Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

“I just know. I’m a man that knows when he knows. And I want you to be clear.” My voice deepens. “This is not just about sex. You are something special, something I never expected. Doubt me if you will, but you did just take my cock, take my seed, so you have to know somewhere deep down that I’m right. That there is something between us I can never lose, Esme. And I won’t.”

She turns so her ass is against my still-hard cock and starts to wiggle.

“I do think this is something special,” she admits. “And maybe you can show me just how deep down you know it.”

Instantly hard again, I slip my cock between her legs and into her warm heaven, thrusting into her from behind.

“Know I’m going to take care of you, Bambina. All of you.”

Esme

“MMMMM,” I MOAN AS VITO puts a bite of the omelet in my mouth.

I’m exhausted and sore from the night. Sex has never been on my mind, but with Vito, it seems I’m a bit of a savant because once we started, I never wanted to stop.

By 4 a. m., Vito shut me down, knowing I wanted to go to work this morning, even though he protested that I could afford to take one day off. When I told him how proud my parents were when I got my internship, he softened a bit but made me go to sleep so I would at least have a few hours’ rest before the day started.

“Good girl. Now, drink some juice. You need to replenish your fluids.” He picks up the empty plate and puts it in the small kitchen sink in the pool house.

We took an early morning skinny dip, but I stayed in the shallow end, making sure I was close to the edge, hanging onto Vito the whole time. Afterward, he made me the most amazing feta, spinach, onion and bacon omelet. Since the kitchen in the main house is in the beginning stages of being remodeled, he cooked out here.

And Vito’s pool house is nicer than any home I’ve ever been in.

My hair is still damp from our shower after our swim, where Vito washed and conditioned it like I was a prize beauty queen. I’m wearing one of the new outfits he bought me yesterday. It’s a simple navy-blue wrap dress, but it fits like a glove. He paired it with a pair of nude peep-toe pumps, and I wonder what everyone at work is going to think when I walk in looking like I just knocked off Bloomingdale’s.

Of course, I insisted on adding my red lipstick. Some things will never change.

Vito brings the last bite to my lips and I open like a child and he smiles as I chew.

“I know your secret.” He says as he puts the empty plate in the sink wiping his hands on a red towel.

I put my hand over my mouth before my reply. “My secret?” I’m confused, I don’t live the kind of life that has secrets.

“Yes. You’re secret waffle mix.”

I chuckle and swallow. “Yes, it’s quite dark isn’t it? I’m so sorry you found out before I could explain.”

“Yes, I will forgive you. But I expect to be introduced to this nefarious part of your life very soon.”

I smile and cross my arms. “We will see. Very few have had the privilidge.”

Vito gives me a playful glare. “I’ll be as patient as possible.”

He wipes up the counter then brings his fingers to my face and brushes off some crumbs from the toast.

“Ready?” I nod. “I have some business that can’t be put off today, but I will be meeting you for lunch at one. Hamilton has the address. Keep your phone on so I can check on you.”

“Got it,” I answer, grabbing my sketchbook as we make our way through the house to the front door. I got the sketch pad yesterday when we went shopping so that I could make some plans for how his house-our house-is going to look.

When Vito opens the front door, the limo is there running already with the back door open. His driver, Hamilton, tips his hat toward me.

“I programmed Hamilton’s number into your phone. Call him whenever you need a ride anywhere. Okay?”

“Really? I still think this is a dream.” I laugh, knowing I’ve said that about a thousand times since he picked me up off the street.

“It is. And I never want to wake up.” Vito kisses me soft and warm, his tongue sliding between my lips as I sigh, and that familiar tingle starts between my legs. Then he pulls away, hands on my cheeks. “You have everything?”

“Yes.” I nod, breathing in his masculine scent, a hint of my pussy still on his lips from the quick orgasm he gave me on the counter in the pool house.

“Good girl. Daddy will see you in a few hours. I’ll check on you now and then. Message me whenever you like. Know I’m always with you.” I nod, then he adds, “Oh, and when you get home, you’re going to have your first swimming lesson.”

My eyes go wide, and I start to protest, but he shakes his head and finishes, “It’s for your safety, Bambina. It will be fun. For us both, I assure you. No swimsuits allowed. Now, go on.” He smacks my behind and walks me out the front door.

With that, I’m riding in the back of a limo with a driver, on my way to my unpaid internship at the courthouse, trying to sketch a few decorating ideas on the way but too anxious to really concentrate. I need to see Nadine, and I’m wondering how I’m going to handle the whole incident with the job ‘tip’ she gave me.

Maybe she didn’t know? Maybe she did. Ugh. Either way, it’s uncomfortable at best and a confrontation at the worst.

I mean, I don’t know her well, and she did say it was a friend of a friend that gave her the tip. I shake off the tension and try to focus on the fact that the very unpleasant situation I found myself in ran me right into Vito, who seems like a dream come true… even if I’m still half in doubt that it’s all real.

When I get to my desk and turn on my computer, my task list for the day is a mile long. After I deliver the usual round of coffee to the DAs on my roster and some of the judges, I settle in and start an evidence spreadsheet for a new case, but I can’t keep my mind on work.

It’s Vito. It’s Nadine. But I’m also sort of obsessed with the decorating at his house. In my mind, ideas are swirling around, and every few minutes I sneak out my sketch pad and doodle something or make some notes.

It just feels good.

After an hour, I take a deep breath and decide to find Nadine. I need to get this out of the way so I can at least clear that space in my head about what happened and what she knew.

I walk over to her cube, but it’s empty, and I almost lose my nerve. But when I look around for a pad of Post-its or something to write her a note on, I see Darryl, a paralegal who works with her, and force myself to be brave. With a deep breath, I step to the opening in his workspace and clear my throat, drawing his attention.

“Hi, Darryl. Do you know if Nadine is around?”

He shakes his head. “Haven’t seen her today. I know she’s working on a new file. She’s been spending a lot of time outside the office.” He thinks for a second then shrugs. “I saw on her calendar a note about a meeting at that expensive Italian restaurant over on Wisconsin. Paesano’s.” His fingers click on the keyboard in front of him as he stares at the monitor. My stomach sinks when I look down at her calendar and see the words scribbled on today’s date.

Sal, Paesano’s, 10:00 AM, and the pieces start to fall together. Nadine sent me to that job. She knew.

That’s the same restaurant Vito took me to the other night. Vito said he had a meeting today and we’d meet for lunch at the same restaurant.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Okay. Thanks.” I force the words out, barely able to stand. My stomach turns over. It can’t be what I’m thinking. I’ll get there, and it will all be completely innocent, and I’ll laugh at myself for being such an idiot.

I grab my phone out of my pocket and bring up Hamilton’s number, then hesitate. What if there’s some connection? All this with Vito went so quickly.

I shake my head. No way Vito could be connected to this Sal.

He’s been so vague about what he really does, but I know his family name. I know he operates on the other side of the law. I’m sure if the DA found out I was involved with him, my internship would be over.

My stomach is in knots as my more practical mind begins to override the lust and Cinderella fantasies I’ve been riding since the other night.

If I call Hamilton, he would surely tell Vito he’s on the way with me, and that would give them a heads-up. Swiping away from Hamilton’s number, I turn back to Darryl and force a smile. “Hey, do you know what cab company is fastest around here?”

I know I shouldn’t leave work, but something inside me demands to know what’s going on. “Sure.” He sniffs then finishes. “Everyone here uses A2B Taxis. Usually there’s one downstairs waiting around, but if you’re in a hurry I’d give them a call, just to make sure.”