Rebel in a Suit (Cockiest Suits Book 4)

by Alex Wolf

  Show me, please.

  A twinge of excitement shot through her at the fact he hadn’t moved his hand. It stayed affixed to her the entire walk. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and she had to hide the smile forming on her lips. She carefully avoided eye contact with him as they walked to one of the tables at the front of the room.

  “I took the time to put some notes up for you. If you have questions, don’t hesitate to ask.”

  Kristen smiled, hoping her cheeks weren’t bright pink. She smelled his cologne again when he’d walked up. It was woodsy and smelled like, just—male. Her heart pounded, and she hoped her perfume did the same to him.

  She took a seat near the front of the class with her book open in front of her, but she found it difficult to concentrate.

  “Let me know if you get stuck, and I’ll come over and see what we can do.” Professor Wiseman sat at his desk in the front of the room and continued grading papers.

  She couldn’t help but glance up at him every few minutes. She tried to concentrate on the large multimedia screen where he’d put up handwritten notes, but even his scrawled-out sentences and explanations didn’t make sense.

  Or maybe her subconscious didn’t want them to make sense.

  She managed to keep herself occupied for a bit, but finally, she couldn’t take it any longer.

  “Can you give me a hand with this?”

  He glanced up at her, and his eyebrows rose. “What’s wrong?”

  “Can you just come look?”

  He hesitated.

  Adrenaline shot through her chest and down into her legs when he rose from his seat. As he walked over, all her senses heightened, and she could practically feel each one of his footsteps hit the ground.

  She thought she might faint when he leaned over her to get a look. She closed her eyes and inhaled a huge breath.

  “I don’t understand your notes on my punctuation.” She pointed to various places on the paper.

  He leaned in for a closer look, and she realized he didn’t have his glasses on.

  “Could you explain it?” She looked up at him and saw his eyes dart away from her chest.

  He’d been staring right down her shirt. Her sweater wasn’t super revealing, but from his angle, he would’ve been able to make out some of her cleavage, and possibly her bra.

  His eyes shifted back to the paper.

  It was incredibly difficult for her to read him. He always sent out signals, then he would pull back every time she started to act. He wasn’t exactly teasing or leading her on, but in another way, he was.

  What was with the new shirt? Him dressing up nicely for class? And the comment about not being able to buy a grade with looks?

  She saw that he was clearly doing things to make himself appear more attractive to her, and every time they were in close proximity to one another, the tension was off the charts.

  She wanted nothing more than for him to kiss her so she could show him just how amazing she could be. Of course, the inside of his mouth wasn’t the only place she wanted to put her tongue, and the inside of her mouth wasn’t the only place she wanted his.

  Though Kristen was inexperienced, she wasn’t a virgin, and the football player boyfriend she’d dated in high school had opened her mind to trying different things. She was ready to give it a try with someone else now. Someone much older, who knew even more ways to explore her body.

  But, each time they were near each other, like now, he seemed to pull back, hesitate.

  Was it something she was doing? Or not doing? Was that pushing him away instead of drawing him closer? She knew all men loved tits. There was no way around that, and she knew hers were well-above average.

  She sometimes used them to get what she wanted, and it was always incredibly effective. Men’s brains seemed to turn to shit the second they saw even a hint of her cleavage, and most would do just about anything she asked when she showed them off. Of course, she’d learned how to work this to her advantage.

  But Professor Wiseman was different. She had no doubt in her mind he was having difficulty keeping his eyes off them. She wondered if he was thinking about what he wanted to do with them. Would he want them in his mouth? Wrapped around his cock? Did he want to put his face between them?

  She looked up at him as he answered her question about the assignment, hoping he would stare at them again.

  Her heart sank as he finished his explanation and walked back to his desk. He avoided eye contact the entire time.

  “Thank you, professor.” She tried to keep her tone somewhat neutral but added a little emphasis on the word professor. She didn’t want to overdo it, but fuck, she wanted him to take her, touch her, own her. Or just acknowledge he was attracted to her, so she’d know for sure. She was hurt that he didn’t seem to take the bait. It confused her.

  Perhaps she’d been wrong about the signals from him. Maybe he didn’t care for her and was just being kind. Maybe he’d just bought a new shirt, and he offered to help any student that asked. Maybe class was on shaving day, and that’s why he was so neat and trimmed during class, when she’d seen him with a five o’clock shadow on campus at other times during the week.

  Men were strange, no matter how old they were—and maybe Professor Wiseman was no different.

  He hated to admit it, but he was relieved when his time with Kristen was almost up.

  “Anything else I can help with?”

  “No, thank you.” She almost sounded sad as she gathered her books and once again clutched them to her perfect set of tits She walked over by his desk. “Goodbye, professor.”

  Professor.

  Fuck, the way she added emphasis on the word. He desperately hoped she would leave, but instead, she lingered. He could tell by the way she hovered she wanted to say more, but she didn’t appear to have the courage to do it.

  Hoping to speed her along, Grant steepled his fingers and rested his elbows on the table as he looked at her, waiting for her to spit out whatever it was.

  “I really appreciate you taking the time to help me. I’ve been struggling a lot.” She gave him a nervous nod as she spoke.

  She was clearly finding any reason to stay there a little longer, and her nerves were getting the best of her.

  “Wasn’t a problem. I enjoy having you in class and would hate to see you drop.”

  Her eyes lit up the second he told her he enjoyed having her in class. Why’d he do that? He shouldn’t be sending out signals he knew she might misinterpret. Except for one little fact—he wanted her to interpret them the exact way she had.

  “Are you sure? There are times when I wonder—” She bit her lip.

  His cock rose in his slacks. She needed to stop doing that before he did it for her.

  “Please don’t take this the wrong way. But—”

  More lip biting.

  Fuck, he wanted to groan. His cock stiffened to the point it was painful the way he was sitting.

  “You’re a very good-looking man, and I’m glad I took this class.”

  Jesus.

  She was practically begging for him to bend her over the desk and fuck an orgasm out of her.

  She rocked back and forth nervously on her heels, as if waiting for a response.

  “Thank you for the compliment.” He couldn’t even look up at her. If he did, he might not be able to control himself, and she’d definitely see his cock tenting his pants.

  He made the mistake of glancing up and caught her biting her lip once more. What was her deal? Did she get off on teasing men who shouldn’t touch her? Was that her little game?

  Tease and tease, with little compliments and gestures, like spreading her legs open while wearing a skirt for him to see. He stared at her plump lip, held captive between her teeth. If she went much further, he’d have to punish her. Grab her by the back of her hair and shove his cock between those lips. Ram it so deep tears would form in her eyes as she swallowed him in the back of her throat and tried not to gag. He’d have to bend her over, make
her beg for him to fuck her, and ask permission before she came.

  Pull yourself together.

  “You’re welcome, sir.”

  The little bitch. Goading him on by saying sir that way. It was almost enough to make him leap from the chair and order her to bend over his desk.

  He tried to slow his breathing. He couldn’t give off even a hint of how he felt. It was a bad idea, unprofessional, and ethically wrong.

  “Like I said, no problem.” Somehow, he managed to remain calm and collected. He stared down at the desk, ignoring her clingy sweater and the tights she wore under her skirt.

  She started to walk away and then turned back with a smile. “You really enjoy having me?”

  He hadn’t thought she would be so forward as to compliment him on his looks earlier. He wasn’t prepared for that, especially with the way she would usually duck out of the class as soon as he dismissed them. She would always flirt just enough to get his attention, then leave before she had to deal with any consequences for her actions. He’d told himself it was something she was doing because she was so young and innocent. He hadn’t dreamed she might work up the courage to be so straightforward.

  He could lie to himself about what he might do when he admired her from a distance—but fuck, her standing right in front of him, practically demanding he repeat he enjoyed her in his class. He couldn’t help but be truthful. He had to be strong and set the tone.

  “Of course, Miss Monroe. I enjoy having you as a student.”

  Maybe the last sentence would get her out of the room so he could get his wits back about him. He had to be forceful and clear, didn’t want to stumble over his words. He had to appear confident, and he knew if he was going to get his point across, now was the time to do it.

  But this was one of the toughest things he’d ever done. His stomach twisted when she looked like he’d just crushed her. Like she’d taken it as a rejection. He didn’t want to hurt her. He cared about her feelings more than he’d realized. Sure, he wanted to fuck her, but it seemed more than just sexual attraction. He wanted her happy and doing what she loved. He couldn’t help but think he was making things worse.

  He glanced up at her fingers on her book. They practically trembled against it. “Well, umm—” She took a deep breath. “That’s the thing—”

  Jesus, this girl. Was she really going to push him over the edge?

  “I just, umm, it seems like maybe you think of me as more than just a student. You’ve been doing things differently since I came to class.” Her voice trembled as she spoke. Her eyes were glassy and looked like they might fill with tears.

  She sniffed and smiled, though it was clear she was hiding pain or doing her best to hide it anyway.

  It wasn’t the first time he’d had to let a student down easy, but it was definitely the hardest.

  She looked so innocent, even standing there in her tight outfit with her perfectly toned body.

  But what did she expect? He was her professor. He had to be responsible, and it was the right thing to do. He’d tried to scare her off by being cold and distant. She hadn’t taken the hint.

  No matter how bad he wanted to fuck a smile onto her face, he couldn’t.

  “Listen, I know you’ve been under a lot of stress lately, and I’m doing everything I can to help you. But nothing can happen between us. It’s got nothing to do with you.” He sighed, trying to find the right words to say. The more he talked, the worse he seemed to make it.

  “I’m not in high school. W-we c-could make something work.”

  Jesus. She still wouldn’t let it go. If there was a God, He was definitely trolling the professor. A beautiful young woman practically begging for him, and he had to say no. One he liked, even. Surely, she could understand his point of view.

  He did his best to search for words that wouldn’t hurt her feelings more than he already had. The last thing he wanted to do was see her in pain, and he could tell his words were driving a dagger through her heart.

  He looked down at the ground, and then off at the wall. Anything to relieve him of her intensity. “Not going to happen. It’s not ethical. I’m a teacher, and you’re my student.” His eyes moved back to hers. If he could show her how bad it would be for her, maybe he could get through and make her understand. “You have your entire life ahead of you. It would complicate everything for you. It’s against university policy, and I don’t want to see you get in trouble.” He could see by the look in her eyes she didn’t care if she got into trouble. She was willing to risk everything just to be with him.

  “If that’s how you feel, why do you dress the way you do? Why do you look at me the way you do? I’m not an idiot. I see what you’re doing. You can’t just flirt with me until you get bored, and then move on.” Her jaw tensed as she spoke.

  God, is this woman psychotic?

  But if he was honest with himself, the crazier she sounded, the more he wanted her. He secretly loved how much she craved him, even though he couldn’t act on it. The power that came with that was almost too much to keep him restrained. When her jaw tensed, and the anger filled her tone, his cock stiffened more.

  Compose yourself.

  “It wasn’t my intention to lead you on. I apologize if you took it that way. I try to look nice because I take my job seriously. If I expect my students to take things seriously, I have to set an example.” He knew it was bullshit. He’d dressed up for her. She was spot-on with her assumptions.

  Part of him loved the fact he was heating her up even more. Frustrating her. He didn’t like that about himself, but what else could he say?

  She was about to respond when the door suddenly opened, and one of the other students walked in. Grant recognized the kid from one of his other classes, but he didn’t know his name.

  “Sorry, professor. Am I interrupting?” His eyes roamed from Grant to Kristen.

  “What’s up, Jordan?” She turned to face him.

  Grant didn’t like the look in her eyes when she did it, as if she had some devious plan.

  “We’re busy, if you don’t mind.” Grant’s words came out harsher than intended.

  Kristen stared over at the professor and shook her head. “No, that’s okay. We were just wrapping up. It’s no big deal.”

  Grant’s stare hardened at her, as if to say what the hell are you doing?

  Kristen turned to Jordan. “What’s going on?”

  “Nothing, I just left something in the room earlier. Gonna see if it’s still here.” He ran over to a table and reached down and picked up something off the floor. “Sorry, professor. My lucky pen.” He held it up at them.

  “Lucky pen?” Grant asked.

  “Yeah, I aced all my finals with it last year, so I keep it for test days. Thought it was gone.”

  “Okay then.” Grant nodded to the door.

  Kristen had taken a few steps toward the exit as well while Grant had been talking to Jordan.

  Jordan looked Kristen up and down in her outfit, definitely checking her out. Grant’s hands balled into fists at his sides, and he caught himself glaring at Jordan.

  “You can walk me out, if you don’t mind.” She stared back at Grant when she said it and added a little sway in her hips. She stopped next to Jordan and hooked her arm in his.

  Jordan’s eyes lit up like a horny teenager. “There’s a few people going bar-hopping downtown tonight. Wanna go? Might get a little crazy.”

  Kristen glanced back at Grant, as if challenging him to stop her, and then back to Jordan. “Sounds awesome.”

  Heat rushed into Grant’s face, and he didn’t appreciate the way he was affected by this. He was a professor for fuck’s sake, and she was a college student. He should be encouraging her to go and have fun, yet all he could think about was ramming Jordan’s face through the wall for touching her. When he was finished, he’d tell him to stay the fuck away from what was his.

  The more his mind wandered, the worse it got. She’d practically accepted a date right in front of h
im. And if they were going bar hopping, it meant she’d be drinking, most likely heavy drinking. He knew how the college boys were. They’d get women drunk and do anything in their power to take advantage of them.

  No. He couldn’t let her make a mistake like that. The thought of her fucking some little frat boy like Jordan sent flames rushing through his body. His chest constricted, and every muscle tightened.

  He had to do something, but what? He couldn’t tell her to stop acting like a fucking idiot in front of Jordan. He couldn’t make a scene. “You have a test coming up, Miss Monroe. You’d better get a good score, or college, and the bar hopping, might end early for you.” His face had to be bright red, and he needed a cold shower to cool himself off.

  She looked at him with a wry smile. “Thank you so much, professor. Seriously, you were such a huge help to me today. I’ve got it down now. Think I’ll celebrate with a little fun.” She turned to Jordan. “Want to pick me up?”

  Jordan practically drooled in front of her but tried to do one of those frat boy head nods to play it cool. He stared down at Kristen’s ass while she was turned toward the professor. “Definitely. Text me your room number. I’ll pick you up when you’re ready. We were thinking about heading out around seven.”

  “Here’s my phone. Put your number in it, and I’ll send you a text when I get back to the dorms.”

  She grinned at Grant while Jordan typed his number in the phone.

  Grant glared at her, trying to let her know how displeased he was with nothing but his eyes.

  It was a mistake. He should act like he didn’t care. He knew that was the way to win this little game of hers, but his frustration wouldn’t allow it.

  Jordan handed the phone back.

  “Goodnight, professor.” Kristen didn’t even bother to look back after she turned and followed Jordan through the door.

  Fucking bitch.

  Maybe it was for the best. Maybe once she was gone things would improve. He’d calm down and go back to grading papers. All he could do was worry about her though. His feelings morphed from angry to concerned.

  The worst part was he knew if he really wanted, he could be fucking an orgasm out of her right now, on his bed and pretty much anywhere else he wanted. She would’ve followed him blindly and did whatever he told her to do.