Professor Marcus Claims His Intern

Professor Marcus Kane's office smelled of old books, strong coffee, and the faint trace of Lila Voss's vanilla body lotion. At forty-two, he was a man who commanded lecture halls with nothing more than a raised eyebrow and a low, authoritative voice. For six weeks now that same voice had been strangled in his throat every time his twenty-two-year-old intern leaned over a file cabinet or crossed those thick, smooth thighs while taking notes.

Tonight the rest of the department had gone home hours ago. The grant proposal was due by midnight, and the two of them were the only souls left on the third floor of the literature building. Lila stood at the edge of his massive oak desk in a tight cream blouse that looked one deep breath away from losing its buttons and a black pencil skirt that barely contained the generous swell of her ass. Every time she bent forward to point at a paragraph, the hem rode higher.

Marcus tried to focus on the screen. He failed when she reached across for a binder.

The skirt slid up. Pale flesh, the soft lower curve of her plump ass, and the barest hint of crimson lace between her cheeks flashed in front of him like a lit match tossed into gasoline.

He stopped typing.

Lila froze, suddenly aware of the silence. She glanced back over her shoulder, cheeks already flushing. The position arched her back, pushed her heavy tits against the straining buttons, and left her ass presented like an offering.

Marcus let the silence stretch until her breathing quickened.

"You've been teasing me for weeks, Lila," he said, voice rough as gravel. "Every fucking day you walk in here in these tight little outfits, tits bouncing, hips swaying, and you expect me to keep pretending I'm not dying to bend you over this desk and ruin you."

Her lips parted. A visible shiver rolled through her curvy body.

"I... I didn't mean to," she whispered, but the way her thighs pressed together told a different story.

"Bullshit." He leaned back in his leather chair, letting her see the thick ridge of his cock straining against his charcoal slacks. "Tell me the truth. Right now."