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  After Class & All You Can Eat

  Megan Hart

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  Copyright 2010 Megan Hart

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  After Class

  "Ms. Damron, can I ask you to stay after class for a few minutes? I'd like to discuss your essay."

  Karrie stopped in the doorway, her back stiff. She'd been anticipating those words. In fact, she'd deliberately made certain she was the last person to leave the room for just that reason. She turned to face Professor Allen with her face a carefully expressionless mask, but she couldn't keep her voice from sounding as sharp as nails from a gun. "Of course, Professor. What would you like to discuss?"

  The professor looked at her over the tops of his half-spectacles and glanced toward the door in a silent request to close it. Karrie took a deep breath and shut the heavy wooden door and, for good measure, slid the bolt shut to lock it. She'd been waiting for this, but now that it was here, nervousness vibrated in her stomach. She'd written her final essay on the subject of "The Role of Female Sexuality in Traditional Fairy Tale Literature." Professor Allen, a well-known misogynist, was probably going to flunk her.

  "Please, Ms. Damron, have a seat." Professor Allen's languid British accent brooked no argument as he indicated the chair across from him, but Karrie shook her head.

  "No, thanks. I think I'll stand."

  He took off his glasses and set them down on the wide wooden desk. Standing this close to him, it was impossible to ignore the color of his eyes, a muted, unusual greenish-gray. She could also smell his cologne, something spicy and masculine and just as impossible to ignore. She returned his stare boldly, measuring him as he'd so many times measured her.

  He broke the silence before she did. "This will only take as long as you want it to."

  His voice was like honey. She fought the shiver threatening to ripple up her spine and peak her nipples against the thin fabric of her sweater. She lost the fight, but that defeat was something she'd grown used to over the past nine months of sitting in Professor Allen's classroom.

  "I'd like to discuss your premise regarding symbolism and feminine power."

  "I'm sure you would." The words blurted out of her and earned another raised brow, this time accompanied by one of the smirks she told herself she hated.

  "You seem very sure of many things, Ms. Damron."

  He sat back in his chair, right ankle propped on the opposite knee, hands steepled under his chin. His eyes never left hers, but she felt the weight of his gaze on every portion of her, from her now-straining nipples to the juncture of her thighs. She kept her head up, knees locked, even though her legs felt like collapsing beneath her. Right onto her knees, which was frankly where she'd like to be in front of him. She cursed her weakness. She was no Cinderella, no Sleeping Beauty to throw herself at the feet of the first strong man who crooked his finger at her.

  "Tell me something. Did you write that paper because you believe in it, or did you write it because you wanted to piss me off?"

  That rough language, spoken in that honeyed voice, made her clit throb in a sudden, embarrassing spasm. Karrie locked her knees tighter together, praying the flush she felt creeping up her throat stopped before it hit her cheeks. She licked her lips before answering, and his gaze went to her mouth with the swiftness of a snake striking at a mouse.

  "I believe it," she said, her voice stronger than she'd have believed she could make it. She looked at his face, easier to focus on now that his attention was riveted to her lips, but when he looked up again she was caught. "But also because I knew it would make you angry."

  "Really?" Allen slid his own tongue along his lips, mimicking on purpose the gesture she'd unconsciously made. It left his mouth glistening. He did it again, more slowly and deliberately this time, like he was tasting something.

  Me, she thought, her mind a daze of arousal. He looks like he's thinking about tasting me.

  All at once she knew how Little Red Riding Hood had felt, looking at the Big Bad Wolf. The well-known tale had mentioned the teeth, but what about the wolf's tongue? All the better to lick you with, she thought, and lost again to the shudder radiating from her pussy.

  Allen gave a throaty chuckle that snapped her out of her erotic haze. "How amusing."

  "It wasn't meant to be amusing."

  "I know. It's good to be passionate about something."

  He still sounded amused, damn him.

  The man was a monster. Chauvinistic, arrogant, self-absorbed...delicious, Karrie finished in her head. Delicious and dangerous. She squared her shoulders.

  "I don't appreciate you mocking me." There. She'd said it, what she'd been longing to say for so long.

  "Is that what you think I'm doing?"

  "You know it is."

  He was on his feet so fast she gasped and took a step back, but the second desk behind her blocked her from getting away. She'd known he was a tall man, and an imposing one, but until just now, she hadn't realized how big he was. He loomed over her. Made her feel small, petite...defenseless.

  His smooth, liquid voice oozed over her like molasses dripped from a spoon. "I prefer to think of it as challenging you."

  He'd loosened his tie, she noticed. And unbuttoned his shirt. She caught a glimpse of his chest. Bare skin, a few curling dark hairs. The scent of him filled her and took her breath away. She looked up and was caught again in his eyes. Mesmerized.

  "You are possibly the brightest student I've ever taught," he said. "And certainly one of the most creative. Most of my graduate students would never think of using children's fairy tales as an allegory for women's rights."

  "Don't you want to qualify that as one of the brightest female students?" she challenged.

  Professor Allen shook his head slowly, almost imperceptibly. "No, Ms. Damron, I don't. You see, you don't know me as well as you think you do."

  "This from the man who, on the first day of class, told me I'd have to work twice as hard for the same return as the male students, simply because of my gender?"

  He tilted his head a fraction, and now she felt his gaze burn along her cheek, down her jaw, to stop again at her mouth. "I said it. But not because I thought less of you than any of those others."

  Karrie's lips parted. His gaze sharpened. "Then why?"

  He hadn't moved, but she felt him all over her, covering her, felt his arms around her and his mouth on hers. She felt the press of his hands on her ass and yes, dear heaven yes, she felt his cock inside her.

  "As the only female student in the class of all men, it would have been far too easy for someone to assume I'd grant you privileges denied your male colleagues. I've seen what rumor and speculation can do to the reputation of a young woman assumed to have garnered a special sort of attention from her professor. If you didn't work harder than the others, their jealousy might have made them believe your success in my class to be the result of impropriety on my part, rather than your efforts."

  "You mean to tell me you were so rotten to me all this time because you didn't want the guys in the class to think I earned my degree on my back?" Anger--real anger--flared in her, and she put her hands on her hips.

  "As long as it was clear you hated me," Allen said, "nobody could claim you were sucking my cock."

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