Private Lessons (Teacher + Student) by Lia Marsh

Chapter One: Temptation
     
     
    It was a flurry of adrenaline, as if every nerve ending in her body was standing on edge in response to his touch. A moan passed her swollen lips as her body arched against him, desperate to feel the hard angles of his body mold against her soft curves. He was teasing her, bringing her right to the brink of explosion before pulling back with a wicked grin. Tongues flicked against each other, battling for do minance though they both knew who the true winner in any of their games was.
     
    She was his.
     
    She had been since the first moment his lips had met hers, forcefully and claiming. He had marked her, a string of dark bruises from his teeth and lips down the span of her pale neck, removing any doubt from anyone who saw her about where her loyalty truly lied.
     
    A desperate whimper tore from her lips, a plea for the release that had steadily been building since the first moment he’d thrown her on the bed. Her entire body quaked, shivering and shaking with anticipation as his lips dropped lower, just barely hovering over her bundle of nerves.
     
    The alarm blared in her ear, brutally ripping Laura from the fantasy that had been playing in her sleep. Her entire body was taunt, almost as if it had actually been experiencing the things that had been happening in her dreams.
     
    A low sigh of frustration escaped her as her blonde head fell back down against the pillow, her muscles forcing themselves to relax. She felt Paul stir next to her, the simple brush of his arm against hers enough to cause her entire body to quiver again. The woman’s cheeks flared red, no longer with lust but now with embarrassment.
     
    In their five years, each and every one of her dreams had consisted of him. She would wake, rolling over to plant her body above his and reenact each and every action she had just envisioned. It used to be her favorite way to start the morning. But that wasn’t the case anymore and Laura felt the guilt ebb away inside her.
     
    It wasn’t her boyfriend’s sandy head that she now saw ducking down her body in her sleep, but rather the raven locks of a man she had no business thinking of outside of the large classroom of Montclair University. It wasn’t Paul that left her body practically aching, but the fantasies of a man that couldn’t be more wrong for her.
     
    This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. Laura wasn’t an overly sexual person. In fact, it had taken six months of roses and dinner dates before she would even invited Paul upstairs. Being raised in a strict Catholic family had left the blonde with certain morals that no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t seem to shake.
     
    Laura knew that most women in her generation were more open with exploring their sexuality, with engaging with new partners and figuring out their bodies, but she had never felt that rush of courage.
     
    Except in the very dreams that had plagued her the night before.
     
    Her dream self, the woman she wished she could be, seemed so much more comfortable with herself than Laura ever really was. She had no fear. She was passionate, sexy in a way that Laura only thought fictional women in the movies could be.
     
    The dream version of the blonde had no fear when it came to taking what she wanted, and even in her conscience state, Laura knew that what she wanted was Professor Alexander Harmon.
     
    “Morning babe.” Paul’s rough voice drew her from her tantalizing thoughts, crashing her back down to reality as she looked over and met his loving gaze. She knew her own eyes didn’t reflect back the same amount of devotion his showed and felt her stomach turn. 
     
    “Morning.” The blonde murmured, pushing herself off the bed. “I’m going to be late for class.” It was a pathetic excuse. There was still an hour before she had to leave but for Laura, that hour was precious time spent in the bathroom making herself appear as beautiful as possible. It wasn’t as though she