Chapter 245
**Sara**
I bit my lip, debating whether to call back. It was late, and I should probably get some sleep before tackling day two at Westbridge. But who was I kidding? My thumb was already hitting the call button.
He picked up on the second ring. "There's my favorite new corporate slave."
"Hey yourself, Professor." I kicked my feet onto the coffee table, wiggling my aching toes. "Missing your star pupil already?"
"Mmm, something like that." His voice had that low, gravelly quality that always made my skin tingle. "How was day one in the cutthroat world of high finance?"
"Well, I now know more about Excel functions than any human should. Pretty sure my brain is leaking pivot tables."
His rich laugh filled my ear. "That sounds thrilling. Please tell me more about your spreadsheet adventures."
"Don't mock my pain. Where are you anyway? It sounds echoey."
"Getting in my car, actually. Thought I might check on my favorite former student. Make sure the corporate world hasn't corrupted her yet."
Heat pooled in my belly at his words. "Former student, huh? Does that mean you're not my professor anymore?"
"Technically, no. Which opens up all sorts of interesting possibilities, doesn't it?"
"Tom..." I shifted on the couch, suddenly very aware of how empty my apartment felt.
"I could be at your place in fifteen minutes. Unless you're too tired from all that intense spreadsheeting?"
My body was already responding to his voice, remembering our weekend at the mansion. "Fifteen minutes? Someone's eager."
"Can you blame me? Besides, I need to ensure this new job isn't going to your head. Might have to remind you who's really in charge."
"Is that right?" I purred into the phone. "And how exactly do you plan to do that?"
"Open your door and find out."
The doorbell rang, making me jump. "You sneaky bastard. You were already on your way, weren't you?"
I hung up the phone, shaking my head with a grin as I padded to the front door. My bare feet sank into the plush carpet with each step.
I swung open the door to find Tom leaning against the doorframe, phone still in hand, looking every bit the billionaire professor in his tailored navy suit.
His eyes traveled slowly down my work attire, lingering on the pencil skirt that hugged my hips. "Well, well. Look who's all grown up and corporate." His lips curved into that infuriating smirk. "The professional look suits you."
I leaned against the doorframe, mirroring his posture. "Funny, I was just thinking how that suit makes you look like a stuffy old professor."
His eyes darkened. "Careful now. I might have to teach you some manners."
"I thought you weren't my professor anymore?" I bit my lip, enjoying the way his gaze followed the movement.
He stepped inside, crowding me against the wall. The door clicked shut behind him. "Old habits die hard. And you've always been my most challenging student."
His fingers traced the buttons of my blazer. "This corporate attire is giving me all sorts of new ideas." He tugged at the fabric. "Very buttoned-up. Very proper. Makes me want to mess you up a little."
Heat bloomed across my skin. "Is that so? I thought you'd be impressed by my professional demeanor."
"Oh, I'm impressed." His hand slid down to my hip, fingers digging into the fabric of my skirt. "But I prefer you a little less composed."
"Really? Because I have this whole collection of business casual outfits now." I pressed against him, enjoying the sharp intake of his breath. "Pencil skirts, silk blouses, sensible heels..."
"Sensible?" His laugh was dark. "Nothing about you is sensible, Sara."
"I'm a corporate professional now," I protested with mock seriousness. "Very sensible. Very proper. I even learned about pivot tables today."
"Did you?" His lips brushed my ear. "Tell me more about these pivot tables."
I gasped as his teeth grazed my neck. "Well, first you select your data range-"
His hand slipped under my skirt, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of my panties. "Go on," he urged, his voice low and full of promise.
I tried to keep my composure, but his touch sent shivers down my spine. "Tom," I managed to say, "you're disturbing the flow."
"Am I?" His hand pressed further, finding the dampness that had already begun to gather between my legs. "Doesn't feel like I'm disturbing much."
"You're supposed to be learning about pivot tables," I chided, though my voice lacked any real conviction. His fingers were teasing the edge of my panties now, making it hard to think straight.
"Fuck pivot tables," he murmured against my neck. His lips traveled up to meet mine in a searing kiss that left me breathless. I moaned into his mouth as his hand finally slipped beneath the lace, finding my pussy slick and ready for him.
"Goddamn it, Tom," I gasped as he began to stroke me, his fingers sliding over my clit with expert precision. My hips bucked against his hand involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he growled against my lips. His thumb circled my clit while his fingers explored deeper, making me see stars. "You like this, don't you? Being a good little corporate professional while I fuck you senseless."
His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. "Yes," I breathed, unable to deny it. "I fucking love it."
He smirked against my mouth before pulling back slightly to look at me. "Tell me what you want, Sara."
"You know exactly what I want," I replied, closing the distance between us and capturing his lips in a searing kiss. His taste was intoxicating, a blend of mint and something uniquely him. My hands tangled in his hair as I pressed myself closer, craving every bit of contact.
He broke the kiss, chuckling. "You're drunk. I can still smell it on you."
I arched an eyebrow. "You just noticed now?"
"Who'd you drink with?" He studied my face, searching for answers.
"My new coworkers," I said, shrugging nonchalantly. "They took me out to celebrate surviving my first day."
"Trying to avoid me already, huh? Thought you'd rather spend time with them than me?"
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