Temptation (The Hunted Series Book 1)

by Ivy Smoak

  "Wait, Tyler knows that James is Professor Hunter? He doesn't just think you're dating someone?"

  "No, he knows."

  "You have to text him. Like now. He's probably bad mouthing you to the whole frat."

  "I don't think he'd do that."

  "Text him, Penny."

  I grabbed my phone off my desk and quickly typed out a message to Tyler. "Tyler, I'm really sorry about everything. If you could please not tell anyone about Professor Hunter though, I'd really appreciate it. I'm hoping that we can still be friends." I pressed send. Tyler thought I was no longer with Professor Hunter. If he knew I was with Professor Hunter again, he definitely wouldn't ever speak to me again. I put my phone back down on the desk. I just wanted to be happy about Professor Hunter asking me to be his girlfriend. Dealing with everything else made it hard for me to be excited, though.

  Chapter 48

  Wednesday

  I sat down in my usual seat and took a deep breath. After my meltdown during my speech I knew people would be making fun of me. I was blushing already and no one else was here yet. It had taken every ounce of my willpower to come to class today. The deadline for dropping the class had passed. Besides, now I wanted to stare at Professor Hunter again.

  As my classmates started to stroll in, I kept my eyes on my desk. There were a few snickers, but no one actually said anything to me. The chair next to me squeaked against the linoleum. I looked over as Tyler sat down.

  "Hi," I said, trying to muster as much cheer to my voice as possible.

  "Hey, Penny," he said without looking at me.

  "Tyler?"

  "Penny, I really don't feel like talking right now."

  "Okay," I said softly and looked back down at my desk. "But I am sorry."

  "You're sorry?" Tyler scoffed. "Right, I'm sure that you're real sorry that you're fucking our professor."

  "Tyler!" I hissed.

  "I can't do this." Tyler stood up and moved to the empty seat in front of him. I bit my lip. I had never wanted to hurt him. Our friendship meant so much to me, but he had never wanted to be my friend. There was nothing I could do to fix it.

  When Professor Hunter walked into the room, Tyler's back stiffened. I closed my eyes. It was too painful to see Tyler this way. I so badly wanted for him to be happy.

  "So, the first day of speeches was interesting," Professor Hunter said.

  Several students laughed. Professor Hunter gave me a reassuring smile.

  "I'm hoping that today will be a little more toned down. But I guess we shall see. First up, Heather Matthews."

  Professor Hunter made his way to the back of the room. Tyler looked in the opposite direction as he walked by. Professor Hunter gave me a smile as he sat down in the seat next to me that was usually occupied by Tyler. I put my left elbow on my desk and rested my chin in my hand. I didn't care what anyone had to say during their speeches, all I wanted to do was stare at Professor Hunter.

  He pulled out a stack of papers and began writing as Heather started talking. Professor Hunter folded the sheet of paper he was writing on and slid it onto my desk. He turned his attention back to the speech.

  I slowly unfolded it and looked down at the message:

  I wish we were alone right now.

  I grabbed a pen out of my backpack and quickly wrote a response:

  And what would you be doing to me if we were alone?

  I slid the paper back onto his desk. I tapped my foot and bit the end of my pen, anxiously waiting for his response. When the person speaking finished, he quickly scribbled me a note and placed it on my desk.

  Come to my office during lunch and find out. And stop biting your pen. That's not what belongs in your mouth.

  I lowered my pen. I looked over at him and he flashed his panty dropping smile at me. Everything below my waistline clenched. I gulped and quickly turned away. There was no way that this afternoon could come soon enough. My heart beat was already accelerating in anticipation. I folded the paper and slipped it into my pocket. The thought of the naughty words so close to my skin made me even more excited.

  When class finally ended I was surprised to see that Tyler didn't move. He waited patiently as the class emptied out. Then he rose from his seat and turned around.

  "Mr. Stevens," Professor Hunter said.

  "What you're doing is wrong," Tyler said. There was venom in his voice. I had never expected him to confront Professor Hunter. I gulped.

  "Not everything is so black and white," Professor Hunter said calmly.

  "In this case, it is."

  "I beg to differ."

  It looked like Tyler wanted to say something else, but instead he just glared at Professor Hunter. "This isn't going to end well," Tyler finally said.

  "Are you threatening me?"

  Tyler laughed. "No, I would never threaten my professor. I'm fully aware of where the line is, unlike some of us." Tyler shook his head, walked passed us, and exited through the back door.

  Professor Hunter was silent for a moment. "Penny, is that something I should be worried about?"

  "I don't know. I asked him not to tell anyone."

  "Then there's no use dwelling on it." He leaned in and gave me a swift kiss on the lips.

  "Do you still want me to come to your office for lunch?"

  "Of course." He held out his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me up.

  "Is 12:30 okay?"

  "Sounds good. I'll pick us up something." He looked over his shoulder to make sure the room was still empty and then kissed me again. But this time it was hard, fierce, and possessive. When he drew back I felt slightly dizzy. He kissed my hand. "Until later."

  Chapter 49

  Wednesday

  My Stat professor droned on in what he thought was English. But I didn't understand a word of it. I had missed class on Monday and I was more confused than ever. By the time class ended, I had several pages of notes that made zero sense. I sighed and put them into my backpack. I was probably going to need to hire a tutor.

  I pulled my backpack over my shoulder and headed out of class. The sunlight hitting my face made me smile. Right now wasn't the time to think about school. I had a lunch date with Professor Hunter.

  I made my way across campus and toward the business and economics building. Professor Hunter had never invited me to his office before. I had always just showed up. The last time I had been there was the first time we had had sex. Just thinking about it made me excited. He had completely possessed me.

  I opened the door to Lerner and made my way upstairs. Professor Hunter's office was on the third floor. My heart was racing when I reached his door. I knocked and stepped back. When he opened the door he looked both ways, grabbed my arm, and pulled me inside his office. As soon as he closed the door, he pressed my back against it.

  "Penny."

  "Professor Hunter."

  He leaned forward and touched his nose against mine. "I thought you were going to start calling me James?"

  "It's hard to break a habit. And besides, we are in your office."

  He smiled and pulled away. "We should probably eat." He released me and my back slid down the door.

  "Oh." I was breathless. I wasn't thinking about food. Professor Hunter walked over and sat down behind his desk. There were two wrapped sandwiches and bottles of something on his desk.

  "I picked up sandwiches from Capriotti's. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I just got two of my favorite."

  "And what is your favorite?"

  "Turkey, lettuce, provolone cheese, and mayo." He looked at me hopefully.

  "That sounds delicious." I sat down across from him, grabbed one of the sandwiches, and unwrapped the paper. "It's actually exactly what I would have ordered." I took a bite. "So good."

  He laughed. "We have more in common than I thought."

  "Apparently so." I slowly chewed my sandwich. There was a question gnawing at me. "Can I ask you something?"

  "Of course." There was a small line across his forehead. H
e was still uncomfortable talking to me about personal things.

  I wanted to ask him how much longer his divorce was going to take, but I didn't want to upset him. Instead I tried to keep things up-tempo and said, "I failed my speech, didn't I?"

  "You'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out just like everyone else. No favoritism, remember?"

  "I thought you were joking. So I really don't get special treatment?"

  Professor Hunter shook his head.

  "None at all? I really think there should be certain perks to dating a professor."

  "Well, that depends on what you have in mind. I think maybe there could be. I'm sure you could persuade me if you really wanted to."

  I put my half eaten sandwich down on the paper. "This is good. But I'm actually hungry for something else."

  Professor Hunter lowered his eyebrows slightly. He knew exactly what I was referring to, and I could tell he wanted it. I stood up and walked around his desk, trailing my finger along the wood.

  "I've had dreams about what you did to me on this desk." I leaned against it and gripped the edge in my hands.

  His Adam's apple rose and fell. "It would be better to relive it." He lightly brushed the inside of my thigh with his fingertips.

  I gulped. "That's not exactly what I had in mind." I lifted my foot and pushed it against his chair until his chair had rolled back from his desk. I knelt down in front of him and pushed his knees apart. This is going to be fun. I ran my hands up his thighs and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. He was looking down at me under his thick eyebrows. I wanted to make him moan. He was letting me take control and it was invigorating.

  "You're going to want to scream. But don't make a sound." I repeated the words back to him that had made me want him so badly.

  "Penny." His voice sounded strained.

  I unzipped his pants and he lifted his hips ever so slightly. He wanted my mouth around him, claiming every inch of him. I opened the flap on his boxes and pulled out his rock hard cock. I locked eyes with him as I brought my lips to his tip. I slowly took him in my mouth and tightened my lips around him.

  Professor Hunter moaned softly.

  I swirled my tongue around his shaft as I sucked him all the way down. The way he was staring down at me under his thick eyebrows made me ache between my legs. He gripped my hair in his fist and shoved his cock deeper, hitting the back of my throat. Now I was the one moaning, and the vibrations of my mouth seemed to make him even harder.

  A knock sounded on the door.

  "Shit," Professor Hunter said under his breath. He quickly zipped up his pants. Without thinking, I climbed underneath his desk. "No, Penny, don't..."

  "Hello, James." The office door squeaked as someone walked in. He had a deep, husky voice that I didn't recognize.

  Professor Hunter cleared his throat. "Ben, I was just in the middle of lunch." I heard the shuffle of paper on Professor Hunter's desk. He was probably pulling my sandwich toward him. If Ben had any sense, he'd know there was someone here. Two sandwiches and two drinks meant two people. I bit my lip.

  "Well don't let me bother you." I heard the click of the man's shoes as he walked over to Professor Hunter's desk and sat down in the chair I had been sitting in. "Hungry today, James?"

  Professor Hunter laughed.

  Then I got an idea. It was fun and dangerous and exactly what I wanted to do. I ran my hand up his thigh and grabbed his zipper in my fingertips. I didn't care that someone was here. He didn't seem to think anything was amiss, and I didn't want to wait to have Professor Hunter's cock back in my mouth.

  "No," Professor Hunter said firmly. He held my hand away from him. But I didn't listen. With my left hand I slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He was still hard; he wanted me. I put my mouth around him again and took him as deep as I could.

  "Really? Two sandwiches is normal for you?"

  "No," he groaned. "I mean, yes." I heard him take a bite of his sandwich and moan lightly. "Yes, I'm quite hungry today."

  "What kind of sandwich is it?"

  "Turkey, from Capriotti's." Professor Hunter shifted forward in his chair slightly, pushing me down deeper.

  "It looks good."

  The possibility of getting caught made me crave him even more. His taste, his touch, his cock deep inside my aching pussy. Oh God. I slid my lips up and down Professor Hunter's shaft, licking and sucking every inch of him.

  "It's fucking fantastic." Professor Hunter's voice sounded tight. I wanted him to unwind and find his release in my mouth.

  "I'll have to try one," Ben said.

  "Yes!" Professor Hunter cleared his throat. "You have to. They're irresistible."

  Ben was quiet for a second. "I will then. I've heard lots of good things about Capriotti's. But I don't want to disturb your lunch, James. I just had a quick favor to ask."

  I wanted Professor Hunter to explode in my mouth. I went up and down, faster and faster.

  "Oh," Professor Hunter said. I almost giggled. He had meant to say it as a question, but it came out as more of an exclamation. "What's the favor?" he asked a little more calmly. I could tell he was close.

  "It's for my class. I was just wondering if you could come and talk to them about some of the catalysts that made your company explode. So they can see how marketing makes all the difference."

  I took Professor Hunter's cock all the way to the back of my throat and felt him pulse between my lips.

  Professor Hunter slammed his hand against his desk. With his other hand, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed his thick cock even deeper into my throat. "Fuck," he groaned.

  A second later, his hot cum filled my mouth. I drank him down greedily.

  "Are you okay, James?"

  "Yes. I'm just excited to talk to your class." Professor Hunter sounded like he was out of breath. "I'll do it. Just email me the details."

  "Thank you, I really appreciate it." Ben's chair squeaked as he stood up. "I think I might go get one of those sandwiches right now."

  "I can't recommend it enough." Professor Hunter sighed.

  "Have a good afternoon, James."

  "You too, Ben."

  I heard Ben's feet shuffle across the floor and then the door close behind him. Professor Hunter stood up, put his hand out for me, and pulled me to my feet.

  "Your mouth is a miracle, Penny. But I will get you back for that," he growled.

  "And when will that be?"

  "When you least expect it." He leaned in and kissed me, pressing my ass against the edge of the desk. "I forgot how much doing naughty things in public gets you off. You're probably dripping wet, wanting me more than you ever have before."

  I already wanted him, but his naughty words sent a shiver down my spine. I didn't just want him, I needed him and only him, deep inside of me, making me scream.

  "I am. I want you so badly."

  A smile curled on Professor Hunter's lips. He pulled my leggings down and pushed my thong to the side. "Just like I thought." His finger pressed against me, teasing me. "You're so wet for me, Penny." He brushed the tip of his nose against mine.

  My heart was racing. I tilted my head back and he answered my call, ravaging me with a kiss that made my head spin. He bit my lip and plunged a finger inside of me.

  I gasped.

  He slid his finger in and out of me in a torturous rhythm. "I didn't realize that my cock in your mouth turned you on so much."

  "Everything about you turns me on."

  He slid another finger inside of me.

  I moaned softly. He began to pulse his fingers faster, deeper. I could feel myself clenching around him, climbing higher and higher, like only he could do to me. He pressed his thumb against my clit. I gripped the edge of his desk. He curved his finger slightly, hitting that spot that I never knew existed before meeting him.

  "Yes!" I screamed and shattered around his fingers. My release washed over me as he pulled his fingers out and slid them into his mouth. I gulped, watching him. Everything he d
id was so sexy. I wasn't done with him yet. I moved my eyes down his torso to his pants. His erection was bulging against the zipper, eager to come out.

  "I only have a few minutes before my next class," Professor Hunter said.

  "Then you better fuck me fast."

  He raised his left eyebrow. "Penny, I know I can make you come in sixty seconds." There was a challenging look in his eyes. "Turn around and place your hands on the desk."

  I quickly followed his instructions. I had never wanted something so badly in my life.

  He hooked his thumbs around my waistband and slid his hands down my ass and thighs, pushing my panties and leggings to my knees. He pushed me forward so that my torso was on top of his desk and my ass was jutting in the air, waiting for him.

  He ran his fingers down my spine. "This is going to be fast and rough, just the way you like it." I heard the zipper on his pants. The waiting was killing me. I needed him to fill me. As if answering my silent pleading, he slapped my ass hard and thrust his huge cock inside of me. The sting of his hand and his cock spreading me wide made me gasp.

  He slid his length in and out of me slowly, making the pain turn into immeasurable pleasure within seconds. I gripped the other side of his desk and pushed back into him, wanting more.

  He slammed into me and began pumping relentlessly, fucking me harder than he ever had before. My hip bones dug into the side of his desk, but all I could feel was him inside of me. His cock made me forget about everything.

  He leaned forward and brushed my cheek with his knuckles as he gyrated his hips. "You only have thirty seconds left, Penny. If you don't come, then you'll just have to wait."

  "I'm so close," I moaned. He couldn't leave me like this, aching and wanting. He pulled my hair, making me arch my back. He gripped my hair tight and used it as leverage as he thrust faster. The sensation made me clench around him.

  "That's right," he growled. "Come for me, Penny."

  And as if he had given me a simple instruction, I found my release. My toes curled as he continued to thrust in and out of me, riding my high. He gripped both sides of my waist and a moment later I felt his hot liquid fill me.