Getting Schooled (Craving #9) Read online

  She checked the time. It was almost seven, and she knew that she wasn’t going to get any more work done tonight. Hell, she hadn’t gotten that much accomplished during the day. What would one night out hurt? She had lost her roommate and friend, gotten into trouble for being late for class, and practically stuck her tongue down her professor’s throat when he showed her even the slightest attention. She sighed, remembering the delicious ways that he touched her, held her, and her favorite—kissed her. Jasmin wanted to run her fingers through his longer hair and mess him up a little. He always looked so put together, polished, and poised. Since meeting him a few weeks ago, every one of her fantasies involved stripping him out of his slacks and dress shirt, just to see what he wore underneath his proper attire. In each of those dreams, he was always a little kinky, a whole lot dirty, and very bossy. Yeah, she liked that combination, or at least she thought she would. Most guys she dated were nice, normal guys whose biggest ambitions were to get in her pants and get them both off as quickly as possible. She was due some dirty, kinky sex with a hot, bossy professor. But would she dare risk everything that she worked so hard for, just to spend one night with Dr. McClure? And after today, would he want anything to do with her?

  The only way to find out was to get her ass out of bed and go down to O’Leary’s. She grunted, finding the floor with her feet. She needed to shower, slip into her sexy, skimpy black dress, and find her favorite professor. It was time to have a little fun, and if her professor wasn’t up to the challenge, she was sure she could convince another grad student to oblige her. One way or the other, she was going to put today behind her.

  Callan

  Sitting in the corner of the pub, he could see everyone who entered the little bar. Every time he saw a woman with long, dark hair, he’d hold his breath until she would turn around to reveal that she wasn’t Jasmin. He didn’t want to admit that he had it bad for his graduate student, but he did. He wanted her with every fiber of his being and had since the first time he met her at a faculty mixer. When he was introduced to her, his heart was in his throat until he was told that she was his advisee. The university had strict rules involving sexual relationships with students that he was responsible for graduating. She would be considered a conflict of interest for him, and one or both would be asked to leave the school if the dean found out. As a new professor, especially one that did not yet have tenure, he needed to be careful. The only reason that he was a department chair was his field of expertise was so sought after. Not many professors had their PhD in Egyptology, leaving him the option of going anywhere he pleased. He was sure that leniency did not extend to having a sexual relationship with his grad student, but that didn’t stop him from texting Jasmin tonight. Not one of his finest moments…honestly, it was one of his weakest, fueled by lust and need for her.

  He had always been so careful, not dating students. It was a good rule to follow, even if the school’s policies were lax on the topic. He knew that dating students got messy once sex was on the table. The students, especially undergrads, didn’t know how to keep their private lives private. He saw it happen to one too many of his colleagues, so he made himself a promise when he took his first position at a university that he would steer clear of relationships with students. He dated a few colleagues but never found any woman he wanted past a few nights together. Often, he dated women who had nothing to do with the university. Those relationships seemed to work out the best, but none ever seemed to stick.

  Callan knew he was playing with fire going after Jasmin Everly, but he couldn’t help himself. He denied his desire for her for weeks now, but he didn’t want to fight anymore. He sent Jasmin that text, and if she saw it and showed up, he was going to take what he wanted.

  The waitress stopped by his table and brought him his second beer; he told her to keep them coming. She winked and smiled when he thanked her and walked away. He looked up from his drink to find Jasmin nervously look around the pub, standing in the entrance, as if she were ready to turn and run back out the door. He could tell the instant that she saw him, her eyes flared, and she looked like she was regretting her decision to show up in the first place. Callen wasn’t exactly honest with her when he texted that there was a group of students at O’Leary’s; it was just him. He knew she might not have come out if she thought she was just meeting him, but he didn’t want to take the chance of her not showing up. He stood, not giving her a chance to leave, and walked across the bar to where she waited.

  “Miss Everly,” he whispered in her ear, close enough to feel her shiver from their contact. She leaned into him, and it took every ounce of his good sense not to wrap his arms around her and pull her into his body.

  “Come over to my table and have a drink with me, please.” He smiled down at her and hoped like hell that she agreed. Her uncertainty played on her face, and he waited her out for an answer. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she nodded. He took her hand in his and led her to his corner table. She slid into the booth, and he slid in behind her. Callan didn’t want to sit across from her, worried that their conversation might be overheard. He motioned for his waitress, who seemed less than happy to see that he had a date, and ordered Jasmin a glass of white wine.

  “Thank you.” Jasmin looked wound tight, and he wanted to help her loosen up, although the things he had in mind to help her do that would not go over well in a public setting.

  “Miss Everly, I—” Jasmin shook her head, placing her hand on his thigh under the table, effectively stopping his ability to speak.

  “Please stop calling me that. My name is Jasmin.” She gifted him with her brilliant smile and saw her relax right before his eyes.

  He nodded, covering her hand with his own, not wanting her to move it from his leg. “All right, and I’d like for you to call me Callan.” Jasmin shyly nodded, flexing her fingers into his flesh through his dress pants.

  “So, Callan, I’m guessing that there is no group of grad students here with you.” She was such a clever girl; that didn’t take long for her to figure out. He looked around the bar, making sure that no one from the university might be watching them. He leaned in to gently kiss her lips, and this time she let him without hesitation.

  “No, I’m sorry that I lied to you. I knew you might not come if I asked you to meet with me. Especially after today, in my office.” He found himself rubbing her knuckles with his fingers, loving how soft her skin felt.

  “I probably wouldn’t have had the nerve to show up. I especially wouldn’t have shown up looking like this.” He couldn’t help himself, he looked her up and down, admiring her little black dress, humming his approval in her ear.

  “I think this might be my new favorite look for you, Jasmin. I’m happy that you haven’t worn this to university. I don’t think that I would be capable of carrying on my lecture.” He ran his hand up her long, bare leg, liking the way her breath hitched the higher he went.

  “Well, I’m happy that you like my dress. I think I wore it just for you. At least, I was thinking about you when I slipped it on.” He laughed, liking the way she was teasing him. He kissed his way up her neck to nibble on her earlobe.

  “What’s changed, Jasmin? Why did you decide to come here tonight and wear this sexy dress just for me?” She turned to face him, gently kissing his lips. She seemed a little less sure of herself, and for a moment, he was worried that she would withdraw back into her nervous shell. He slid his hand up higher, finding the juncture of her legs, feeling her hot core through her sexy little panties. Her eyes flared, and she almost threw her head back against the back of the leather booth.

  “Stay with me, honey. We can’t put on too much of a show. Remember, we’re still in public.” She sat up a little straighter, pouting in his direction.

  “You don’t play fair, Professor.” He laughed and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling gently.

  “No, I don’t, Jasmin. You’d do well to remember that.” He cupped her hot pussy, and she gasped. “Now, answ
er my question—what changed?” He withdrew his hand, waiting for her to answer his question.

  “I decided that I was done with denying myself. I want you. It’s that simple.” He slid his hand back up her legs to rest on her hot core. She tried to grind against his fingers, but he held her still.

  “Patience, baby. I need to pay for our drinks, and then I’d like to take you back to my place.” She nodded. “I need the words, Jasmin,” he barked.

  “Yes, I’d like that,” she whispered. He signaled for their check and quickly paid. He needed to get Jasmin back to his house before he came to his senses. He was about to make either the best or worst decision of his life; he just wasn’t sure which.

  Jasmin

  The little brownstone that Callen pulled up to was exactly the type of house she pictured him living in. It was very masculine, with dark wood trim and decorated with a good number of artifacts from sabbaticals that he had been on. He seemed to be very well traveled, judging by the artwork that adorned his walls. He had black and white photographs framed and hung like trophies.

  “These are gorgeous,” Jasmin gushed, admiring the photos. “Who took them?” She looked over her shoulder to find Callan pouring them both a drink, smiling. She had never seen him smile like that, so carefree. He looked younger, sexier. She took the drink he offered.

  “I did.” She did a double take at his admittance.

  “You’re very talented, Callan. Is there anything that you can’t do?” He pretended to mull over her question, causing her to giggle like a teenage girl.

  “I can’t cook very well. At least nothing more than a grilled cheese.” He pulled her into his arms, taking her drink and setting it on the coffee table.

  She felt breathless and too warm. Every time he touched her, she felt on the verge of swooning. What was it about this man that pushed all her buttons and made her forget she was a strong, capable woman? Dating her professor probably set the women’s rights movement back at least a few years. She knew better, yet here she was, being swept up into the arms of the sexiest professor she’d ever met.

  “Grilled cheese is my favorite sandwich,” she whispered. Apparently being held by him also made her IQ drop a few points. He laughed and pulled her down onto the sofa with him. She was practically sitting on his lap, and she wasn’t in a hurry to move.

  “Jasmin, tell me that you’re still okay with all of this.” He pushed her long hair back from her face to see her better. He wasn’t going to let her hide, and that scared her.

  “I know what I’m doing here, Callan, and I want this.” Jasmin’s words seemed to be all that he needed. He groaned and pulled her in to seal his mouth over hers. She moaned into his mouth, parting her lips and giving him access to her tongue. He sucked and nipped her lips, leaving her breathless when he pulled away.

  “For the record, I think that this is a terrible idea, Jasmin. If we get caught, we could both lose our places at the university.” He looked so serious, she didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or cry. “I want you to be sure that this is what you want to do.” She was about to speak, but he covered her mouth with his hand, stopping her. “Just hear me out, please. If we do this, there is no turning back. I don’t want you as a one-night stand, Jasmin. I want more. Hell, I want everything, and I have since we met. I know that you may think that I’m rushing things, and fuck—maybe I am. I can’t explain why I feel this way, but if it’s too much, tell me now.”

  Jasmin couldn’t believe her ears. Had Callan just told her that he didn’t want a one-night stand with her? She wanted more, but she never dreamed that he would. Hell, she wanted everything he was offering; she would take as little or as much as he’d give. Jasmin was afraid to let herself hope, afraid to let her heart dream, and afraid to walk into something that she might not walk out of in one piece.

  “I want to tell you yes, Callan, but I’m so afraid that you’ll break my heart. How do I know you aren’t just telling me what you think I want to hear?”

  “You don’t,” he said simply. “I can make you every promise and tell you everything that I’m feeling, but you don’t know that I won’t hurt you. Give me a chance, Jasmin. Let me show you how good we can be together, please.”

  Jasmin wanted to believe that he wanted her for more than just a night, because she wanted that too. He was right; she wouldn’t know if he was being honest with her unless she gave him a chance. She knew that they were playing with fire, and that decisions made tonight could ruin them both, but she didn’t care. She wanted Callan, and that wouldn’t change.

  “I trust you, Callan. I want to see where this leads us; I want more than just a night with you too.” He breathed out a sigh of relief, as if he were holding his breath.

  “Thank fuck.” He lifted her from the sofa, and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her back to his bedroom, laying her across his bed. She blinked against the light that he turned on. “I want to see you, honey.” She didn’t want to protest, feeling the same way about him. She fantasized about Callan McClure for weeks on end; she didn’t want to miss a single minute.

  He stood over her, looking down at her sprawled out over his bed. “God, you are so fucking perfect, Jas.” He pulled her little black dress up over her head and hissed out a curse when he realized that she was completely naked under the garment. “No bra or panties? You’re trying to kill me.”

  She shyly nodded, knowing that when she slipped on her dress earlier, thinking about her professor taking it off her, she wanted to surprise him. It seemed like her little plan worked. “I’m glad you like it, Professor.” Her voice sounded breathy, even to her own ears.

  “I love it, honey. I think that you’re going to keep me on my toes.” He kissed his way down her jaw to her breasts, which were now forming hard peaks. He sucked each of her nipples into his warm mouth, licking and nipping his way down to her drenched pussy.

  “I like you laying on my bed, completely naked and wet for me.” He ran two fingers through her slick folds, and she moaned, almost bucking off the bed. “Is this all for me, Jasmin?” He pulled his wet fingers up to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. She thought that was the hottest thing she had ever seen and felt the need to look away.

  “Don’t, baby,” he commanded. “I can see that you want to hide, but don’t.” Her eyes darted back to his heated stare, and he gifted her with his sexy smile. “Good girl.” He dipped his head down between her legs, spreading her further. Callan licked her pussy, sucking her throbbing clit into his mouth. She shouted his name, needing more from him, she was so close.

  “Callan, please,” she begged. He chuckled and added two fingers, stretching her open, adding the delicious friction that she craved. He ate her pussy like a starving man, stroking her until she came on his mouth. He pulled away from her sated body, and she immediately felt his loss.

  “It’s okay, baby.” She watched him as he stripped out of his clothes and palmed his throbbing cock. She licked her lips, wanting to taste the precum that beaded the head of his shaft. “I like the way you think, honey. We’ll have to save that for later. Right now, I need to be inside of you when I come. I’ve waited too long for this, for you.” She nodded, pulling him down on top of her.

  Jasmin loved the feel of his body pressing her into the mattress. She wrapped her legs around him, encouraging him to take her. “Now, please, Callan.” He took her mouth in a hot, passionate kiss and thrust completely into her, groaning and going completely still.

  “Fuck, honey. You feel so good, I need a minute.” She squirmed underneath him, needing him to move. He slowly pulled out and slammed back into her greedy pussy. “God, you are so tight, I’m not going to last long.”

  She smiled up at him, framing his face with her hands. “Use me, Professor. Make me yours.” He pulled out of her, only to slam back in, setting a punishing pace. She met him thrust for thrust, finding her release again. Callen found his own, following her over, collapsing on top of her. Jasmin couldn’t help but wrap her arms
around him, loving the feel of his weight.

  “That was—” He seemed to be at a loss for words.

  “Perfect.” Jasmin finished for him. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She felt like she was home, lying there with him. Jasmin was afraid to hope for everything that Callan promised her, but it was too late to turn back now; she had already given him her heart. It was his to command, his to love, and his to break. She wanted to be his, but would that be enough?

  Callan

  He felt like a first class heel, making Jasmin leave in the middle of the night. After they made love a few times through the night, he could hear a nagging, persistent voice telling him that he was playing with fire. Extracurricular activities with his students had never been his thing for a reason. He felt like his head and his heart were at war, because his heart—that fucker—wanted to keep her in his bed and claim her until she never wanted another man on earth. His head finally won, and he woke a groggy Jasmin, giving her some ridiculous excuse about having a friend that needed him. Callan could tell by the look on her beautiful face that she was disappointed, but she pulled on her clothes as his cock screamed for more attention. He was just going to have to get over wanting her. He tried doing things his dick’s way, taking what he wanted, trying to work her out of his system, but he hadn’t. Taking her to his home and having her scream his name over and over in his bed only made him want her more. So where did that leave him? If the drive home was any indication, it left him horny as hell, hard as a rock, and extremely irritated. Callan knew that he made Jasmin promises before he jumped into bed with her, and he also knew that he hadn’t kept them. That made him feel like a first-class jerk.