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(Threesome Surrender 2)
By Malory Chambers
Copyright 2016 Malory Chambers
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
"Please, Professor?" I begged. I just an extra two points to get my grade to the 'A' that I needed in order to get in the Dean's List. Then I could get the Merit Scholarship I needed to stop working part-time.
"No, April," he said crushing my dreams in one fell swoop. He was still focused on grading the papers on the table as if I wasn't there.
I could hardly blame him for his indifference. Professor Glen had been quite clear about setting up clear meeting hours. The fact that I had walked into his office unannounced and sat down on the chair opposite his was enough to pull my grade down, much less getting it into an 'A'. Nevertheless, the semester was almost over and I needed it too much to be scared.
"Maybe there's something I could do? Extra credit stuff?" I urged. My nerves were on edge. When his fingers stopped crossing and ticking the lines on the paper he was working on, I knew I was starting to get on his nerves.
Professor Glen was my last chance. I had flunked my art class, or all things, and that was beyond repair. Everything that I drew on the canvas looked like a five-year-old had a go at it. The Art Professor thought I would be able to do fine in Abstract Art, but I had better work hard with my degree instead of going into an Art career.
"I could be a TA for the next semester," I suggested, "Maybe even tutor some of the students who had to repeat the course?"
Professor Glen looked up and fixed me with an icy stare that he reserved for when his students ask stupid questions. And I was asking a stupid question. Students who had to repeat the course do not deserve to be in his class.
I gulped and resisted the urge to cower under that gaze. I had taken two full shots of whisky before coming into the office. It was going to take a lot more than a steely gaze to get me to back down.
After all, it was only two points. Surely that can't be too much to ask for?! I have had professors bump up my grade just because I attended every single class. I tried my best puppy dog eyes with him, only to be rewarded with an even icier glare.
"April," he rubbed his stubble with his hand and tried to look a little more sympathetic to my worries. It was a hard task, considering his expression was perpetually edged in hardness. "You should have worked harder if you really needed those extra two points," he said.
"I do work hard," I squirmed in my seat. I had to take up a part time job in order to continue paying for my tuition, but apart from that, I spent every waking moment with my nose in a book. I wiped my sweaty hands on my pants, hoping he wouldn't see how nervous being alone with him made me.
Professor Wolf didn't just get the nickname because of his icy personality. He had the stern and animal look of one. His classes were all almost impossible to register for in the beginning of the semester because of all the girls interested to get a look at the hottest professor on campus.
Some students would even sneak into class and take pictures of him while he wasn't looking. I wondered if he knew the effect he had on his female students.
"Evidently not hard enough," he cocked his head at me. "This class alone shouldn't be enough to pull down your entire grade point average. Which class didn't you do well for?"
"Art class," I said. "It's so stupid. It's an elective course."
He raised his eyebrows in amusement, "Art?"
"Yes," I said. "Please, professor. If I can get on the Dean's List again, I could apply for the merit scholarship and I wouldn't have to-" I stopped myself. I was sure if it was against school policy to have students working off campus for so many hours.
He gave me a quizzical look, but didn't push me further. The way he looked at me made me feel like he was stripping me with his eyes.
I crossed my legs as I felt a heat coil between them. "The thing is," I bit my lip, "Do you think you could do something to help me with this?" I looked up to meet his eyes fully.
He stood and looked out the window contemplatively. I used the opportunity to study him in detail. What the girls in my year would give up to be in my shoes right now! Biting back a sigh, I shifted my weight as I waited for him to come to a conclusion.
I knew it was a long shot. He probably didn't want to risk giving me extra credit since it would suggest he's being unfair and get him in trouble with the academic board. That wouldn't be a problem as long as I didn't blab.
His white buttoned shirt was transparent enough that I could see the tattoos on his back and his arms rippled with muscle. When he turned around, I could see the same tattoo across his chest through the thin fabric. I wondered if that was the reason he preferred dark clothing.
He walked around the desk and leaned against it in front of me. His body oozed masculinity.
"You are a beautiful woman, April," he said abruptly.
It was so unexpected, so out of place. My face flushed red and I inhaled sharply, inadvertently taking a deep whiff of his scent. "Thank you," I said without thought, mesmerized by his dark gaze.
My breath hitched at my throat and my body responded immediately to being the focus of his gaze. I was burning with a fiery lust that I was afraid he could feel. My sex throbbed and the yearning in my belly threatened to turn into a shudder.
I couldn't move when he reached his palm forward to cup my cheek, his warm hand sending an electric sensation through my core. That simple touch was enough to invigorate me. My eyes widened and I leaned against his palm.
"Perhaps... perhaps we could work something out," he whispered hoarsely, rubbing his thumb along the line of my jaw.
I bit back my needy whimpers, my thighs throbbing with familiar need. This was nothing like I expected when I set foot into the office. I had thought of an extra paper, or a few more hours of tutoring sessions for the students failing in his class.
This was so much better. Sweet heat spread through me.
"Yes," I breathed, turning to kiss his palm. "Yes..."