Chapter 122
**Tom**
We returned to the bedroom, where two steaming mugs waited on the nightstand. I handed one to Sara, our fingers brushing in a way that sent sparks through my body. The warmth of the ceramic couldn't compare to the heat of her touch.
"Shall we?" I gestured towards the couch near the window.
She nodded, padding across the room with a grace that belied her clumsiness. I followed, admiring the sway of her hips.
We settled onto the couch, our bodies angled towards each other. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Sara's face. She took a sip of coffee, her eyes closing in pleasure.
"Mmm," she hummed. "Okay, I'll admit it. This is pretty damn good."
I grinned, taking a sip from my own mug. "Told you. I'm a man of many talents."
"Oh really? Care to demonstrate some of these... talents?"
"Patience, my dear," I chuckled. "Let's savor this coffee first. I promise the wait will be worth it."
She pouted playfully but took another sip. "Fine, but you better deliver on that promise, Professor."
"When have I ever let you down?" I winked, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed.
We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the rich aroma of coffee filling the air.
"So," I said, sipping the rich, dark liquid. "Hypothetically speaking, what would you do if your father caught you in a compromising position with your devilishly handsome professor?"
Sara nearly choked on her coffee. "Seriously? That's what you want to talk about right now?"
"Just curious. It's always good to have a contingency plan."
"I suppose I'd have to tell him the truth."
"And what's that?"
"That my Professor kidnapped me, of course. Lured me in with promises of extra credit and held me captive with his irresistible charm and... other attributes."
I leaned forward, intrigued. "Kidnapping? That's a serious accusation. I hope you have evidence to back it up."
She drained the last of her coffee, savoring it with exaggerated pleasure. "Oh, Professor," she purred, setting the empty mug on the table with a decisive clink. "I've got evidence in spades."
"Care to enlighten me?"
In one fluid motion, Sara was on me. She straddled my lap, her thighs bracketing mine. The sudden proximity sent a jolt through my body, my hands instinctively settling on her hips.
"Well, now," she murmured, her lips inches from mine. "Shall I present my case, counselor?"
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "By all means," I managed. "The floor is yours."
Sara's fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest. "Exhibit A: The way you look at me in class. Those smoldering glances? Definitely premeditated."
"Objection," I growled. "That's circumstantial at best."
"Oh, I'm just getting started, Professor. Exhibit B: Your hands. They seem to have a mind of their own."
As if to prove her point, my fingers tightened on her hips, pulling her closer. I couldn't help; she drew me in like a magnet.
"That's... that's not evidence," I stammered, my brain short-circuiting from her proximity. "It's a natural reaction to... to..."
"To what?" she challenged.
"To you," I admitted. "You're like a force of nature, Sara. Irresistible and all-consuming."
"Flattery's nice, but I'm not finished."
"By all means, counselor. Continue."
She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. "Exhibit C: Your kisses. They're like a drug, you know. Highly addictive and impossible to resist."
I couldn't help but smirk. "That's a serious allegation. Care to provide some evidence?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Her lips crashed into mine, hungry and demanding. My hands slid up her back, pulling her closer as I lost myself in her taste. Coffee, mint, and something uniquely Sara. It was intoxicating.
When we finally came for air, Sara's cheeks flushed and lips swollen. "See?" she panted. "Impossible to resist."
"I don't know," I teased. "I might need more convincing."
"Oh really? Well, allow me to present Exhibit D."
Sara slid off my lap, her eyes never leaving mine. With each step back, she started to shed her attire. First, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Each undone button revealed more of her flushed skin until the fabric slipped off, revealing her bra-clad breasts. She bit her lip, letting her bare shoulder draw my gaze.
She kicked off her jeans next, one leg at a time, revealing the lacy panties underneath that barely covered her ass. She stood before me, a vision of raw desire, half-undressed and wholly unashamed.
"Exhibit D," she declared, running her fingers along the line of her panties. "The way you fuck me."
"Is that so?" I leaned forward, my robe gaping open. "And just how would you describe my... technique?"
She sauntered back to me, hips swaying hypnotically. "Thorough," she purred, resting her hands on my shoulders. "Addictive. You have this way of making me forget my own name."
My cock strained against the fabric of my boxers as she straddled me again, her bare skin hot against my chest. Her fingers slid inside my robe, exploring the muscles underneath.
"Not exactly what I'd call solid evidence," I murmured, my lips brushing her ear. "But it's... compelling."
"I know," she whispered against my lips, her breath warm and inviting. "But let's see if I can convince you further."
Our mouths met in an electric kiss, a clash of tongues and teeth. Her hands tightened in my hair, tilting my head slightly as she deepened the kiss. My hand cupped her ass, pulling her flush against my aching cock. The heat of her pressed against me was enough to drive me wild, every touch igniting a fire in my veins.
She let out a small moan, the sound vibrating through both of us. Pulling back, she smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"Still unconvinced?" she panted.
"Completely. You'll have to work harder to make your case," I said, grinning. "These aren't evidence of anything, counselor."
Her smile turned predatory. "I suppose we both knew this whole time." She trailed her fingers down my chest, sending sparks through my body.
I couldn't hold back any longer. Yanking her closer, my lips found hers again in an aphrodisiacal kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth, claiming dominance, and I fought back with equal fervor, tangling our tongues together in a heated dance.
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