"Professor Jackson," I begin as he traces his thumb across my bottom lip. "I do not," I sigh as I remove his thumb from my mouth, "need a frustration fuck."
Michael smiles, pulls me closer, and brushes his fingertips across the small of my back.
The contact instantly sends chills down my spine and I exhale softly.
To regain my focus and bravado, I try to remove myself from his entrancing hold, but he melds his body resolutely against mine.
Damn.
"Your eyes are a beautiful shade of brown, Miss Toussaint." He licks his lips as he stares into my eyes. "Are they contacts, babe?"
"No," I grunt as I try, unsuccessfully, to push away from him once more. "God supplied these, sir."
"They're beautiful." He whispers as I swallow. "So is your skin. It's so soft, supple... wanting." I swallow harder as he continues staring into my eyes. I remain silent as his hands gently roam the sensitive skin on my inner arm. "You know, I thought about last night all day today, baby. The way you screamed." He bites his bottom lip. I have to squeeze my thighs together to keep from reacting. "The way you moaned my name on my counter top, in my bed, and this morning against my door. " He smirks and I know it's because he can feel the heat between us. "Do you want me, Miss Toussaint?"
I roll my eyes as a cocky grin sweeps over his mouth.
"Hell no." I scoff as I successfully remove myself from his arms. "I don't want a damn thing from you, Michael Jackson. And I sure as hell don't want your dick."
"Oh, baby," He tuts, pulling me close again, before tilting my chin up. "you do need to be fucked. And I'm gonna fuck you." He licks his lips while staring at mine. "Hard and long."
Michael leans in to kiss my lips but I lean away.
"No," I arch a serious brow and, sensing my mood, he releases me. "and I think you should direct those threats of fucks to Miss Carlotta Colbert. I'm sure she would love your dick... hard and long." Michael sighs as I walk around him. "Did you think I'd forget about you telling me you fucked her occasionally, Michael? Was it good? Was it worth it?"
"Never as good as it is with you, baby." Michael smirks as his eyes land on my breasts.
"Don't try me with that sexy smile, Michael Jackson." I scold, backing away from him. "You fucked that lady and you didn't even tell me."
"You think my smile is sexy?"
"Stop dodging what I'm saying." I warn, glaring at him. "You fucked her, Michael, and you didn't tell me!"
"It was before you, Jenna." Michael scoffs, frowning at me. I can see Professor Jackson's demeanor coming forth. "Therefore, it's none of your business." I scoff as he goes on. "Have you told me about all of the men you've fucked?"
"Yeah!" I yell, incredulously. "Our first night together, Michael, I told you I've only been with one man. TWICE! Your record with me is that squared!"
Michael stares at me a few moments then sighs, "Jenna, Carlotta and I had sex, yes. But, maybe four times. That was the extent of our rela--"
"Jenna, we had sex like four times?" I mock and he just blinks at me. "Like four times."
"We did." He states, blankly.
I roll my eyes and look away from him. "Whatever, Michael. Sex is like a bag of fucking potato chips to you. You can't fuck just four times."
"I have no reason to lie to you about this. It was four times." Michael assures as he approaches me slowly. "Carlotta and I did what we did then we moved on. Nothing romantic."
My brows furrow as I ask, "How long have you known her?"
"Do you really--"
"How long?" I gaze at him with a raised eyebrow.
Michael breathes in deeply, "We met two summers ago. We were both teaching summer courses. We met in the cafeteria and we started talking. It never developed into a romance."
"Why not?"
Michael rubs his neck and answers, "About a month into us having a physical relationship... she got married."
"Tia did say she was a recent divorcee." I muse aloud while looking at Michael. "Maybe she's coming back for you. You know, to finish the romance you started all those years ago."
"She's not." Michael disagrees emphatically.
"Why not?" I ask again, blinking sarcastically.
"She has a boyfriend, Jenna." He scoffs like what I asked was stupid.
Doesn't take ole Carlotta long, huh?
"What the fuck does that mean, Michael?" I laugh despite myself as I walk away from him again. "Michael, I know plenty of women and men who still go out and do their worst when they have someone good at home."
"Carlotta's not like that, Jenna." Michael defends and I arch a brow at him. He defends her. "She would never cheat on her boyfriend. She ended things with me because she knew it wasn't going nowhere. When she met her hus--ex-husband, we never had sex again."
"Yet it sounds like she was having sex with you until he got her down the aisle." I point out and he looks away from my obvious observation. "You said you two were going at it for about a month or so until she got married." Michael's eyes fall to the floor as I scoff. "So she was a-cheating with you until she got the ring from her ex." I chuckle when our eyes meet again. "Seems your little Carlotta is "like that", Michael."
And I don't trust her as far as I can throw her.
"Okay, we had sex again after she was married." Michael admits and I just stare at him. Unnecessary lies. Okay. "But I promise that was it."
"I'm sure." I smack my lips as I look away from his face. "So, will you have sex once while she's with this new boyfriend?"
"Jenna," Michael sighs as he walks over to me and turns me to him. "Carlotta and I are just friends. We're colleagues. That's all."
"Whatever, Michael," I mumble before moving away from him. "I don't even know why I'm letting this bother me. You and I are just occasionally fucking as well. And we've done it like four times too. Is that your cut off point, Michael?"
"No." Michael frowns and he has the audacity to look offended.
"Then what is?" I inquire, folding my arms. "I don't want any surprises. If you're fucking her or want to fuck her again--let me know. I can vacate."
Michael tightens his jaw in anger as he glares ate me. "Jenna, I just told you I haven't fucked her since after she was married and that was once. I'm not fucking her now. And I don't want to fuck her. I don't want her."
"Oh, really?" I chortle. "But she's looking forward to more meetings with you, Michael."
"Because I'm trying to get her to take over my classes." He blurts and I stand silently staring at him.
My anger slides away as I ask. "What? Why are you doing that?"
"I'm pretty sure someone will catch on to us sooner or later." Michael breathes in. "This is my back up plan."
I search his eyes for answers as I mutter, "But why?"
"Because I'm not willing to lose you, Jenna," He takes my hands into his and smiles softly. "I won't give you up for anyone."
"Michael," I sigh, trying to wrap my mind around his words. "you can't just give up teaching for me. We won't get caught."
"I'm sure we won't either, but if it comes to that... I will give it up." He stares at me gravely and I frown.
"Michael, you love teaching the ins and outs of sex. I mean in four--hands on sessions--you've taught me a lot. What would you do without teaching? It's your passion. Why would you just give it up? And--" I swallow. "for me?" Michael pulls me close as the heat between us rises. "Why, Michael? Tell me."
"If I tell you, Jenna," He begins softly, caressing my shoulders. "do you promise you won't run?"
"Where can I run?" I chuckle, looking around the room. "I don't get off for two hours."
Michael swallows, letting me know he's serious, and pulls me even closer to his body.
"What is it, Michael?" I ask, studying his somber face. "Why would you be so willing to give up the job you love so much for me?"
"Because you're my passion now, Jenna. And I'm devoted to said passion. I think--" He frowns then swallows again, steeling himself. "I think--No, Jenna, I know I'm falling for you." I gape at him as he adds softly. "I'm in love with you, Jenna. I love you."