Hump Day: Tara Sue Me's Master Professor
If you are losing steam at the mid-week mark, you are not alone. May we recommend a Hump Day excerpt to perk you up? A sexy read is the perfect remedy for a mid-week slump! Today we have a very sexy piece from Tara Sue Me's Master Professor, available next month. We apologize in advance for fogging up your monitor!
Andie Lincoln has always loved her childhood friend Terrence, but when he becomes a Hollywood golden child, well things get ... complicated. You see, Terrence is a Dom and he refuses to touch Andie until she's been put through the paces at the RACK Academy. What Terrence doesn't count on is Fulton, the director of incoming students, taking Andie under his wing. As sparks fly between Andie and Fulton, she must decide which man truly deserves her love ...
The next song was slow and even though she didn’t think he’d want to dance to a slow song, Fulton pulled her close. She raised an eyebrow in question at him.
“You don't think we can dance to this?” he asked.
It really should have been a rhetorical question, he was already guiding her through the steps.
“Stop thinking so hard,” he whispered into her ear.
If she thought their first dance was heady, that was only because she’d yet to dance slow with him. Once again, he moved with a certainty and fluidity that amazed her. But more than that was the way he’d pull her in close before she’d spin back out. His arms were warm and protective and every time they came together, he intense gaze hit her with a look of pure lust.
She spun out, trying to catch her breath, but within seconds she was back pressed against his chest. He pulled her close and she took in his scent: cedar and pine. He ran a finger down her cheek, before letting her go.
Over and over, they spun. The dance became a game. A sultry and sexy game where they teased each other, neither wanting to admit anything, but unable to deny it anymore. She saw the truth reflected in his eyes.
The song came to an end and he brought them to a stop near the edge of the dance floor. Another song, a faster one, came on, but they didn’t start dancing. He brushed her upper arm with his fingertips and let them travel down to the crook of her elbow. She shivered when he stroked her there.
“I don’t want to dance anymore,” he said, his fingers still teasing her skin and his eyes searching.
Her heart pounded. And when did her mouth get so dry? “Me either,” she finally managed to get out.
He nodded and captured her hand in his. Her head was fuzzy, but she knew this was what she wanted. This was the man she wanted. And she wanted it right now.
There were people in the elevator, but that didn’t stop Fulton from touching her. He put his arm around her and pulled her close to his side. She sensed the hard muscles of his chest and she wondered what they would feel like pressed against her.
It seemed as if they stopped on every floor before finally reaching theirs. Fulton opened the door for her. As soon as she stepped inside, he closed the door and pushed her up against it, his hands on either side of her head.
“I’m going to kiss you.” His voice was rougher than she’d ever heard. “Tell me now if you don’t want me to. Tell me and I’ll go sleep on the couch.”
She couldn’t tell him no. She’d been fantasizing about those lips and she wanted them on her. She wanted to taste them.
By way of response, she looped her arms around his neck. “Kiss me. Kiss me like I’ve never been kissed and kiss me so I forget every kiss except yours.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth, than Fulton covered her lips with his. He was demanding and ruthless in the way he claimed her mouth. She tightened her fists, grabbing part of his shirt in the process.
His kiss mirrored the way she envisioned him: strong, sexy, and unyielding. His hips pushed into hers, and the touch of his erection made her gasp. More than that, it made her want. She gyrated her hips, desperate for friction.
He pulled back. “So needy.”
There was too much space between them and she could almost whine for the lack of his touch. She felt flushed and she didn’t know if it was from him or the wine or something else entirely.
“You liked it when my cock rubbed against you, didn’t you?” he whispered into her ear.
“Yes.” There was no reason to lie. “So much.”
He closed in on her again, this time alternating between words and kisses. “My cock liked feeling you, too.” He ran a line of nibbles down her neck while his fingers fondled her breasts. “In fact, my cock is so hard and so ready for you, I don’t think there’s a drop of blood in my body that’s not in my dick.”
She wanted to feel him, needed to feel him. While his lips tasted her collarbone, she slid her hand down between them to cup him.
He sucked in a breath as if he was in pain. “Andie…”
She jerked away. “Sorry, should I not?”
He took her hand and guided it back to his cock. “Don’t stop. You didn’t do anything wrong. What you did felt good. Too good. I’d hate to come too soon for you.”
His confession filled her with feminine pride. She had made him hard, made him desire her so much, he almost lost control. She thought she knew quite a bit about him and she knew he very rarely lost control. It was that knowledge that gave her the courage to say what she wanted.
“Let me touch you.” She worked the button on his jeans, her fingers trembling with nerves. Hell, she’d never touched Terrence’s cock. She froze at the thought of his name and somewhere in the back of her head, she heard herself asking What the hell are you doing?
But she chose not to listen to that voice. She looked up, wanting to focus on Fulton’s expression, and gave him a teasing smile. “Please.”
He didn’t speak, it was as if he was afraid he’d totally lose control if he did so. He simply nodded and closed his eyes.
Excitement flooded her body, sweeping away the nerves she’d experienced only moments ago. Yes! She couldn’t wait to get her hands on him. Might as well get up close and personal, she decided, and she dropped to her knees. It was a bit like a classroom session, except this time, she was free to move and explore his body as she wished.
What she’d really like to do was to have him completely naked. She almost stood up and had him remove his shirt, but at that second, he dropped his hands and unzipped his pants.
“Take it out,” he said through clenched teeth. “If you want to touch it, take it out.”
She jerked his pants down, not able to take them off completely since he still had his shoes on, but enough to give her room to work with.
He wore boxer briefs underneath.
“I always envisioned you as a commando man,” she mused, stroking him slightly through the cotton. He twitched and jerked and she swore he grew even bigger.
He chuckled. “You were teaching a cooking class. I thought the situation called for boxers.”
She couldn’t help but smile at his logic. “Does that mean you typically don’t wear them?”
“Are we really going to have this conversation right now? Because I don’t mind discussing underwear, but if you’re not planning to….”
She didn’t let him finish his sentence. Instead she pulled the garment in question down, freeing his cock.
“Fuck!” he said as she wrapped her hand around him.
She let go. “Sorry, did that hurt?”
“No, your hands just feel damn good.”
What she really wanted to do was take him in her mouth, run her tongue along the length of his flesh, taste him, to see if she could fit all of him in her mouth.
She was getting ready to ask him if she could when someone knocked on the door. She jumped to her feet, face flushing, like she’d been caught stealing.
“What the hell?” Fulton asked.
“Delivery for Ms. Andie Lincoln,” a voice on the other side of the door said.
A delivery? Who would be delivering her anything at the hotel? And at this time of the night?
“Just a second.” Fulton swore under his breath as he straightened his clothes.
When they were both more presentable, he opened the door. Andie looked around him and saw a hotel bellhop holding a bouquet of roses.
“Andie Lincoln?” he asked.
Fulton stepped aside so she could move forward. “Yes, that’s me.”
“These are for you.” He thrust the flowers into her hands. He waited a few seconds as she looked for a card. “So, do you know the really know Terrence Knight?”
The bathroom door from inside the room slammed behind her, and she sighed as she threw her head back in frustration.
“Yes,” she said. “But let’s keep that our little secret.”
“Sure.” He nodded. “Cool.”
She fumbled in her pockets for tip money and he went on his way, back downstairs. She took a deep breath and turned around. Time to face Fulton.
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