Indulging the Professor (6 page)

“Yeah.” He smiled when he thought about the night before.
“I’m glad we came here.”

“Just call down when you’re ready for nourishment. I’ll
bring up some strawberries and champagne in an hour or so. I’m sure you’ll make
good use of it.”

“Thanks.” Marcus opened the suite door and wheeled in the
breakfast cart.

“Where did that come from?” Jacqueline sat up in bed pulling
the sheet up over her breasts. “It smells really good.”

“I called down and asked Logan to send it up. It looks like
the storm will be hanging around today. I took the liberty of having all of our
meals ordered up for us.”

“We’re spending the entire day in bed?”

“Unless you want to do something else. There might be a
nearby movie theater or a shopping center.” That wasn’t how he wanted to spend
the day, but he wanted her to be happy. He might have had his own ideas about
how the afternoon would play out, but as long as they were together, he didn’t
care what they did.

“Are you kidding?” She giggled as she slipped out of the
bed. “A lazy, rainy Saturday at a beautiful country estate with you? That’s the
best fantasy I’ll ever have.”

“God,” he whispered as he took in her naked form. “You’re
perfect.”

“You’re dressed.” She pouted as she reached for the button
on his jeans. “That’s unacceptable.”

“Hardly.” He had just tossed on his jeans to answer the
door. “Maybe we should eat before it gets cold.”

“I don’t mind cold food.” She ran her hand over his
erection. “I’d much rather have you.”

“Didn’t get your fill last night?” He pulled her against his
chest losing himself in the way her breasts felt against his body.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” She lowered his
zipper allowing his cock free from the confines of his jeans.

“It will be my mission to keep you satisfied.” He shuddered
when she rubbed her thumb along his tip spreading the moisture that had
gathered. When he leaned against her, pushing her back towards the bed she
stopped him.

“Not like that.” She pumped his cock in her hand.

“Huh?” He couldn’t focus on anything except the way she made
him feel in that moment. If she kept it up he’d never make it inside her.

“Like this.” She turned her back to him. “I want you to take
me from behind. After last night, it’s my new favorite position.”

“Hell, woman.” He ran his fingers down her spine as he
lowered his lips to the back of her shoulder. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I just know what I like.”

“And what would that be?”

“The way your hands feel on my skin when you touch me. I
like when you scrape your teeth against my shoulder and grip my hips hard
enough to leave marks. I like when you go slow, inch by inch. I think I’ll go
mad but you always manage to make the wait worth it.”

“You’ll be the death of me.”

He guided her onto her knees before tugging his jeans off.
Reaching into the nightstand drawer, he retrieved a condom. Once he sheathed
himself, he leaned over her, tilting her face to seek out her lips. As he
kissed her, he inserted his fingers inside her wet pussy making sure she was
ready for him. She rocked against his hand forcing him deeper inside her heat.

“Impatient?” he asked as he fingered her. “I’m right here.”

“I’m never waiting for you again.”

“You don’t have to.” He sat back on his heels and pulled her
toward him allowing her to straddle his legs. “Let’s vary this position a bit,
shall we?” He lifted her slightly so he could press the tip of his cock against
her opening. “Spread your legs, lean back and put your hands on my thighs to
steady yourself.”

She rested her head against his shoulder and looked up at
the ceiling as she followed his direction. “Like this, Professor?”

“Just like that.” He thrust his dick inside her, moving her
up and down until she found her rhythm. “Good girl.” Wrapping his arms around
her chest, he cupped her breasts in his hands. “Such a quick study.”

“Marcus… that feels so good.” She gripped his thighs as he
toyed with her nipples. Rolling them and pinching them between his fingers.

“Ride my cock, sweetheart.” He tangled his hand through her
hair and gathered it into a ponytail. “Make yourself feel good.”

“I feel good when I’m with you.” She tilted her head and
stared up at him. “Kiss me.”

With his free hand he tipped her chin and found her waiting
lips. The kiss was sloppy and desperate but neither of them seemed to
mind. As long as they were connected
that was all that mattered. Marcus mover his hand down her stomach and rested
his fingers between her thighs.

“I’m so close.” She breathed out between thrusts. “Please…”

His stomach muscles tightened as she pleaded for release. He
pressed his fingers against her clit, rubbing it as he licked and nipped at the
skin on the back of her neck. “Let go.”

“Yes… Marcus!” She screamed out his name as she climaxed
hard. She trembled and collapsed against him as she shuddered over and over.

“You’re beautiful when you come.” He pulled her head back
and kissed her lips again. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

When she ran her tongue along his mouth it was his undoing.
“I’m going to…” He squeezed her thigh and let out a low feral moan as he
emptied into the condom. He slumped against her back breathing heavily as he
tried to steady himself.

“I can’t move.” She laughed. “My legs are wobbly.”

“I know how we can fix that.” He shifted her onto the floor
so he could discard the condom in the small wastebasket by the bed. “How about
we take a long, hot soak in that tub?”

“Maybe we should eat first.” She looked up at the breakfast tray. “It smells so good.”

“Banana stuffed French toast.”

“Let’s eat, then we can take a bath.”

“Darling, we can do whatever you want to do.” He pulled her
into his lap. “As long as we’re touching or connected in some way I’m
satisfied.”

“What took you so long to show me this side?” She pushed the
hair from his eyes. “I really like it.”

“I’m sorry. I thought I explained that last night.”

“Not that I’m complaining. I’m glad we got to know one
another a bit before we slept together. It made last night mean more.”

“I agree.” He’d had several casual flings through the years
and they all ended the same way. Nothing ever lasted because no one understood
him the way Jacqueline had. “You get me. No one’s ever taken the time to get to
know me.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever let them get close enough.”

“You’re very perceptive.”

Building a career had always been more important than a love
life. The only women he associated with were students and because he wouldn’t
date them, that left his possibilities very limited. There were a few
colleagues he had gotten involved with, but those relationships could be more
complicated than dating a co-ed.

“You struggled with your feelings for me,” she said.

That was an understatement. Never in all of his years of
teaching had any student ever tempted him or made him second guess himself the
way she had.

“After your confession at dinner last night, I know you
don’t let people in that easily. I just want you to know I won’t hurt you. I
wouldn’t have agreed to come here with you if I didn’t think there would be
more than this weekend. I want to see where this goes.”

“Good.” He held her close to him and kissed the top of her
head appreciating her confession. “Because now that I’ve opened up to you, I
don’t plan on ever letting you go.”

“Can we come back here?” She shifted in his lap and wrapped
her arms around his neck and cuddled into his chest.

“Whenever you want.” He raised her chin. “I’ll give you
whatever you want.”

“I want you, Marcus. In every way you can give me.”

“You have all of me. I think you always have.”

“We should celebrate our first time by coming back here
every year. Our
special
anniversary.”

“I don’t know if I can wait a whole year to fulfill my
fantasy,” he growled.

“Which fantasy would that be?”

“The one where the dominating professor takes the sexy
graduate student across his desk.” His
cock jumped back to life just thinking about it.
Oh,
the possibilities.

“Professor, we don’t need an inn to make that fantasy a
reality.” She nipped at his bottom lip. “I’ll play that one out anytime you
want.”

“Let’s eat and take that bath now.”

“What’s the rush?” she asked.

“I think Logan has a study we can borrow.” He winked. “It’s
not
my
desk
but it’ll do.”

“What are we waiting for?” She pressed her lips to his.
“Let’s play.”

The End

***

Need to know how Pleasure Inn came to be?
Master of the Inn
sets the stage…

Master of the Inn by Ella Jade

It was a cool autumn afternoon as Elyse Clapton left the New
York City limits behind her. She glanced in her rearview mirror and realized
she wouldn’t miss a thing. For the past four years she worked hard putting
everything she had into making Santiago’s Grill a success. Fresh out of one of
the most prestigious culinary schools in Manhattan, she allowed her boyfriend
to talk her into becoming the head chef at his local restaurant. Philip
invested a huge amount of money into Santiago’s but had no idea what to do with
it. While Elyse worked at making it one of the trendiest spots in the city, he
worked at getting into the panties of every girl who set foot in the
restaurant.

Elyse finally wised up and ended their relationship. She
also resigned as executive chef. On the verge of a breakdown, her family
advised her to head to the country for some much needed rest and relaxation.
Maybe a few weeks in the little remote town of Oxford just outside of New
Haven, Connecticut would help her heal and figure out what she wanted to do
with her life.

As she drove down the back roads, she allowed her mind to
wander back to her childhood. She had so many memories of the quaint inn she’d
visited during summer vacations and much too short weekend getaways with her
family. Her father, a professor at Yale, loved to explore different locations.
Elyse had stayed in many gorgeous vacation resorts, lavish hotels and
sophisticated, historical inns. One her favorites had always been Pleasure Inn.
It wasn’t far from her childhood home, but every time she and her family went
there, they always came away with special memories. She thought of the warmth
the owners always exuded. They could make every guest feel special.

She hadn’t been there in over a decade. Not since she was
sixteen, the summer before her father’s diagnosis. Once her dad fell ill, they
traveled less and less. Even after he passed away a few years later, she and
her mother never returned to Pleasure Inn.

Elyse couldn’t get the place off her mind. Not since she’d
dreamt about it the night before. The dream seemed so real and made her miss
her dad more than she’d realized. When she ended things with Phillip, she
decided to go back to a simpler time in her life. A time when happiness
surrounded her and life held so many possibilities. She’d been so busy beating
herself up over what had happened with Phillip it seemed nothing could motivate
her. The memories of Pleasure Inn changed that.

Impulse took over, and now she found herself pulling up the
long, winding path leading to the inn. The original sign still hung at the foot
of the driveway alerting guests to the entrance. Dusk was settling around the
large house. A solitary truck rested in the driveway, but no one else seemed to
be there. Elyse hadn’t bothered calling ahead because if there wasn’t a vacancy
she could always stay in town. She was hoping that the inn would have a room,
but figured it might be a long shot during the busy tourist season. But as she
got out of her car, it seemed too quiet; it had never occurred to her that the
place wouldn’t still be in business.

A light came on in an upstairs window indicating someone was
there. Elyse walked up the front steps and tried the handle, but it was locked.
Just as she reached for the bell, the door flew open and a large, muscular
figure appeared. The old screen door and the absence of lighting in the foyer
concealed his face.

“Hi,” Elyse said. “I was driving by and wondered if you had
any vacancies.”

“Here?”

“This is an inn, isn’t it?”

“It hasn’t been for over four years.” He turned on the porch
light. “I thought everyone in this town knew that.”

His disheveled appearance made her think he wasn’t planning
on entertaining visitors. His dark, thick hair looked as if he’d run his
fingers through it causing it to stand on end. He hadn’t bothered to button his
faded blue jeans or put on a shirt before coming downstairs. Elyse couldn’t
help but notice how his well-defined abs disappeared into his waistband.

“I’m sorry.” She moved away from the door. “I’m intruding.”

“No.” He stepped out onto the porch in his bare feet. “I
just didn’t expect anyone out here at this time of the night.”

“I drove from the city. I thought I might stay the night. I
used to come here as a kid.” She looked past his shoulder into the foyer. She
saw a fresh stack of wood in the corner and several cans of paint. “Are you
renovating?”

“Trying to.” He nodded. “It’s a work in progress.”

She caught a wave of alcohol on his breath.

“Are you just passing through?”

“I’m not sure. I just needed to get away and I remembered
how perfect this place always was.”

“Yeah,” he looked over his shoulder. “Not so much anymore.”

“What happened?”

“My uncle owned the place, but he couldn’t keep up with the
maintenance. He and my aunt retired and left it to me. It’s just been sitting
vacant since then. It needed a ton of work. I didn’t realize how much until I
actually started ripping things out.”