy?” “I thought you didn’t know.”

“I didn’t think you were serious. Mr. Taylor divorced about two years ago. It was all over the university. I think they even wanted to fire him for bringing an unwholesome image to the school.” “So what happened?” “The hype died down and things carried on as normal. His exwife is a professor at another university.” How could Kaya compete with a woman that had the brains and degrees to match Mr. Taylor? Kaya was just his student. He probably thought of her as inferior or just some stupid kid passing through one of his many classes. Kaya stared at the television absently. Her mind raced with possibilities. If Mr. Taylor didn’t have a wife, then all bets were off. She could turn up the heat starting tomorrow and not feel any guilt about it. On the other hand, for a single man, he sure didn’t show any interest in her whatsoever. “I know that look,” said Cynthia. Kaya’s brow pulled together. “What look?” “You’re hatching some evil, twisted plan.” She smirked. “Maybe.” “I won’t help you. Mr. Taylor is a geezer.” “Are you blind? The guy’s hot as hell. Besides, I’ve had it with men my age. None of them can commit, and they have nothing in their heads besides sex. Mr. Taylor actually has a brain. In fact, his intelligence turns me on as much as his looks.” “La la la.” Cynthia plugged her ears. Kaya pulled one of her arms down. “Just find out his name for me, okay. Pretty please.” “Fine! Now shut-up and watch the movie.” **** The next day, Cynthia grabbed Kaya’s sleeve just before she entered philosophy class. “Hey. I found out his name for you.” “Shhh. What is it?” asked Kaya, pulling her friend tight to her body to gain some privacy in the crowded hallway. “Hayden.” Hayden. She silently repeated the name, tasting in on her tongue. “Really? You sure about that?” “Of course I’m sure. It’s on his photo in the philosophy office.” “Okay. Thanks. See you at lunch.”

As soon as Mr. Taylor, or Hayden, entered the room, the roar of student conversation died down. “Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you’ve put some thought into your assignment because I’m going to be interviewing each and every one of you to discuss your choice. I’ll be taking groups of five into my office at a time. While I’m gone, it will give the rest of you time to work. Use your time wisely.” He read five names off a list and disappeared out his private doorway, followed by the students he called. Kaya missed him already. He was the reason she wanted to come to class. She loved to watch him think, read, and mark assignments. When his face tensed up in concentration, he looked so damn sexy. How could she be the only one to see it? Maybe the other young women in his classes hadn’t been hurt like she had. After being ruined by a boy younger than her, she was ready for a man. Just before the class ended, Mr. Taylor and the last group of five students reentered the classroom. She was disappointed she’d have to wait another day or longer to have her chance near him again. Kaya needed her fix now. If she went home without at least trying something, she’d be up all night regretting it and replaying the things she should have done. She really needed a good night sleep. Time to be bold. Kaya dashed down the steps to the teacher’s desk as the students cleared out of the room. “Kaya.” “Mr. Taylor.” She smiled her most seductive smile. In the morning she had prepared herself with mascara and shiny pink lip gloss. Her matching pink sweater was low cut, revealing the upper mounds of her breasts. Add fuck me tight jeans and she hoped he noticed something about her. Eric would be shocked to see her now. She resembled one of his cheer leader groupies, not the shy, good girl he recently dumped. “Did you need help with something?” Oh, God. What was she doing? Who was she kidding? The man was impenetrable and she had no clue what to say at this point. His eyes were blank. Not a hint of desire whirling within and no inappropriate glances at her womanly parts. “I finished my assignment,” she blurted out, feeling like an idiot.

“Already? That’s great. You’ll do well if you keep on top of your work.” Or on top of him, she thought. If he were an animal, he’d be able to scent her desire, her desperate need to be touched and tasted. Who cared is they were teacher and student? They were also man and woman. Adults. That had to take precedence. “What’s your take, Mr. Taylor? On sex before marriage?” She emphasized his name and the word sex. “My take?” He shook his head in a friendly, but dismissive way. “My take isn’t important.” She could feel the energy in the room shift as Mr. Taylor’s discomfort shone through. Kaya had successfully breached his tough outer shell and hit a weak spot. “I’m just curious.” She wet her lips as he watched her. “There’s nothing wrong with a man and a woman having consensual sex, is there? They don’t need a piece of paper or society telling them what’s acceptable for them, do they?” “That’s for you to argue in your assignment. If you’re against it, your writing will have to hold the passion of a woman against the idea of sex before marriage.” “So I won’t get an opinion out of you?” She teased him, tilting her head and smiling. “Nothing I can do to change your mind?” If only he knew the things she was willing to do. She dreamed about riding him on his desk since she started his class. And much more. Sometimes her filthy imagination surprised even her. His face grew paler and all signs of friendliness slipped away. “Maybe we can discuss this in your group session tomorrow. You don’t want you to miss out on your next class.” What a brush off. “Okay. Thank you for your time, Mr. Taylor.” She made her way back up the stairs to the exit, making sure to sway her ass and flip her curls. At least she started something, and hopefully the seed took root. Tomorrow she’d put him to the test. **** Hayden exhaled as soon as Kaya disappeared out the door at the head of the stairs. The girl would be the death of him. Her body screamed sex—from her firm young breasts to her luscious, round ass. She made his brain fuzzy and logical thought difficult. Was she a natural flirt or did she want more from him? She'd been shy until know she his head was spinning. Generally students weren’t interested in him or his co-workers, too busy in their own young adult

dating dramas. Occasionally he’d get girls with daddy issues latching onto him, but he always kept professional to a fault. He liked to get on the same level with his students and throw out sexual and taboo jokes because it helped him connect with them. From his experience, students who felt understood usually preformed better and took more effort in their work. Hayden had to admit, his personal life pretty much sucked. His social circle was null and void long before his divorce. Sure, he went out occasionally with his co-workers, but they were all a good ten years older than him. He was forty-two, not dead. He went to the gym at least four times a week and took pride in his physique and appearance. Thank God baldness and early grey didn’t run in his family. He easily passed for a man in his thirties. Kaya was twenty-six, but unfortunately looked a lot younger than her age. What was he thinking? Was he actually considering pursuing a relationship with one of his students? He never expected to find a companion after his divorce, especially at his age, and basically wrote off his love life. Hayden poured his heart into his work and students because it was all he had left. The lonely nights in his condo watching movies or marking assignments were far from fulfilling. He craved to bond with a female for more than sex. A life partner was something he dreamed of, but it continued to elude him. The new girl brought out all his raw feelings and needs to the surface. She reminded him that he was a man, not just some degree stuffed in a suit. He wanted to fuck her. It had been so long. He also wanted to connect with her; to pull her into his solitary world. There was more to her than this innocent seduction. He bet his last dollar she played a role far beyond her understanding. But he knew the game well. Hayden wanted her to submit to him. To allow him to show her an erotic mix of pleasure and pain that she had to idea existed.

Chapter Five “So, how’s Project Taylor coming along?” asked Cynthia. “Just fine. You wouldn’t happen to know how old he is, would you?” “Sixty?” Kaya pushed her friend off the sidewalk. “You’re so dumb! Not even close.” “I’m just bugging you. I’ll try and find out. Whatever he is, he’s too old for you.” “Age is just a number,” said Kaya. “You think that now. Wait another ten years when you’re still hot, but Taylor’s in diapers.” “Cynthia!” “Sorry. I couldn’t resist.” They entered the coffee shop, the small bells clinked against the glass door as they entered. Their usual little table by the window was vacant. After settling in their seats for just a few minutes, Mike and his friend bound through the doors bringing a rush of cool air into the shop. “Kaya!” Mike pulled up a chair, scraping the metal legs across the tiles. “Fancy meeting you here.” He was the kind of guy you had to laugh at even when they were annoying. “We come here everyday, Mike. Like you don’t know,” said Cynthia, shaking her head. “Hi, Mike,” said Kaya. “Have you had your meeting with Taylor yet?” “No. You?” He grumbled and slouched in the chair. “He’s a hard ass. He expects us to have that assignment done by the end of this week.” “Kaya’s already finished,” offered Cynthia. “Wow. Maybe you could give me some private tutoring.” His smile was devilish. The guy tried so hard. He would be fun in the sack, but that was not what she needed in her life right now. Younger men were a bad idea all around. Every time she looked at Mike she envisioned Mr. Taylor reprimanding him. There was no way she could choose Mike over him after that. She wanted the real deal. The man, not the boy.

“You should talk with Mr. Taylor. I’m sure he’d spend time with you after class.” “That’s not what I had in mind,” he said. “I’m trying to ask you out, but I’m failing epically.” Kaya turned to Cynthia with pleading eyes. “Mike. Kaya just transferred. She has a lot on her mind, and I know for a fact that she’s sworn off dating. For now anyway.” Cynthia saves the day. Her friend may ride her hard about her choices, but she was still her best friend and knew her better than anybody. “That’s cool. Good things come to those who wait.” Mike brushed his mop of hair back and studied Kaya. “I can wait.” Kaya and Cynthia decided to order two smoothies to go, pineapple and blueberry. She savored the sweet, tropical flavors as they walked back to the university. Leaving seemed preferable to the awkwardness between her and Mike at the coffee shop. “What is with him?” asked Kaya. “You’re obsessed with Mr. Taylor. He’s obsessed with you. The dysfunctional circle of life.” “Let’s walk by his office. Maybe I’ll be able to see him.” “You’re nuts. And you’re on your own," said Cynthia. “Fine.” When they reached the campus grounds they split up. Kaya hoped to casually bump into Mr. Taylor. Her need to see him again gave her the necessary drive. Once in the hallway, Samantha stopped Kaya in a rush. “Hey. I missed philosophy. Anything I should know?” she cradled a stack of books in her arms. “Actually, we just had a study period. Mr. Taylor’s interviewing groups of students for—" Someone purposely bumped Kaya in the shoulder making her stumble back slightly. She whirled around to find Mr. Taylor walking away from her backwards. “Don’t forget group day tomorrow.” His smiled beamed. Kaya couldn’t move or speak. The man mesmerized her. He also confused her to no end. Was the bump a silly teacher act or the move of a man interested in a woman? Was he flirting or just being fun? She wanted to scream for answers. “Look I’ve gotta go. You didn’t miss anything. I’ll see you in class tomorrow,” Kaya said as quickly as possible. She followed after Mr. Taylor down the hallway which bustled with students. His blond

head bobbed up and down through the crowd, and she pushed her way through the bodies colliding with her, determined not to lose him. At the end of the hallway, where few students remained, she stopped, having lost track of him. Shit. “Are you following me, Miss. Waters?” Kaya spun to her left. Mr. Taylor stood in front of a closed office door, watching her. Just setting her eyes on him made her pussy moisten. What was it about him? Was it his looks, his body, his intelligence, or his position? Maybe all of the above. For a moment she was at a loss for words. “Sorry, sir. I just wanted to ask you a couple questions.” Then she added, “About the assignment.” “That’s no problem. Come on into my office.” He turned and opened the lock behind him. Kaya followed him in. The door shut on its own accord with a distinct click reminding her they were now completely alone and in the privacy of his office. This was exactly what she'd hoped for, but it also brought out the fear of the unknown. Kaya was usually a wall flower, not schooled on seduction. She scanned the windowless room. The décor was a mix of browns and tans, comforting. Books upon books lined ceiling-high bookshelves. He even had his own small kitchenette which wasn’t kept nearly as neat and tidy as his personal appearance. Art decorated the walls. Some with an African flare, others from South America. She recognized the styles, and wondered if he travelled to some of the countries she had frequented during her life on the road. At least the man had substance, unlike Eric or any of the other twenty-somethings available en mass. “Nice,” she said spinning around to take everything in. “This is my little hideaway between classes.” He hit the button on his answering machine and then sat at his desk. He leafed through papers while listening to his messages, all work related, and motioned Kaya to sit on the sofa behind her. She watched him fiddle with paper and files. He paid no attention to her. Just another bothersome student vying for his personal time. His trademark T-shirt hugged his shoulders and chest, outlining firm muscle. He took care of his body and her pussy clenched as she pictured him pulling off his shirt and charging her. The leather under her was cool and supple. It made her think of all the

dirty things they could do on it. She wouldn’t refuse him if he made a move. A minute later, he shifted to face her. “So… Miss. Waters. What can I help you with?” Her mind drew a blank. She had no reason to be in his office. With her assignment easily finished the first day, she didn’t need any help. Her heart began to beat wildly. Her nerves spiked. “Kaya?” He rose from his wooden chair and slowly walked around the desk. She followed his every move, every step. Everything lured her in—the way his dress pants hung off his narrow hips, the sound of her name on his lips, and the dominant vibe he exuded. He sat on the sofa. Not right beside her, but at the opposite end. It felt like an ocean remained between them. Forget accidentally touching him, he was out of reach entirely. He lounged back into a comfortable recline and studied her reflectively. Hayden moved and spoke with such confidence, something she hadn't achieved yet. “Do you live with your parents?” he asked. “No. They’re in Ethiopia on missionary work. They won’t be back.” “So you’re on your own here?” She nodded and swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m not a little girl,” she whispered, maintaining eye contact. Okay. She’d done it. Crossed the line of no return. Mr. Taylor would have to see that comment for what it was, her pathetic attempt at erotic seduction. “How was it living within all those different cultures growing up?” Nothing? “Um. It was…lonely. I think my parents were so busy trying to be everything for everyone that they forgot they had a child. We did settle here when I went to high school. Once I turned an adult, I decided their lifestyle wasn’t the one I wanted for myself.” “What’s your plan, Miss. Waters?” She scoffed. “I’m not too sure of that. Guess I want roots more than anything. It’s no fun moving from one place to another and starting over from scratch. I don’t want that kind of life. As for education, I’ve always liked working with kids. Once I finish up my bachelor’s degree, I hope to go to teacher’s college.” “We have something in common then. You sound like you have a good head on your shoulders.”

“I’m not like most of your students.” She wet her lips. She could barely breathe. The intimacy in the room felt strong and thick, for her anyway. Kaya monitored the rise and fall of his chest and the firm softness of his lips. His blue eyes were bright and inviting, displaying depth of character. “What’s that mean?” she nodded to the symbol on his shirt. Some type of design with roman numerals she couldn’t place. When he looked down at himself, she shuffled over until their thighs collided. Kaya reached out and touched the symbol over his chest in innocent observation. Inside, she thought she’d die if he didn’t reciprocate her gentle advance. Just touching him lightly through the cotton material made her lower stomach churn with a burning need. “My graduating class in college. Long time ago.” His hand rested on top of hers, and she looked up into his eyes. So close. “Kaya…” He strained to speak, but stopped. “Hayden.” He smiled at that. “My parent’s hated me.” “I think it’s cute,” she said, leaning closer to him. “How old are you?” “Forty-two.” Her expression didn’t change. She did think he looked a lot younger, but it didn’t matter to her. She wanted him regardless of his age. “You’re so young for a university professor.” “You call that young? You’re young, Kaya. Twenty-six and just starting your life.” She shook her head. “It’s never too late to start over.” They locked eyes, both scarcely breathing. He looked spectacular up close—masculine with mature lines weathering his face. “Kaya. Don't.” His hand still rested on hers and her palm continued to test the firm pecs. He felt so fucking good. She leaned more weight against him, not willing to turn back now. **** Kaya’s intentions became clearer than a summer’s day when she moved closer to him on the sofa. As soon as her body pressed against him, his blood fired hot and his cock stiffened in his slacks. He wanted Kaya like he never wanted another woman in his life. Holding onto his control against the onslaught of sweet advances

proved too difficult. His lust lulled him into a state where it was just the two of them and the world went away. She smelled of strawberry shampoo, so sweet. His brain kept fighting with his desire. She was his student. They were in his office. He didn’t want to be “that guy”, the pervert teacher that took advantage of his students. Because he had never looked at his female students with lust and prided himself on his professionalism. This girl changed all the rules. She was older and more mature than the rest and gorgeous as sin. He wanted her…all of her…for keeps. Why couldn’t he have met her at the gym, at the park, anywhere but here? “You don’t want this, Kaya,” he murmured. Her soft, pink lips were only inches from his. “Yes, I do.” She continued to press into him, making a retreat impossible. Fuck it. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. She closed her eyes, and made a delicate mewling sound. The feminine cry travelled through his senses, making his urge to touch her, taste her, almost unbearable. She'd awoken the beast, his dormant sexuality stretching and awakening after a long hibernation. Her hand slid away from under his and travelled down his stomach as they exchanged soft, light kisses. The room was so quiet. He could hear their lips parting as they tasted, explored. Hayden forgot what it felt like to really kiss a woman. When she reached his lap in search of his cock, his brain jolted back to life and he leapt up to his feet. “What’s wrong?” “We can’t do this, Kaya. It’s not right. Please understand my position.” He tried to catch his breath, unsuccessfully. It sounded like he'd just finished a marathon. Hayden paced the room, running both hands through his cropped hair. He’d gone and done it. He started something intimate with a student and there was no going back. If news got loose, he’d be fired on the spot. A thousand thoughts whirled in his head, his heart beating like a jack rabbit. “Don’t you like me?” she asked tentatively. Kaya. He couldn’t push her away, not when she looked so fucking adorable. “Yes, that's the problem.”

Chapter Six Inwardly, Kaya smiled. No matter how much he refused her now, she knew she had him. He kissed her with passion, not pity. Anything he said now was said out of fear because of their studentteacher relationship. She wouldn’t allow him to deny her, not when she was so close to unraveling his boundary line. His breath had smelled like the chocolate mints he always carried. His lips were both firm and soft. She'd lost herself completely when they kissed—sweet, gentle, hungry. There was a soul-deep connection between them. Time seemed to stand still as they gently explored each other. Even under her brief evaluation, she knew his cock would be impressive. She had to hold back her laughter when he leapt away from her touch. The guy’s dick was rock hard, but he still fought for control. She enjoyed the challenge, now that she knew he reciprocated her desire. He was a man after all. “I better go to my next class,” she said. She stood and adjusted her sweater. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Kaya looked at the crotch of his pants and back up to his face and smiled before disappearing out the door. **** Kaya was called in for the last round of interviews the next day. She half expected Mr. Taylor wouldn’t call her at all after what happened between them. Would he act like nothing happened? Take extra care to ignore her? She hadn’t seen him all class. He continually sent in students to call the next five to his office, never appearing himself. Finally her name was called, along with four others, including Mike. She wondered if Hayden planned it that way. Mike was more than obvious with his crush on Kaya. He had to be sent back to his seat on numerous occasions by Mr. Taylor. Once their group reached the office, Kaya felt ready to burst with anticipation. Mike held the door open and they all entered, one by one. Mr. Taylor sat at this desk, leaning back in the leather chair, tapping a pencil against his lips. She tried to make eye contact but he wouldn't look in her direction. Four of them huddled together on the sofa, and a boy named Than sat in the chair facing the desk. Mr. Taylor proceeded to repeat

some rehearsed speech about the assignment, lacking his usual silly mannerisms that the students respected. She knew why he was distracted, and it all revolved around her. Even with the others in the room, she could feel the sexual tension between them. He looked amazing in his red shirt which highlighted his dirty-blond hair. His silver watch fit loosely on his wrist as he played with the pencil, as if it held some great interest. She eyed the muscles twitching in his forearms and the heavy set to his eyes as he concentrated on nothing. Kaya knew better. “Is it okay if Kaya tutors me on the assignment? I’m helpless,” said Mike. She awaited Mr. Taylor’s response even more eagerly than Mike. “That sounds like a smart move. Students should stick together and help each other.” “I’m really busy with school and work. I wouldn't be much help. I’m sorry, Mike. Maybe someone else?” She scowled at Mr. Taylor, but he only briefly glanced at her. “Kaya. Always playing hard to get,” muttered Mike. He checked his own watch and rose as the period ended. She wanted to tell him to move on and leave her the hell alone. He was becoming a road block to her pursuit of Mr. Taylor. As everyone left the room, Kaya brought up the rear. She didn’t even turn back, but slammed the door shut when the last student left and locked the door from the inside. She took exaggerated breaths to keep up with her rising heartbeat. When she turned, she kept her back pressed to the door. Mr. Taylor didn’t budge or speak. He just sat there at his desk staring at her. She remembered their kiss and so did her body, still coiled tight. Her mouth parted as she drank in the air which suddenly felt too thick to breathe. She knew Mr. Taylor’s plan. He wanted to stick her with Mike in hopes she would fall for his advances and forget about her teacher. “Don’t ever push me on Mike again,” she whispered, still not moving from the door. He rose from his seat in a slow, measured wave, rising to his full height. She never noticed the broadness of his shoulders before or the squareness of his jaw. His face was a mask, an intense mask out for blood…or maybe more. He closed the distance between them with a predatory stride. His face gave nothing of his intentions away

and he didn’t say a word. When he reached her, he bent in and crushed his lips to hers, hooking an arm around her waist, pulling her against his chest. Kaya almost lost her footing, her knees felt so weak. She drowned in the taste and warmth of the man that starred in all her waking fantasies. Kaya kissed him back with more passion than she realized she had. Eric said she was cold and lacking, apparently not for Mr. Taylor. She wrapped her arms around her neck and pressed her body into his, needing to be closer. They walked into the centre of the room in clumsy steps, never parting lips. She never wanted to be apart from him, desperate for his acceptance. Craving his warmth and affection. “Mr. Taylor... Touch me,” she said against his lips. He groaned deep in his chest and ran his hand under the hem of her shirt. The warmth of his hands against her bare flesh thrilled her. Her pussy ached and pulsed to a beat stronger than her wild heart rate. He ran his fingers along her spine in smooth, gentle strokes. The soft touch lulled her, had her drifting far from reality. Kaya felt triumphant, and the like the luckiest girl on campus. Cynthia may have teased her about wanting a much older man, but she'd gotten exactly what she wanted. They kissed hungrily, tasting, nipping and sucking. Her pussy was slick, her inner walls cramping. "More," she murmured. "I'm on the pill." A knock on the door made Hayden pull away from her, leaving her empty and desperate for more contact. He left her to open the door, his back blocking the entrance from view. “Kaya in there?” It was that idiot, Mike. “We’re having a conference right now. You best run along to your next class, son.” Once again, his age and position made her hot. She wanted to see her superior so desperate for her that he couldn't possibly push her away. “Okay. Tell her I’ll see her tomorrow.” “Sure.” Mr. Taylor shut and locked the door. “You know who else should be getting to class?” “What are you going to do to me if I miss a class? Punish me?” She bit her lip and hoped. His role as teacher aroused her. She still yearned to be bent over and mastered by him, to feel his strong hand come down hard on her sensitive flesh.

“Kaya. Do you have any idea how much trouble I could get in for being with you like this?” “I can keep a secret.” He exhaled through his nose and his nostrils flared. His expression told a story in itself. A war waged within him, right and wrong, do or don’t. She only hoped his desire for her would win through. He cupped her face and kissed her once on the lips and pulled back to examine her. She smiled. She couldn’t help herself when he looked so handsome…and so concerned. Getting Mr. Taylor into trouble was never her intention. She wanted him, all of him. “Go on to class. Meet me here tomorrow on your lunch hour. We need to talk.” The gentle pass of his thumb over her cheek forced her to close her eyes and cherish the affection. Hopefully his talk didn't include cutting the new, fragile bond they'd created. **** The small Irish pub was filled to capacity being fight night. Hayden didn’t come to watch the fight on the big screen. He came out for the companionship and to clear his head. Charlie and Ross were both teachers at the university. Charlie was fifty and Ross pushing sixty. Fifty really was the new thirty because few people he knew these days looked their age. Every one of his friends and coworkers were married, happily or otherwise, but still attached. Getting a chance to have a guy’s night out came few and far between. “You should have seen the tits on that girl.” Charlie cupped his hands over his chest to exaggerate the size. “Fucking triple Ds.” “Haven’t you noticed how all the girls are bigger than they were ten years ago? I’m in heaven. Don’t tell Mary,” said Ross. Charlie was a freak. He never stopped talking about the girls in his classes. As far as Hayden knew, he never acted on his fantasies, so he kept his mouth shut. It still sickened him the way he talked sometimes. He must have noticed his distraction. “Come on now, Hayden.” Charlie clapped him on the back. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed a hot little thing or two in any of your classes this semester.” “Charlie. You’re a sick fuck.” Hayden took a drink of his Pepsi.

Apparently he told the best joke ever because Charlie started laughing out loud and slapping the bar counter. After five drafts anything would have sounded funny to him. Hayden didn’t drink. His ex-wife never admitted she had a problem but she always had a glass of wine or spritzer in her hand. It got to the point that he couldn’t stand the sight of alcohol…or her. Cassandra’s alcoholism was the least of their marital problems. Fifteen years he'd wasted on that woman. All his best years from twenty-five to forty were gone, and he didn’t know how the fuck he was expected to start over. He had a comfortable lifestyle, his condo was paid in full and he could come and go as he pleased. But he craved love and companionship like the next guy his age. Not what he had with Cassandra, a mutual convenience, but what everyone referred to as real love. Did such a thing even exist? The kids at the university all thought they'd found the real thing in each other, but by the next semester they were onto someone new. Could Kaya be different? She was a woman, not a kid. He couldn’t deny his attraction to her both physically and mentally. Love at first sight? Hah. He didn’t usually buy into any of that bullshit. He was a philosophy professor for God’s sake. Such drivel didn’t exist…but it did, didn’t it? Kaya plagued his waking thoughts and his dreams. He had to think this through, but didn’t want to face the reality of what he planned. If he dated her, it would have to be done in secrecy, and that would get old quickly. Was it worth it? He wasn’t so sure. His role as lover would be inappropriate with her being the student, but the taboo aspect was also erotic like nothing else. He craved domination over the petite little blonde. He wanted to possess her, make her beg for him to fuck her. His ex-wife was vanilla sex all the way…if he were lucky enough to get any at all. She was a loud, domineering woman and snubbed the thought of any kink in the bedroom. Her logic insisted that since she couldn’t have children, why overindulge in intimacy at all. A total waste of time in her opinion. Kaya brought his passion back to life in ways he never expected. Deep, dark desires rose to the surface of his mind and he couldn’t push them away. They consumed him. Hayden watched his two friends in their drunken stupor, leaning over the wooden bar. They wouldn’t feel so hot tomorrow

morning in front of their classes. Right now they couldn't have looked happier, and he felt tempted to indulge in mind numbing alcohol himself. What he wanted seemed destined for disaster before he even took a single step forward. Kaya was an oasis continually out of his grasp, like a mirage in the desert to a dying man. Their studentteacher relationship, the age factor, his intimacy and divorce issues, and the fact that he had a dominant streak just waiting to be unleashed in the bedroom—were all factors fighting against a union with the curly-haired angel.

Chapter Seven Although her roommates AJ and Carrie had gone off to bed before Kaya got home from work, Cynthia had waited up. “Your supper is in the microwave. Two minutes and it’ll be on the table.” “You didn’t have to do that,” said Kaya. “I made supper for everyone tonight. A new recipe I’ve wanted to try for a while. Turned out pretty good if I say so myself.” “Sorry I missed it.” Cynthia set a plate and fork on the round laminate table. She stopped and looked Kaya in the eye, disapproval marring her features. “These late hours are going to kill you.” Kaya slipped off her jacket and washed her hands at the kitchen sink, gazing out into the darkness beyond the window. “Choices are limited with day classes.” The microwave dinged and the smell of garlic and tomato sauce drifted through the kitchen. Kaya’s stomach rumbled. She rarely ate on her work shifts and never touched the donuts or other fattening baked goods they sold. Her crazy schedule was doing a number on the healthy lifestyle she wanted for herself. She sat and ate what Cynthia served. Pasta tubes with homemade vegetarian sauce. “So. Did you find Mr. Taylor yesterday?” Cynthia sat across from her with her elbows on the table and hands propping up her chin. Kaya hated to have an audience when she ate, but her friend found it the best time for conversation. “Kind of.” “What’s that look? And what does ‘kind of’ mean?” “I went to his office and we had a little talk.” Her hands dropped and she sat up straighter. “You talked with him? Not about your attraction. Please, not that.” Kaya desperately wanted to tell her friend about the kiss. The kiss that surpassed all kisses. The excitement of the act bubbled up inside her, begging to be released, but she thought better and kept her mouth shut. “I just had some questions about teacher college.” “So the only person you could ask was Mr. Taylor?” Cynthia shook her head like a disapproving mother hen.

“Hey, why not? Actually, he told me to meet him tomorrow at lunch. He’s going to, um, give me some information.” “Really.” “You’ll be okay without me for one day, won’t you?” Cynthia studied her face, clearly not believing that nothing transpired between her and her teacher. But Kaya wasn’t about to offer the truth. Not yet. **** “Move it, woman!” Cynthia waited in the foyer, tapping her foot to an impatient beat. “Coming!” Kaya raced down the stairs, ready for school. She tried to slip by her friend to get outside, but she blocked her exit with an arm barring the doorway. “What on earth?” Cynthia inspected Kaya’s outfit with slanted eyes and an open mouth. “What?” Kaya usually went for blue jeans and sweaters. Not today. She wore a gray plaid skirt and a skin tight black shirt that plunged low in the front. With her makeup done to perfection and black heels on her feet, she looked the part. What part? Kaya cringed. She didn’t want to be labeled, but she did want to seduce her teacher. Mr. Taylor needed that final nudge to give in to his desires. “You do know we’re going to school, right? Not the club.” “Just leave me be.” Kaya ducked under Cynthia’s arm and carefully walked towards the driveway. She wasn't used to walking in heels, and she already felt like an idiot. But desperate times called for desperate measures. “Is this for Mr. Taylor’s benefit?” “Hey, I’m just living a little. Remember? I’m a new Kaya and I take what I want. By any means necessary.” Cynthia raked her eyes up and down Kaya’s curves. “You’re not joking about ‘by any means’ are you? And I thought I knew you." They got in the car and pulled onto the street. "I feel sorry for Mr. Taylor.” “Why?” “Resisting a hot little number determined to seduce him into submission will be one hell of a challenge.” “Let’s just hope he loses.” “Ugh.” ****

Once in her economics class, Kaya noticed how most of the girls suddenly grew an aversion towards her. Whispers and hateful sneers came at her from every direction. The guys on the other hand were quite impressed with her choice of wardrobe. Kaya found economics her most difficult of her four classes. She struggled to get through each day. By the time her period ended, her brain felt foggy and heavy. As she gathered her books, her realization that philosophy was her next class cleared her head entirely. The next class was quiet when she entered. Her heels clicked and echoed in the large, empty space as she made her way down the steps to her seat in the third row. She checked her lipstick in her compact and crossed her legs, anxious for Mr. Taylor’s arrival. If by some chance he stayed out of class again, she’d catch him after class at lunch, as planned. A student, followed by Mr. Taylor, entered from the private lower door. The student pushed a rickety metal cart with a slide projector on it. As he arranged it into place beside the teacher’s desk, Mr. Taylor pulled down a large white backdrop screen. Class was still about ten minutes from commencing and only a few students had trickled in, but the noise coming from the hallways was obscene. Kaya tracked Mr. Taylor’s every move. Just seeing him made her giddy. She'd never wanted any man more. He glanced her way when he turned to sit at his desk. His eyes lasered in directly on her and didn’t falter. Only the sound of another student rummaging through their book bag forced him to look away. He appeared tired and distracted. His brooding made him sexier. All she could think about was getting alone with him again. As soon as the class filled up, Mr. Taylor flicked off the lights and took his place behind the projector. “We’re going to take a little break and do some art appreciation. I’d like to get some of your impressions on these pieces. They mean a lot of different things to different people. Art's known to be very subjective. A person’s life experiences can dictate how they perceive something.” He went through several slides of beautiful artwork from famous artists of the past century. He asked questions and students answered, creating several interesting discussions. Mr. Taylor’s

intelligence was the ultimate turn on. She couldn’t wait to get him alone and all to herself. “Why are shadows used in this picture?” he asked the class. Several students offered their opinions, but none of them hit on the point the teacher wanted to make. “Kaya?" “The shadows are used to reflect the mood of the mourners.” “Exactly.” He addressed the class. “Kaya doesn’t say much, but when she does, it’s brilliant.” Heat rushed from her extremities and pooled in her core. Her pussy pulsed deep and urgent upon hearing his voice and listening to his praise. She thought class would never end. Her next period was lunch and her “date” with Mr. Taylor in the privacy of his office. Kaya stayed put in her seat until every student cleared out of the room. But once the drone of conversation was gone, she suddenly lost her bravado and wished she hadn’t worn her getup and heels. Kaya walked down the stairs as he collected his materials from the desk. Her heels pierced the silence with an erotic echo that made him glance up. When she got to the level floor, he stood straight, his face a blank slate. “You still want to talk with me at lunch?” she asked. He closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath. “Yes. I’m almost ready.” “No rush.” She sat on his desk beside where he stood and crossed her leg over the other, exposing most of her thigh. She wanted him to look at her with lust in his eyes. She wanted him to forget right and wrong and give into his desire and lose control. Kaya waited and hoped. She was ready to fuck him today, this minute, this second. “You know, you really shouldn’t dress like that. I had a difficult time keeping my male students focused today.” So he did notice. “What about you? Could you focus?” He swallowed and wet his lips. “Not as well as I hoped.” "That's good." “Kaya," he started, but stopped for what seemed like forever. "I planned to tell you I couldn’t have anything to do with you romantically.” “And now?”

“You’re making if very hard for me to walk away.” “Then don’t.” She pressed closer and kissed his lips. Immediately he looked up and scanned the empty room. If anything happened between them it had to be a big secret. “Let’s head to my office. It’s more private.” **** With almost no sleep the night before, he came to work more zombie than man. He got home late from the pub, but couldn’t find any peace as he laid back on his king sized bed. All he thought about was Kaya. His conscience tormented him. He wanted her for himself, but knew he had to let go and have nothing to do with her. One action that seemed impossible when he couldn’t get the girl out of his head. He was being selfish. Hayden was forty-two, not thirty-two. But even that would have been too old for a twenty-six year old at the prime of her life. As much as he wanted her, she'd be getting the short end of the stick. It wasn't fair for her, so he'd planned to end whatever it was that had started between them. When he came into class and saw what Kaya wore, his resolve to say goodbye vanished. She looked so utterly tempting. He always had a thing for women with long legs in heels. Hayden was glad he chose to do a slide presentation because he really needed to hide the painful bulge in his pants. He wanted to stare at Kaya's long legs and drag his tongue up the length of one, from her ankle to her cunt. Hayden planned to keep his eyes to himself to avoid the temptation she offered during their lunch meeting. When she blatantly flirted with him, throwing in a healthy dose of sexual innuendo, he lost it. He was totally fucked because there was no way in hell he could refuse her. She played a dangerous game, telling him she wanted to bite. If only she knew the things he had stored up in his head just waiting to be unleashed. His role as the good and respectable professor became increasingly more pathetic by the year. Now that he was a single man, with nothing close to a serious girlfriend, his life and future were laughable. He didn’t want to be the old, lonely man that everyone loved. Old Mr. Taylor, what a sweetheart. No, he wanted a woman of his own and a life outside of work for once. He wanted Kaya. She was young, exciting, uninhibited and gorgeous. Her answers in class and quiz results proved what he already knew. She

was uncommonly intelligent and would be a good intellectual match for him. Her ambition was to be a teacher, something he would love to mentor her towards. The mere thought of taking her under his wing made him happier than he'd been in ages. He unlocked his windowless office and held the door open for Kaya. Her heels made her taller, all legs. She walked with confidence and he wanted to spank her until she lost that self-assured smirk on her face. As soon as he closed and locked the door she spoke. “I’m not wearing any panties.” Fuck. Her skirt was already above her knees. If she bent over without a stitch of clothing on underneath he’d be able to see her pink little pussy. His groin grew hard as granite. Did she realize what a dangerous game she played? She looked like a Catholic school girl with the plaid skirt and blouse, further pulling him into the twisted fantasy of teacher and student. “Kaya, what do you want from me?” “Everything.” “Please don’t tell me you’re interested in all your teachers.” He needed answers to the questions that kept him up at night. “Hayden! Okay, maybe it was a mistake dressing like this today. It’s out of character for me. But when it comes to you I don’t seem to think straight. I’ve never wanted one of my teachers before.” She spun away from him and pushed back her hair in obvious frustration. When her arms rose, her shirt revealed an inch of her smooth, narrow back. He reached out to touch, but pulled back. “I don’t sleep around and I’m not usually the aggressive one. What you see is a result of how you affect me.” “I’m forty-two." He said it like a curse, as if the number was the ammunition able to destroy any chance of a relationship. “I know. You told me,” she snapped. “Don’t you like any boys your age?” She faced him with her brow lowered. “Boys my age? You make me sound like a twelve year old. I may be younger than you, but I’m twenty six and very much a woman. If I wanted a boy, let me assure you, I could have my pick. What I want is a man.” Then she whispered, “What I want is you.” “Damn you’re making this difficult.” “It doesn’t have to be. Either you like me or you don’t.”

“You know I do." He reached out his hand and she offered her fingertips for him to hold. “I don’t, Hayden. Show me.”

Chapter Eight Her dream guy admitted to wanting her. Maybe as much as she wanted him. It felt like a dream, a sweep of bliss wrapping itself around her when she'd never felt so vulnerable. Hayden rested a hand at the small of her back, the other tilting her face upwards, as he brushed a gentle kiss on her lips. She fought the urge to lunge into his mouth hungrily with her tongue. Rather she enjoyed the texture of his lips and the heat of his breath. “I want to take you out on a proper date,” he finally said. She hadn’t expected this. Offering him home base, she wondered why he’d bother to wine and dine her. Maybe he really was the real thing she had been searching for. “Okay. What did you have in mind?” “Dinner. Tonight.” “Your place?” She couldn’t help but be suspicious. He was a man and he knew she wanted him. It didn’t matter to her, but part of her began to expect more than just thrills from him. She'd never be able to give him one night and then walk away. He was the type of man a woman held onto and cherished. He shook his head. “Not yet. I was thinking dinner at a restaurant. I can pick you up around six. Is that okay?” A date, a date, a real date. Her smile peeked out even though she tried to hide it. “Sounds good.” “Now it’s just a suggestion, but I think you should wear panties when we’re at the restaurant.” She swatted his arm. “That was supposed to be sexy.” “So you are wearing panties?” Kaya exhaled and looked at the ceiling. “Yes. I’m wearing some.” “I knew it. You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl. You should stop trying to be someone you’re not. Might get you into more trouble than you can handle.” She was about to protest, but his mouth on hers muffled anything she was about to say. In fact, she forgot about any irritation or embarrassment. His kiss made her world spin and he was the axis. Priority number one revolved around both of them getting very naked and crashing onto his leather loveseat. But before things could move

to the next step, he broke their kiss and took a step back. His chest heaved and his eyes appeared glassy. “What you do that for?” she panted, eager to continue. “If we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to, and I have a class in twenty minutes.” She pouted and reached for his groin, tempted to make him submit to her. “Let me touch you,” she whispered. “Kaya, when the time is right I’m going to teach you some manners. For now, I think you better go because you’re going to be my undoing if you stay another minute.” “Fine. I’ll see you tonight at six o’clock…Mr. Taylor.” **** Kaya paced the foyer at quarter to six. Her body was wound so tight she could barely breathe. The idea of being alone with Hayden, on a date, in his car, as a couple, made her giddy. Cynthia sat on the sofa watching her with suspicion. “How did you get off of work with such little notice?” “Bernice covered for me. I haven’t missed a shift since I started.” “Stop moving around. You’re making me dizzy,” said Cynthia. She watched television with a heavy quilt draped over her shoulders. “I still think this is a bad idea.” “Duly noted.” Headlights appeared in the foyer, glaring off the sidelights of the entranceway. Kaya held her breath and stiffened. Why was she so damned nervous? She wanted him. He wanted her. Nothing could go wrong. Except she knew Mr. Taylor was terrified of getting caught dating a student. She could ruin his career, so he took a huge risk in pursuing her. A knock on the door made her flinch. “Have fun,” said Cynthia. “Call me if there’s a problem.” “Bye,” Kaya mouthed before opening the front door. Mr. Taylor stood in the doorway holding a bouquet of pink roses. Not in a million years did she expect a gift from him. Eric never bought her anything. She stared at the beautiful buds in mid-bloom and then up to his face. “For me?” “Of course for you.” He stepped into the foyer. She hadn’t expected him to come in and hadn’t offered. Her body was still in

shock from the sweet smelling flowers and from how absolutely amazing the man looked. He was no longer the casual teacher everyone knew at the university. He had transformed into some kind of GQ god. His short blond hair was gelled back and he wore a stylish black suit. The man smelled good enough to eat. The musky, masculine cologne invaded the foyer and had her close to panting. She savored everything about him. Knowing he was just as intelligent as stunning only made her attraction grow stronger. “Well, hello, Mr. Taylor,” said Cynthia. “Fancy meeting you here.” “Cut it out,” said Kaya. Her friend never knew where to draw the line and the opportunity to tease Kaya and shock Mr. Taylor had clearly been too tempting. “Cynthia, right?” he asked. Kaya shut the front door and Mr. Taylor moved to the edge of the foyer where the ceramic met the carpet in the living room. “Wow, you remember my name?” “You were hard to forget,” he teased. “You had a very vocal opinion on just about everything.” “Does that mean you’re going to take me out on a date, too?” He looked to Kaya with an expression that screamed, “save me”. “Cynthia!” Kaya scolded. She turned back to the television with a chuckle. “Couldn’t resist.” Kaya dashed off to the kitchen to set her flowers in a vase. Then she practically pushed her date out the door before Cynthia felt tempted to humiliate her once again. Mr. Taylor drove a shiny new BMW. She was impressed and even more so when he held the door open for her. Dating older men had more perks than she anticipated. Or maybe it was just Hayden. Regardless, his old-school manners were a major turn on. She could get used to being treated like this. He made her feel special, like a princess. “So…do you live with Cynthia?” He didn’t start the car. He just sat in the driver’s seat facing her. His scent and proximity made her wish they were having dinner at his place because her body was screaming for intimacy. “I’m one of her roommates. We’re old friends.”

“Do you trust her?” At first she mulled his question over in her head, wondering why he’d ask it. Then she realized he worried about her being a big mouth at the university about their dating. It irritated her. Kaya was tired of being a low priority to the men she dated. Was she not worth a little risk? “You don’t have to worry. She’d never say anything about you and me. Cynthia may be obnoxious at times, but she knows where to draw the line.” “Are you okay?” he asked. She took a breath. It was her idea to date her teacher, and he made it clear that it was taboo, so she shouldn’t have a problem with him wanting secrecy. “I’m fine. I guess it just feels weird hiding our relationship.” “Relationship?” Oh, fuck. Why did she choose that word? The guy hadn’t committed to her. They weren’t even dating, just going out to dinner for the first time. Sure, they shared some passionate kisses, but they didn’t necessarily have promises attached. Could a professional who was funny, witty, gorgeous and sexy only care about sex? She'd offered herself to him on a silver platter and he refused her, so she expected he wanted more. Even though the thought of getting burned again kept her distant emotionally, something fuelled inside her for this one man. She wanted all of him. His body, his mind and his devotion. “Sorry. You know what I mean, right?” “Explain.” “We’re not in class. You sound like a teacher.” “I am a teacher.” His mouth pulled into a crooked grin. It gave him a boyish quality. His face was shadowed, the outdoor lights of the house highlighting his strong jaw, thick lips, and intense eyes through the windshield. She relaxed a bit and forgot about the original question. Her focus shifted to breaking the tough shell Mr. Taylor encased himself in. She wanted the man—silly, passionate, faults and all. “Do you think you can teach me anything besides philosophy?” Kaya leaned towards him and tilted her head, begging for a kiss. “I told you before. I’d like to teach you some manners.”

She locked eyes with him. His were the most vivid blue she’d ever seen, a stormy sea of emotion. “What does that mean?” He licked his lips. She could feel his lust fill the interior of the car like a physical presence. Add her own, and they were likely to jump each other’s bones at any second. “In the past, teachers used to spank or paddle naughty students. Must be in my blood.” Heat flooded her veins and her pussy clamped so tight she thought she’d pass out with the need for stimulation. Imagining Mr. Taylor smacking her bare ass sent erotic tingles cascading through her body. “I guess we’ll have to see if I’m a good or a bad girl tonight.” “I hope you’re bad.” He shifted and started the ignition. The sly smile never left his face as he pulled out into the street.

Chapter Nine Hayden regret his words as soon as they left his mouth. It was just so easy to be himself around her. Kaya made him feel young and carefree. She stroked his ego and turned him into the virile male he was never allowed to be in his long, loveless marriage. Even being the most-loved, fun teacher at the university was great until he was alone in his condo at night. He wasn't just a suit, but a man, with feelings, needs, and desires. When he said he hoped Kaya would be bad, he did. He wanted her stripped naked and over his lap. He planned all sorts of wicked things for her sweet, young body. First he’d tie her up to his massive bed frame and teach her about obedience in the bedroom. He’d train her to be the perfect student and show her pleasures she’d never known. Before his lengthy marriage, he had fully explored his darker side in underground BDSM clubs. His new teaching career and his parents' expectations didn't mesh with his hidden lifestyle. The main reason he'd entertained marriage with his ex-wife was in hopes of curing himself of his deviant desires. It wasn't so easy to change who he was, but his ex wouldn't humor his kinky side or need to dominate in the bedroom. But what he wanted, and reality, travelled on conflicting courses. No way could he let himself go with Kaya, especially when he'd been stifling away his urges for over a decade. He couldn’t sex her up the way he wanted. The whole dating thing became his secret experiment. Could it actually work between them? Already he noted hostility on her part as a result of their hidden relationship. What would it be like in a week, a month, and years from now? Until she graduated from his university, she was officially off limits. No way could he wait nearly a year when she threw herself at him every day at school. He didn’t want to resist the feisty little blonde. There had to be a way to find a safe and healthy balance between their professional relationship and hopefully one hot, wild love affair. As they drove to Hayden’s favorite restaurant, Kaya stroked his arm and examined his fingers in her hand. Her touch was gentle and sweet, maybe more intimate than sex itself. He had to force his

eyes open to watch the road and avoid slipping into that blissful state between consciousness and unconsciousness. They finally arrived. He parked the car and slipped out to open the passenger door for Kaya. Her black dress rose up her thigh as she set one foot on the asphalt. He couldn’t resist raking his eyes up her body. His groin stirred as his imagination took over. “You look beautiful tonight. I prefer this look on you.” “As opposed to my stripper outfit?” Her cheeks blushed. He ran the backs of his fingers along the flush, and she leaned into his touch. After a single soft kiss to the lips, he took her hand and led her to the entrance. **** Kaya watched as Mr. Taylor shrugged off his suit jacket. The crisp blue shirt he wore underneath matched his eyes. He loosened the knot in his tie and settled in comfortably across the booth from her. “This is nice,” she said, appraising the restaurant. The dim lighting offered an intimate atmosphere, making it difficult not to get lost in the moment. She imagined many men brought their future wives here to propose. Soft classical music, barely audible, drifted out from the sound system. Hayden maintained a soft smile. His eyes were squinty and flirty, lines creasing the outer edges. “What?” she asked. He wouldn’t take his eyes off her. “Just enjoying the view.” Kaya leaned over on her elbows. “So, we’re here. Alone. Tell me about yourself.” She played with her curls and he reached out to spring a few himself, which appeared to amuse him. “I’m divorced.” “Cynthia told me. How long were you married?” He exhaled as if disappointed. “Fifteen years.” That was news to her. He’d been committed to one woman for fifteen years? She felt insecure just knowing that. Would she have felt better if he'd only dated casually his whole life? She didn’t want him to compare her to his ex-wife, the educated professor that could tear her apart in a battle of wits. If they were married that long, he had to of been deeply in love with her. She wondered what the previous Mrs. Taylor looked like and how good she was in bed. Kaya may have had youth on her side, but not experience.

“I thought I did well making it eight months.” “So you have an ex?” This also appeared to amuse him, but he tried to appear serious. She supposed compared to fifteen years, eight months was a joke. “Nothing like you. We were just dating and it ended very badly. That was the longest I’ve ever lasted in a relationship.” “Does he go to the university?” “No. Not ours. Actually, he dumped me when I transferred.” She chuckled without humor. “I really know how to pick ‘em.” “Don’t blame yourself. He’ll regret that decision one day. You’re not the type of woman a man should be able to give up so easily.” “I’m not?" “That’s why I’m here. And I want to know everything about you.” He reached for her hand and cupped it between both of his in the centre of the table, but broke away when the waiter approached. The young man recognized Mr. Taylor. This relationship was destined to failure. The rest of the evening went by pleasantly. They enjoyed a light, quiet meal. Mostly Kaya listened to the couples around them talking because her date seemed lost to his own thoughts half the time. Occasionally, he’d glance up and give her a half-hearted smile, and she began to wonder if the whole idea of trying to start something with him was a huge mistake. “What was your wife like?” she asked after a lengthy silence. The question sounded wrong when it passed her lips. “Not nearly as beautiful as you. But I don't want to talk about her.” His words snared her heart in a tight bind making breathing difficult. Why did he affect her so strongly? “Hmm. I was starting to think you regret the whole idea of taking me out tonight.” She fiddled with the straw in her soda glass. “I’m sorry. My mind is processing a lot of stuff right now.” She nodded. They were on a date and he didn’t have an hour to devote to her? “Work?” The expression on his face told her she was way off. “No. I’m thinking about us. About how we can possibly make things work if we chose to pursue this.”

“Oh.” She sat up straighter. Mr. Taylor paid the bill with the portable debit machine and held his hand out to help her stand. “It’s getting late. Guess I should get you home,” he said. Hayden helped her slip on her jacket, slowly brushing her hair to the side, his fingers grazing her neck. She didn't want the evening to end. As they walked towards the car, night now blanketing the city, she stopped dead. “I want you to take me home.” “I plan to.” He jiggled his keys in front of her. “No. Your home.” He gave her a warning look which reminded her of a teacher scolding a student. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Kaya. I had a great night. We have all the time in the world to get to know each other better.” “Let’s start tonight,” she insisted. “Or…are you afraid of me?” “Very.” Kaya touched his chest with both hands and slowly progressed upwards until her hands lightly traced around his neck. He got quiet, and then pulled her closer by the waist until only a breath separated them. “Do you want to play a game?” she asked. He leaned his head lower and nuzzled her neck. She heard him inhale and felt the warmth of his lips on her skin. “What kind of game?” he murmured. “I’ll show you tonight. At your place.” Hayden pulled her closer until she could feel the rigid line of his cock against her softness. “What do I get if I win?” “Anything you want.” Her pussy tightened just thinking of the possibilities. "I guess coffee wouldn't hurt. Then I'll have to get you home or you'll be dead on your feet in class tomorrow." They settled in the car. He pulled out onto the streets, now shrouded by a moonless evening. There was a light rain, nothing heavy, but enough to dampen the pavement and windshield. The shift in weather mirrored her mood. Was she doing the right thing? She was setting herself up for disappointment if things didn't work out between them. Her fantasies included a happily ever after, not a one-night stand.

"What about you? Are you an early to bed, early to rise kind of guy?" She watched his profile as he kept his eyes on the road ahead of them. Every move he made in the dark interior of the car—a rustle of leather, a wetting of lips, or flexing of his hand on the wheel—it all brought her temperature up to nearly unbearable levels. She wished he'd lose that precious control of his for two minutes and ravage her, but then again, it was his control that had attracted her to him in the first place. "Whatever suits me. When you live alone, you can pretty much do what you want." He turned slightly in her direction, locking eyes with hers. "I have a feeling tonight will be a late night." His playful smirk was followed by an ever so brief perusal of her body before he refocused on the road. She felt the heat of his inspection, hoping he liked what he saw. "Hayden?" He swallowed hard, turning the car to the side of the road. The streets were barren due to the hour and the fact the light spattering of rain had increased and now fell steadily. He shifted the car into park. "We're about two minutes away from my condo, but—" "Yes?" Was he desperate for her? Did he want to fuck her right here in the car? Or did he change his mind and want to drive her home? "I think I should take you home, Kaya." No! The sexual energy practically sizzled around them. "What? Why?" He soothed her nerves by running his hand from her shoulder to her hand. "It's not you." After a deep breath, he continued, "I haven't had a woman at my condo. Ever." "Okay." "Things could get carried away if we let them, and I don't want to scare you." How could Mr. Taylor scare her? She wanted him more than breath. Right now she'd do anything he asked of her without question, without regret. "You could never scare me. I know you're a good man." He shook his head. "You don't know me at all. You know Mr. Taylor, not Hayden." "Well, isn't that why we're spending time together? To change that?"

She could see the tick in his jaw and knew he held onto precious control by a thread. Kaya wanted him to unleash the beast within, to become so aroused he couldn’t hold back. A lone set of headlights approached from behind, and a minute later the other car splashed by. "Why are you here with me, Kaya?" "What do you mean?" "Why me? You're young, beautiful...you could have any man you want." "We can't choose who we have chemistry with any more than we can choose who we fall in love with. But you're the philosophy professor, you tell me." He smiled. She loved his smile. "I'd say daddy issues, but you've already told me you had good parents." She shrugged. "They were absentee parents most of the time. Does that help you slot me in a nice, neat category?" "Hmm. Abandonment issues." He tapped his chin, playing his role in their little game. "Is that why you're attracted to a man sixteen years older than you?" "Maybe I just want to enjoy your experience. Ever think of that?" she teased. The tick in his jaw worked harder as he stared at her. The rain came in waves, creating a static hush on the hood of the car. "Come here," he said, almost a whisper. Kaya leaned toward him on command. He smoothed his hand over her hair and touched his forehead to hers. "Hayden, don't you want me?" "You have no idea how badly. It's just so damn complicated." "It doesn't have to be. We're both adults." If he gave in would he fuck her right in the car? Her anticipation grew to such high levels she was ready to throw herself at him. He tweaked her nose. "You're just a baby." She scowled. This had to end. Like she'd told Cynthia, she'd take what she wanted from now on. And she wanted Hayden Taylor. At least if this relationship ended she couldn't blame herself for not making a move. Nobody would be able to call her passionless. Not if she was the aggressor. Kaya shifted to her knees, rising up higher than Hayden. He reached out and clutched her waist on either side. His hands were big and strong, nearly able to circle her thin waist.

The space was impossibly cramped. But he'd set back the seats after they'd stopped so she had just enough room to swing one of her legs over his lap to straddle him. Her dress rose up to her waist when she parted her thighs. "Kaya, this isn't the place." "I don't care," she snapped. "I can feel your cock. It's hard and ready to fuck me. So do it." Her words and tone of voice shocked her, but she wouldn't be denied any more. "Shit," he muttered. "I'm going to regret this." "I doubt that." She reached between them and fiddled with his belt. His cock twitched against her moist folds, the fabric rubbing torturously against her. She wanted him inside her, but couldn't release his pants fast enough with her clumsy fingers. He caved, assisting her in unzipping his pants. She couldn't believe it and even wondered if this was one of her crazy dreams. When his erection was free, she could only see faint images in the dark, but his size impressed her. She wrapped her hand around his girth, her fingers unable to meet. He was so much larger than Eric had been. Would he even fit inside her? Hayden's behavior seemed to alter, his hands squeezing tighter, and breathing coming out in deep waves, like an animal preparing for the kill. He slipped his hand between then, the skin of his fingers grazing her pussy. She gasped aloud, her body was so responsive, so eager. "Teensy panties?" She smirked. "I thought it would be more fun this way." "It's definitely easier. If I had of known during dinner I wouldn't have been able to eat." Kaya rose up enough that Hayden could direct his erection where she needed it. Her thin G-string was easy to slip to the side. He ran the thick head back and forth in her overflow of moisture, coating himself. She looked him in the eye as she sank down on his cock, impaling herself to the hilt. He let out a staggered breath, his eyes closing briefly. "Oh God, that feels amazing, Kaya." She felt so full, stretched like she'd never been in her life. Kaya clenched around his length, savoring the connection. This was Mr. Taylor, the man she'd fantasized about. Now his cock was inside her. Even without a promise of tomorrow, she wouldn't change a thing.

Chapter Ten Hayden never expected to know a woman's body again, certainly not one as young and sweet as Kaya's. Her little pussy was impossibly tight around his cock. The taboo setting, the sound of the rain, and the blonde's unrelenting passion—it all aided in pulling him into an erotic web. He became lost to her scent, the softness of her curves, and the knowledge of what was to come. When she began to work his erection, rising up and sliding down to his lap, his control wavered. If she continued the sweet torture, he'd end up turning the tables and fucking her long and hard. But she had him where she wanted him now, trapped in the confined driver's seat. She made throaty mewling sounds each time she'd come down. Hayden assisted her, lifting her up with a hand around a hip. A car splashed by, but he was too lost to care if anyone noticed them. He hadn't done anything so reckless since before he was married. He felt younger, stronger, free. This little beauty had unshackled him from his life of conformity with her willing body and sweet kisses. "Mr. Taylor..." Her words trailed off, her mouth parted and head tossed back. Why did she still call him his professor's name? Did the thought of fucking her teacher turn her on? Would she lose interest in him when he was no longer something to conquer? He hoped he wasn't deluded in thinking he could build something with Kaya. Although he felt a spiritual connection and intense chemistry, his feelings could be one-sided. "What is it, baby girl? Are you close?" "I don't know. I'm hot all over." She wasn't a blushing virgin, but Kaya had a lot to learn. Things he could teach her. He wanted to show her everything her eager body was capable of, a world of possibilities and intense pleasure. Whatever boys she'd been with until now hadn't done their job well. He could practically hear body her calling out, begging to be controlled, mastered in the bedroom. "Go faster and lean forward," he said. She was balancing the fine line between euphoria and release, but was too inexperienced to know how to cross it. Hayden slid his hands over the globes of her ass as she tirelessly worked his cock. He let his fingers trail dangerously close to her nether hole until, finally, he caressed the puckered rosette.

The forbidden touch had the desired effect. She called out, her nails digging deep into his shoulders as her pussy gripped him in a tight lock. As her contractions eased he continued to thrust into her from below, her body bouncing on his lap until he met his own release. Hot jets of come filled her cunt, on an on. He drowned in the bliss, the orgasm washing through him like a baptism. This one woman had taken his world by storm, placing herself as the axis. "I'd never have guessed the shy, quiet girl in my philosophy class had such a naughty side." "You bring out the best and the worst in me," she said, her head now resting against his shoulder. He could have stayed like this forever. Her slight body slouched against him, her breath against his neck. The windows had a fog from their lovemaking, providing them privacy from the night. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you," he said reflectively. Hayden knew he couldn't give her up now, but also knew there was a long road ahead of them to make things work. **** They pulled into the underground parking lot of Hayden's condo a while later. The property was well kept in an expensive area of the city. Money didn't impress Kaya. She'd been raised with little in way of material luxuries. But for some reason the fact Mr. Taylor had money equaled security in her mind. It meant he would probably stay put, not travel, or move from home to home every few years. A nomad way of life was not what she sought. Everything about him pulled her in. Now that they'd consummated their relationship, that awkwardness out of the way, she felt more comfortable. That final element had been satisfied in ways that far exceeded her expectations. He had a huge cock and knew how to use it. He'd be able to satisfy her, teach her, unleash the passion others were incapable of doing. As they rode up in the mirrored elevator, she continually stole peeks in Hayden's direction. He became more handsome by the day, the hour. As her emotional investment increased, so did his desirability. She loved the thought of belonging to the teacher so respected and adored in the university. Now when she sat in class, her fantasies of the man would be memories, and plans for the evening. It would be their dirty little secret. Just for them.

The soft, classical music soothed away the silence between them. "You're the first woman I've been with since my divorce," he said. "Just thought you should know." She stepped to his side of the elevator, running her hand down his tie. Even after having an orgasm, something she'd never had during sex, she wanted so much more. "I'm glad." Kaya wanted to say she'd like to be the last but didn't want to appear overzealous about their budding relationship. The elevator dinged, and Hayden led her out with a hand to the small of her back. The hallways were clean and richly decorated from the wine colored carpets to the cappuccino-colored walls. As he unlocked his door, half-way down the hall, her chest began to tighten. What would happen once they were alone again? What words would be exchanged? "Have a seat," he said as he flicked on a few soft lights. The counter light in his kitchenette and a floor lamp in the living room. Everything was blacks and browns, a masculine retreat not unlike his office. It didn't feel sterile though, but inviting and lived in. "How long have you lived here?" "Three years." He tossed his keys on the counter and opened the refrigerator. She wondered how he could have lived here for three years when he'd been divorced only two. Should she ask? "Things went south long before my divorce." Again, he seemed to read her thoughts. "That's too bad." She sat on the chocolate-colored leather sofa, the cushions soft and comfortable. He joined her a few minutes later, carrying two glasses of red wine. She took the one he offered and brought it to her lips. It was sweet, tasting of berries. Hayden smiled. "Non-alcoholic. Hope you don't mind." She shook her head, but didn't tell him she didn't drink. If anything she needed to appear more mature, not childish. The years between their ages had to be played down, not highlighted. She knew he had issues being older than her, but needed to prove to him that love could conquer all. It was his age, his humor and wisdom, that first attracted her to him. The fact she also thought he was the sexiest man alive was the icing on the cake.

He set his drink on the black lacquer coffee table and leaned closer. Her heart rate picked up. "I wanted to set some things straight as I'm sure you've heard rumors about my divorce." "No, not really." Nothing beyond what Cynthia had told her, but she'd just transferred to the university. "Well, I was married for fifteen years. I can't remember a time things were happy, but I stuck with it out of commitment to my wife. We were incompatible in every way, but I was too young and blind to see that when we got together. She had a growing issue with drinking, I had my issues in the bedroom. It was destined to failure from the beginning." "Fifteen years is a long time." "I guess everything happens for a reason, even if we don't accept it at the time." He played with hair, running it between his fingers. "What did you straighten your hair?" "I thought you'd like it." "I love your curls. You shouldn't have to change anything for me, Kaya. You're here because I want you." She swallowed hard, suddenly obsessed with seeing what Hayden looked like with his shirt and tie off. "There's not much to tell about me. Sometimes I'm ashamed with just how empty my life is." "Then I'll be sure to change that." He trailed his fingers lower until he slid two just under the neckline of her dress. "You're a special girl, Kaya—intelligent and sweet. I want to show you everything, the culture in this city, restaurants, museums...and many more things." His last words carried an erotic edge, his words trailing off. He slid the strap of her black dress down her arm and leaned over to kiss her shoulder. "What other things?" she coaxed. Her stomach fluttered with need. The subtle scent of his cologne tantalized her senses. "Things...Adult things." He kissed down her arm, his hand on her hip tugging her closer. When he lowered her dress over her bare breasts, he covered an areola with his hot, wet mouth. As he drew in her sensitive nipple, she dropped her head back and let out a sigh. "I think you're a little young for me to show you some of those things," he murmured. "Or you're too old to handle me. I can go all night and my body can take anything you subject me to," she teased. They were

both beyond turning back now. Their words were just a game, foreplay for whatever else was to come. "You may regret saying that, sweetheart. I plan to show you things you've never experienced." Things his wife refused him in the bedroom? She wanted to be everything he needed and wanted. He slipped his hand between her legs, under her dress. She had no panties on, her folds swollen and ready for more. "Like?" "Open your legs wider," he said in his teacher voice. She had to breathe through her mouth like a fish out of water. How long could she play when she wanted him naked and on top of her? He impaled two fingers unexpectedly into her cunt, his thumb teasing her bundle of nerves. "That's a good girl. Tonight I want to teach you how to obey, how to submit to me." "I don't understand," she said. "I want you, Kaya, not just for sex, not just for one night. But I won't make the same mistakes I did in the past. If we're to make a relationship work, we have to be compatible in every way." He punctuated his sentence by thrusting his fingers into her pussy, fingerfucking her. She melted into the sofa, her legs limply falling to the sides, free for his invasion. Kaya loved hearing the word "relationship" on his lips. She'd do anything to show him just how beautiful one could be between them. Nothing about him repulsed her, and his kinky side only made her hotter, more eager to spend her life with Hayden. "What will you do to me?" She gasped as he thrust again. "I'd love to tie you to my bed, strip you naked, and pleasure your beautiful body until you're begging me to fuck you. I want to play with you, teach you every wicked thing I know." She began to squeeze her own breasts without even realizing it. Kaya wanted it dirty, wanted to try new and wild things with a man she loved and respected. "Yes," she muttered, her eyes closed. "Such a good student." He kissed her temple, pulling free from her body. Hayden stood up in front of the sofa. She closed her legs and pulled up her dress to cover her breasts. The way he looked down at her melted her from the inside out, liquid heat coating her folds. Hayden loosened his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. She'd imagined his body in her dreams but never expected it to be so ripped.

He had six-pack abs and defined pecs. He must spend half his free time in the gym. She wanted to lick that happy trail of hair all the way down to the cock she'd already met. She sat up straight, unbuckling him. He didn't tell her to stop. Hayden carefully set his shirt and tie on the arm on the sofa, so representative of him. It was just like when he'd hang his suit jacket on the back of his chair in philosophy class. Now he was all hers. Kaya gazed up at all this hard, tanned skin and couldn't wait to take his cock in her mouth. She wanted to please him, be worthy of his affection. Her inhibitions flitted away when she was with him. She wasn't herself, but then again, maybe she was more herself than she realized. Most of her life she'd remained a shell of a woman, insecure, and hiding the real her. "Have you done this before?" he asked. "Not yet." She tugged his pants down his slim hips and freed his cock from his boxer briefs. When they'd been in the car she couldn't see him well. But with the warm lamp light providing illumination, she could make out every detail of his beautiful erection. The veins and ridges were prominent, the color darker than the rest of his body. She knew she wanted to take him in her mouth but didn't want to make a fool of herself either. Hayden was older and more experienced. She instinctively reached up and lightly held the rigid cock. It was hard as wood, but silky and warm. Her curiosity soared. "You drive me crazy, Kaya." When he caressed her hair she was encouraged to continue. She tentatively licked the broad head, and then she opened wide, taking as much of his length as she could manage without gagging. "Mine," he groaned. His hands tightened in her hair as she continued fucking his cock with her mouth. He had a taste unique to him, earthy and delicious. Kaya had her eyes closed, lost in the act. She supported herself on his strong thighs. When he'd tug her hair, it made her pussy pulse stronger. But he suddenly pulled her back, leaving her breathless. Had she done something wrong? "Did I hurt you?" "God, no. You're perfect." He kicked off his pants, not bothering to fold them. "And you're mine." Hayden pulled her to her feet and them scooped her up into his arms. He wasn't an overly big man, but he was strong, easily carrying her out of the room.

He kicked open a door at the other end of the condo. This room was dark, heavy curtains blocking out the city lights. Only the faint glow from the living room allowed her to see. Hayden laid her on a king-sized bed with a lush satin comforter. It felt cool against her arms and legs. "Remember what I told you? About wanting to restrain you?" She nodded. It would mean giving up all power, becoming vulnerable to this one man. Did she trust him enough? If she had to choose one man besides her father that she trusted over all others, it would be Mr. Taylor. He was an honorable professor with a respectable character. The way he spoke and looked at her made Kaya ready and willing to submit. He slipped the straps of her dress down her arms as slow as melting chocolate. Then he worked the material down her curves until off completely. She propped herself up on her elbows, feeling so exposed with her breasts bare and only her thin lace undies covering her. It was titillating. He looked hungry as he stared, his eyes raking over her body. "Beautiful," he whispered. "I still can't believe you want to be here with me." "Of course I do." She reached her hand out to him, but he just winked and opened a drawer in the low dresser against the wall. He pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs and let them dangle on one finger for her inspection. "Handcuffs?" "All the better to restrain you with." He was playing with her, reminding her of how he behaved in class. But this was anything but innocent. He raised his arms above his head to show her what to do. She complied. When he crawled over her body, his broad shoulders and muscled frame were a delicious temptation, but she held her arms straight up as he wanted. "I thought you liked me being your good girl." "Even good girls need a little naughty in them." He hoisted her higher and secured her wrists to the headboard slats. She tested her binds, but she wasn't going anywhere until he wanted her to. She watched his movements, wondering what he'd do next. He slipped off the bed and ran his fingers down the length of her body, hooking his thumb in the string of her panties. When he inched the material off, leaving her nude, she held her legs tightly together.

"You'll have to learn not to be shy with me, Kaya. I'll never hurt you. I only want to make you feel good." She tried to loosen her muscles, relaxing her thighs, but it was difficult. He braced one knee on the bed, spreading her legs wide. It was the oddest feeling to not be able to move or pull away. She was bound and had to endure whatever he decided to subject her to. "What's good for the goose and all that, right? I'm trying not to be too selfish." He bent down, his head lowering towards her pussy. She felt his hot breath against her moist, sensitive folds. She instinctively bucked up, but quickly lowered her hips. This would be another new experience for her. She began to wonder just how skilled the great quarterback, Eric, was. They'd done nothing but missionary sex. She could have planned her grocery list in her head while he pumped into her for a few minutes. But Mr. Taylor demanded her full attention. He wasn't a selfish over, and brought her to peaks she didn't know existed. "You're not going to..." He ignored her, his tongue swiping up her folds making her shudder. It was such a vivid, raw sensation. She wanted more. "Never had your pussy eaten, either? It's a shame, but I can't say I'm disappointed. I love being the one to teach you these things." He began to suckle her clit, fucking her with his tongue and feasting on her. She writhed on the bed, twisting and arching, but he held her down and continued the sweet torture. "Hayden!" The heat built up inside her until it was unbearable. He'd stop just long enough that she couldn't peak. She wanted to feel the release wash through her, but he was cruel, making her wait. He crawled up her body, his cock rubbing against her clit as he nuzzled behind her ear. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, but couldn't move her arms. He groaned, travelling down to her breasts. When he indulged on her beaded nipples it was too much. "Fuck me, Mr. Taylor!" "Mr. Taylor? If you want to role play, I can arrange that." He flipped her around so fast she gasped. Both his hands kneaded her ass, his fingers digging deep into her flesh. He straddled her so she couldn't move her legs. "I think I know why you like dating a teacher." "Oh?"

"You crave discipline, punishment, control." "Not even close." She wanted love, security, commitment. But maybe there was something to be said about his position at the university. The taboo nature of their relationship did turn her on. Picturing him teaching in front of the class, the students laughing at his jokes, girls flirting, and boys fearing. God, she wanted him so badly. "We'll see."

Chapter Eleven Hayden warmed Kaya's cute little ass with his palms. Her skin was smooth, unmarred by life. The further they took things the more he knew she had to be his. Maybe it was her age or innocence, but his desire to coddle her, protect her, grew strong within him. He wanted to teach her everything, mold her into his perfect mate. He couldn't wait to brand her ass with his hand, to see it red from his ministrations. Tonight he'd hold off as long as possible, wanting the night to last forever. He'd already come once in the car, but he was already hard and raring to go again. Would he ever have his fill of the petite, little blonde? He doubted it. Smack! Smack! Smack! Her ass jiggled a bit, the solid, meaty sound filling his room. Even with the minimal lighting, he could see the faint outline of his hand print on her pale rear end. "What are you doing?" she yelled. "Spanking my bad girl. Teaching her what happens when she's disobedient with her teacher." Smack! Smack! Smack! "But I finished my assignment early," she said, playing along. "I do everything you ask, even suck your cock." "There's more I want from you tonight, baby girl." He wanted to claim her, all of her. She was his now. Regardless of the consequences, he couldn't walk away and prayed she felt the same way after tonight. Kaya would give his life meaning. He'd have someone to come home to at night. He'd love her, mentor her, share everything with her. Hayden wasn't a complicated man, but he did have needs, both physical and emotional that demanded to be met. "Tell me, Kaya. Can you feel your little pearl tingle when I spank you? Does the vibration make your pussy wet?" Smack! "Yes!" she cried out, wriggling beneath him. He leaned over to his night table drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant. It was still safety sealed. He lubed his finger and trailed the digit down the seam of her ass. When he reached her virgin entrance, he carefully pressed his finger inside her. "Relax. Remember I'll never hurt you."

With his free hand he spread her ass wider apart, savoring the illicit sight. His fantasy girl was handcuffed to his bed, her luscious body sprawled out for his amusement. "What are you doing?" "I'm preparing you. Stretching you for my cock." "But—" He eased his finger out and lowered the length of his body over her back, keeping his weight suspended over her. "Are you afraid?" he whispered in her ear. "A little. It'll hurt." "Just for a minute. You have to be a brave girl for me." He kissed her neck, smelling her sweet shampoo. So feminine. Hayden wanted to take her anal virginity, to make her his completely, but he didn't want her afraid of him. He released the latch on the cuffs and her arms dropped free. He rolled them to their sides so they faced each other. She ran her hand around his shoulder and down his arm, squeezing his biceps. "I trust you," she said. He believed her and took it as a great responsibility. "I'll never make you cry, Kaya. I promise you that." His words went far beyond mere physical pain. Some boy had hurt her in the past and he would never do the same. He could see the future when he looked into her dark eyes. She nestled her head in the crook of his arm as if seeking asylum from the world. He would protect her, be everything she needed. Kaya kissed him, a sweet brush of the lips. All the logic he'd taught his students over the years didn't apply to him right now. At forty-two, Hayden Taylor was certain he was in love. He shifted to his knees and swung her body around on the bed, his arm around her waist. Hayden kissed her back. "You ready for this, baby girl?" "I want to feel you inside me." Her voice was husky, the scent of her need surrounding him like a living force. She was insatiable. The perfect match for him. He lubed his cock and the fingers of one hand. First he stretched her. She'd take him easily with her body so limber and ripe, but the first time was always a challenge. He wanted her experience to be a positive one. Once again, he was her teacher. With two fingers, he delved into her tight entrance, scissoring his digits to loosen her

anal ring. She was brave, only tensing slightly. He loved the fact she trusted him, looked to him for comfort and security. His ex-wife was so dominant and independent, he missed that feeling of being a man caring for his woman. Kaya made him feel like he could conquer the world. "This will feel tight at first. Just push down against me." He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. It was difficult to maintain the level of control necessary to ease in slowly when his cock had never been so hard. Her tight ass was heaven around his erection. He was overly lubed to ensure he didn't hurt her as he slid into her. Inch by inch he filled her to the brink. Her breathing was heavy and labored, her muscles contracting around him. "Oh, God, Hayden." "You okay, sweetheart?" "So full," she murmured. He reached around and teased her clit, not moving his cock to give her time to adjust to the intrusion. Her hands clenched the silken coverlet, her blonde hair spilling forward, a contrast to the dark sheets. "You drive me crazy, Kaya." He started slowly, pulling out and thrusting in, creating delicious friction. She accepted him, wiggling back against him as he worked her body. "More," she cried. He massaged her clit while fucking her ass, determined to bring them both to a mind-numbing peak. When she finally detonated, he could feel her spasm around his erection. She cried out, screaming his name loud enough to alert the nosey neighbors. He didn't care. Her release initiated his own. "Shit," he muttered. Hayden gripped her hips as he fucked her. His release was literally blinding, going on and on until he was completely drained. They collapsed beside each other, the only sound their heavy breathing. He ran his hand over the curve of her back, sweat glistened and overheated. This beat an evening of sitting alone watching television. How could he go back to his old life after being given a taste of paradise. Originally he'd doubted seeing Kaya at all because his career was at stake. Now his greatest fear was losing her. **** The following week at school went by without a hitch. Hayden rarely looked in her direction, when he did so frequently before they

started dating. He called her at night and they often talk for hours. She'd spent another night at his condo. They'd ordered pizza and watched movies on the carpet in the livingroom, and then made love in the same place. By the time Friday came around, she was desperate for Hayden again. Kaya couldn't stand seeing him all day in class, but not being able to kiss, touch, talk. She met Cynthia in the hall at lunch. "Why are you so distracted today?" "I miss him," she said. "How can you miss him? You see him every day and you slept over his place a few nights ago." "It's not enough." She walked along the hallways absently, wishing she could make their relationship more concrete. "I want it all. I've never been more serious about anyone." "What about lover boy Eric? Remember how you mourned for him not too long ago?" "That was different. I didn't love him. He just hurt me by dumping me and bashing my feelings. Hayden's the one. He's a real man, so deep and layered." "Remember the rules, Kaya? No creepy Taylor talk when we're together. It's gross." She knew Hayden had his lunch hour now. As much as she'd love to sneak away to his office, she wouldn't desert Cynthia. She'd just have to be patient until she got her teacher alone to herself again. "Ms. Waters." Kaya and Cynthia turned at the same time. Hayden was jogging up the hall towards them. "Mr. Taylor?" "I need to see you in my office about your assignment." "Is that what they're calling it now," said Cynthia, rolling her eyes. "Go ahead, Kaya. I'll see you after school." "Thanks." She followed Mr. Taylor around the corner at the end of the hall. He unlocked his office door and she followed him in. All her lusty feelings came back once they entered. She hadn't been in his office since they shared their first kiss. He turned around, his eyes intense. "This is a really bad idea, but I couldn't stay away from you." Hayden hooked an arm around the

small of her back and pulled her against his body. "It's been killing me to see you so close but have to pretend you're just a regular student." She stroked along his smooth-shaved jawline. "What am I, Mr. Taylor?" "Everything to me." He kissed her. She'd craved that kiss since they were last together. Her feelings for him only continued to grow, never faltering. "When can we be together?" she whispered as he kissed down her neck. "Soon. You only have one more semester until you graduate. Then nothing can keep us apart." His hand cupped her rear, pulling her against his erection. She wanted him so bad and couldn't wait until there was nothing standing between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I want to wake up beside you." She reached up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. He reciprocated until she was so lost in his taste that she didn't hear the door open, just a resounding thud as it closed. Hayden pulled back, gripping her shoulders. "You hear that?" "Yes." Who could it have been? Were they running to the main office to report them at this very minute? He turned away from her, massaging behind his neck with one hand. "Shit, this isn't good." "Maybe we didn't close the door tight." "I should have locked it. Dammit." She kept quiet, not wanting to add fuel to the fire. "It must have been a student. Another teacher would have knocked first." By the time she left for her third period, her nerves were coiled tight. They'd bounced ideas off each other, finally hoping a student had accidentally knocked the door with their backpack. She hated seeing her usually carefree Hayden so stressed out. It would be her fault if he got fired because she was the one to push a relationship on him. Kaya had no doubt he would have kept professional indefinitely if she hadn't pursued him. "You look like you've seen a ghost," said Cynthia as they entered the classroom. "It's bad. I can't talk about it now, though."

They had to plan for the worst just in case. Kaya thought is was stupid to punish Hayden. They were both grown adults. As long as they kept professional in the university, their private lives should be their own business. But that wasn't going to happen. She'd leave the school before Hayden got fired, but they would probably want to make an example out of him anyway. Her mind was a mess. "Taylor do something?" Cynthia whispered. "Nothing like that." She couldn't ever remember what was discussed during class, her mind elsewhere. It all passed by in a haze until she noticed all the students moving around her desk like a rock in a stream. Cynthia had already left for her last class, leaving Kaya alone. She moved like a zombie through the halls. One moment she had it all, feeling on top of the world. Now she could lose everything in a heartbeat. "Hey, Kaya!" Mike bound up behind her, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. "Almost lost your bag. You okay?" She shrugged, in no mood for his games. Her future was at stake, and Mr. Taylor's job and reputation could be destroyed "I was thinking. You've had more time to settle in around here. How about that date now?" He stretched out an arm against a locker to bar her path. Kaya couldn't even contemplate a date with Mike. Not when her heart belonged to Hayden. "Mike, we're talked about this..." He leaned close to her ear. "So, does Mr. Taylor get special treatment? You selling yourself off for good marks?" "What are you talking about?" She wouldn't look him in the eye. Did he catch them or were they that obvious? She didn't think she stared at her teacher any more now than she always had. "Either you were trying to buy brownie points or Taylor needed mouth to mouth resuscitation standing up." She pushed his arm away and stormed off down the hall, Mike in tow. "Look, stop being an ass, okay." "So what's going on?" "Nothing!" He grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop. The other students heading to their classes didn't even give them a second glance.

"Then you won't have a problem if I report him for sexually harassing a female student?" Her chest clenched tight around her lungs, making it difficult to breathe. "You know that's not what happened!" "I don't think the school board will see it that way." "What the fuck do you want, Mike?" He held up his arms in mock surrender. "I knew you had a feisty side. All I want is that date I never got." "And you'll keep your mouth shut?" "Scouts honor." "One date. No strings attached?" "Not a one." There was nothing she could do to guarantee he'd keep his word, so she had no choice but to go along with his ultimatum. She gave him her number and weaved her way into the crowd to escape him. Kaya didn't want Hayden to get in trouble. Maybe it would be best to stay away from him, pretend he didn't exist. Wishful thinking. On the way out of the school after her last class, Kaya saw Mr. Taylor in the hallway outside of philosophy. She yearned to go to him, to find comfort in his arms, to allow him to make everything better. But in this case, he had no power. She had to make things right. Kaya ignored his pleading eyes and pushed open the double doors to the parking lot with exaggerated force. "Didn't you see Taylor?" asked Cynthia, trying to keep up. "Yeah." "And...you're not getting all googly-eyed or running to his office." She got in the passenger side of the car when they reached it. Once Cynthia was beside her in the quiet interior, she turned to face her. "Can we just go home?" "No. First you want to talk about something important in private, and now you're fine and don't even give Taylor a second glance. What's going on with you?" "Look, I thought about it, okay. I'm going on a date with Mike. He's closer to my age. It's a better match." Cynthia laughed. "You're cute, Kaya. Try it with someone who doesn't know you as well as I do."

It was foolish of her to think she could hide anything from her best friend. Why not tell her the truth? She trusted Cynthia with her secrets, but knew she wouldn't be able to keep quiet about Mike. She'd end up doing or saying something out of anger, and he'd likely run to the office and report Mr. Taylor. But she knew her friend wouldn't stop pestering until Kaya told the truth. "This is serious, Cyn." "I can be serious." Her friend frowned and rested a hand on Kaya's leg. "Tell me."

Chapter Twelve Hayden wasn't sure why Kaya ignored him earlier in the day. Maybe she didn't notice him. But he was sure they'd locked eyes for a moment. Even at his age he was becoming obsessed. She worked at the donut shop tonight, so he planned on calling her in the evening. He couldn't wait for her to stop working at that dive. The long hours were hard on her. He'd love to see her focus on her studies, things she loved. Once she was in teacher's college he'd take care of her. Nothing could keep them apart once she wasn't a student in his university. He stayed in his office until the early hours of the evening. Returning to an empty condo with Kaya's scent still lingering on his sheets would be torture. Hayden marked two classes worth of papers until his eyes were sore. Then he packed it up, stretched out his back, and locked up his office for the night. It was the weekend, so he hoped to spend some of it with Kaya. He'd emotionally invested in the sweet, little blonde. Now it was time to truly get to know her, share who he was and where he hoped to be in the future. As he drove through the streets, he decided to hit the gym. That's when he saw her. How could he miss those pale, blonde curls and angelic face? She was sitting near the window of a local diner. This other student, Mike, was sitting with her. They were close, talking. Hayden's heart broke, not that it had been whole to start with. But he'd invested himself in Kaya, certain she was the one he'd been waiting for. He slowed to a crawl, the car behind him honking, but he ignored it. How could she betray him? His heart was heavy, a deep seated loneliness setting in. What a fool he'd been for thinking a young sweetheart like Kaya would be interested in a forty-two year old divorcee. He was living in a dream world, now shattered by cruel reality. **** On Monday morning, Kaya both dreaded and anticipated seeing Mr. Taylor. It had been torture not calling him over the weekend, not telling him the truth about Mike. She craved his comfort, his wise words. But keeping him safe was the most important thing to her. If he lost his job because of her, he'd resent her forever. She was in a horrible bind with little options.

The fact he hadn't called her made her wonder if he thought it best for them to be apart. Maybe the office scare was enough for him to pull away from her completely. As she walked to philosophy class, she contemplated skipping, but had to face her fears. Mike and Mr. Taylor would be there. Although she'd made it clear to Mike that she had no romantic interest in him, he seemed satisfied that she couldn't have her happily ever after with Hayden. At any time he could decide to rat them out, so she'd be on egg shells all semester, terrified to even look in the teacher's direction. Why hadn't they locked the door? Mr. Taylor was already sitting at his desk below, looking down at his work. She wished she could be invisible as she walked down the long flight of stairs to her third row seat. When she thought she was home free, he glanced up meeting her eye for eye. He cleared his throat and returned to his work. Class was like pulling teeth. The tension was incredibly thick. She wasn't sure how she'd feel upon seeing Hayden again, but all her feelings came back even stronger. How could she stay away, pretend not to be interested? By the time class ended she was close to tears, wanting something that was just out of reach. When the clock struck the hour she bolted up the stairs. She needed to be alone, hit the bathroom or a lonely hallway. All her life she'd sought a place where she could belong. Hayden was like a beacon in a stormy sea promising roots, love, a future worth living. But with that love came sacrifice on her part. She cared about him enough to give him up. Kaya practically ran down the hall, her throat clogged with emotion. "Kaya!" When she looked over her shoulder, it was Hayden in pursuit. What was he doing? After her sacrifice he was going to make a public display? She snuck around the corner and away from the crowds of students changing classes. He grabbed her arm before she could get into the stairwell. He wasn't gentle, his fingers biting into her upper arm as he jerked her back and forced her to the wall. "What game are you playing, Kaya?" She dared to look into his ocean blue eyes. "I'm not. It's complicated."

"Then talk to me, sweetheart. You're killing me. Do you want this to be over?" A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. He kissed it away, then moved to her lips. She hadn't realized just how much she missed the intimacy between them. They kissed with passion, no regard for the students that could come around the corner any minute. "I promised never to make you cry." "I love you," she whispered against his lips. "Then why, baby? Why are you avoiding me? Is it Mike? Do you love him, too?" She frowned, wondering what on earth he was talking about. "Mike?" "I saw the two of you together, Kaya. It's okay. I just want to know if what we had was real." She laid her head on his chest, needing to hear the calming beat of his heart. "I only want you, Hayden." Cynthia's voice broke their private bubble of space. "I heard from Samantha about the scene you two made in the hallway. Seriously! Don't you have another semester to keep discreet?" Kaya peered over at her friend. "For what? It's only a matter of time until Mike opens his mouth. If he sees me with Hayden, he'll blow the horn." "Mike knows?" asked Hayden. "You haven't even told him?" Cynthia dragged her hands through her hair. "I told you to tell him, Kaya. And I also told you I'd deal with that asshole, didn't I?" "What's going on, Kaya?" asked Hayden. She didn't want to involve him in the whole blackmail dilemma, especially when Mike wanted her and Hayden apart. She was thinking about Mr. Taylor's career, not her happiness. "It was Mike who caught us kissing in the office. He said if I went on one date with him and stayed away from you, he'd keep his mouth shut." She took a breath after speaking. "That little weasel." She could see his jaw clamping down hard. "If you hadn't been avoiding me, I would have told you not to worry," said Cynthia. "I did a little digging of my own and it so happens that Mike has been cheating on some of his tests. He hacking

into the English department computer and got some of the answer sheets. And you know me...always thinking ahead." "So you blackmailed the blackmailer?" asked Hayden. Cynthia laughed. "Just stay on the down low for another few months. I don't think I'll have the same luck trying to appease the university if they find out about the two of you." "You're the best." Kaya hugged her friend hard, her entire world clearing of the dark gloom which had settled over it. Now she could see the light, and all the misunderstandings for what they were. "I think I'll leave the two of you alone today, but I'll catch you for lunch tomorrow, Kaya." Her friend hooked her bag higher on her shoulder and wandered off around the corner. **** Everything became clear for Hayden. His little angel wasn't running around on him or avoiding him. She only loved him enough to try and save him. Little did she know he'd give up everything in a heartbeat just to keep her. He ushered her into the privacy of his office. This time he was sure to lock the door. "I've missed you," she said, tugging at her shirt. Her lips were parted, still swollen from crying. All he could think about in the whirlwind of relief and happiness was fucking her on his desk. "You've been on my mind all weekend. Please never do that to me again. If you have a problem, I want you to come to me first. We're a team now. Just you and me." She slipped her hand up his shirt, squeezing his muscles as her hand travelled higher. "I know we can't be meeting like this too often. It'll get suspicious. But could we...you know. Just this once?" "You want to be fucked by your teacher, right here in his office, don't you?" "Yes, Mr. Taylor." He chuckled. "The punishment for you lying will have to wait until tonight. What I have planned for you will draw attention—your screams and the sound of me spanking your bare ass. But if you can keep quiet, I'll take care of your sweet little pussy before your next class starts." "Whatever you want, sir." She kicked off her pant and sat on the edge of his desk, her legs parted. No panties. Hayden smiled, moving into position.

"There are so many things we haven't tried yet. A treasure trove of possibilities." "Well, I've always been a good student. I'm sure you'll teach me everything you know before long." He unbuckled his pants and wasted no time in impaling her with his ready cock. She was so slick, he slid home with no resistance. Today was about quenching the pent up lust between them. They were on a time limit, playing out a naughty fantasy. He thrust in and out of her in hard, quick strokes. The desk rocked slightly, his pen holder falling over and small items rolling to the ground. Her legs were wrapped around him, spurring him on. Hayden pulled her shirt up with one hand and leaned over to suckle her perky breast. Kaya was his student now, but his woman forever. Hayden realized that love really was blind. Age, race, social status—none of that mattered when love came calling. He finished hard and fast. Kaya stifled her cries by biting into the thick muscle at the corner of his shoulder. They'd claimed each other once again. "So you like to bite?" he said breathlessly. "Maybe just a little." "I think we'll get along just fine," he teased. Hayden kissed the tip of her nose. He'd found his heart in the most unlikely of places. Today was just the first day of forever. The End

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