Chapter 69
**Sara**
As Tom slipped out of the kitchen, I took a deep breath, attempting to compose myself. I smoothed down my dress and ran a hand through my hair, hoping I didn't look too... well, ravished.
I returned to the living room, scanning the crowd for Daniel and Sophia. I spotted them near the makeshift gift-opening area, Daniel surrounded by a small mountain of colorfully wrapped packages.
"Hey guys," I said, sidling up to them. "I hate to be a party pooper, but I think I'm gonna head out."
Daniel looked up from the gift he was unwrapping, his brow furrowed. "What? Already?"
I nodded, trying to look appropriately apologetic. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I've got an early start tomorrow, and I'm already feeling the effects of those drinks you made."
Sophia pouted. "Oh, come on, Sara! The night's still young. Stay for just one more drink?"
"I really can't," I said, backing away slightly. "But thank you guys for a great party. Daniel, happy birthday again!"
"At least stay for cake," Daniel pleaded. "We're about to bring it out."
I glanced at my watch, acutely aware that Tom was waiting. "I wish I could, but I really need to go. Rain check on the cake?"
Sophia sighed dramatically. "Fine, abandon us in our hour of need. But you owe us brunch next weekend, missy!"
"Deal," I laughed, giving them both quick hugs. "I'll text you tomorrow, okay?"
I could feel their eyes on my back as I approached the door. I resisted the urge to look over my shoulder, instead focusing on not tripping over my feet in my haste to leave.
Once outside, I took a deep breath of the cool night air. My heart was pounding, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me. I walked as casually as I could down the street, eyes scanning for Tom's car.
I spotted it at the end of the block, just where he said he'd be. As I approached, I could see his silhouette through the windshield, head turned in my direction. My stomach did a little flip.
I reached for the door handle, pausing for just a moment. Was I really doing this? Was I really about to hop into my professor's car for what would undoubtedly be a night of mind-blowing, potentially career-ruining sex?
You bet your ass I was.
I slid into the passenger seat, immediately enveloped by the scent of leather and Tom's cologne. "Hey there, stranger," I said, trying for casual and missing by a mile.
Tom's eyes roamed over me as he smiled slowly. "I was starting to think you'd changed your mind."
"And miss out on all your promises? Not a chance."
"Well then, shall we?"
I nodded, my heart racing. "Yes, let's go."
Tom grinned and started the car. As we pulled away from the curb, I couldn't help but giggle.
"What's so funny?" he asked, glancing at me.
"Nothing, just... this whole situation. Sneaking out of a party to hook up with my professor. It's like some cheesy romance novel."
"Oh? And how does this cheesy romance novel end?"
"The ending isn't written yet," I replied, reaching over to trail my fingers along his jaw. "But I can tell you one thing: it's steamy."
Tom captured my hand in his, kissing my palm gently. "Steamy, huh? And here I thought you were a good girl, Sara Parker."
I smiled innocently. "Good girls write steamy romance. Bad girls live it."
"Is that so? And which category do you fall into, Miss Parker?"
"Oh, I'm definitely a bad girl," I purred. "And tonight, I plan on being very, very bad."
"In that case, I suppose I should roll out the red carpet for you."
"Mmm, I like the sound of that."
He pulled the car into an isolated parking lot with a wicked smile. Streetlights cast an orange glow over the empty stretch of asphalt, creating an intimate bubble around us. He cut the engine and turned to face me, his eyes intense.
"So, bad girl," he murmured. "What naughty thoughts have been running through your pretty little head?"
"Oh, you know," I said, sounding coy. "Just... thoughts."
"Come now, Sara. Don't be shy. Tell me what's been going on in your devious mind."
"I... I don't want to say."
"Oh, come on now. You can't leave me hanging like that. What's got you all flustered?"
I bit my lip, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. "It's just... I've been thinking about you. A lot. In ways that are definitely not appropriate for a student-teacher relationship."
"Is that so?" Tom leaned closer, his voice low and seductive. "Care to elaborate?"
"If you must know... I've been imagining what it would be like to be bent over your desk after class. Your hands on my hips, your breath on my neck..."
"Go on."
"I've thought about sneaking into your office during your lunch break, locking the door behind me, and dropping to my knees in front of you. I've wondered what kind of sounds you'd make, how you'd try to keep quiet so no one would hear..."
I trailed off, my face flaming now. I couldn't believe I was saying these things out loud, confessing my wildest fantasies to my professor, of all people. But something about the way he was looking at me, the heat in his eyes, made the words spill from my mouth.
He didn't let me finish, his lips crushing mine in a desperate kiss. All the pent-up desire between us ignited, and suddenly, we were a tangle of limbs and gasps. His hands moved frantically, grasping at my dress and hair and pulling me closer. Every touch sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire in my belly.
I melted into him, returning his kisses with equal fervor. My hands roamed over his broad shoulders and his strong arms. I felt his hand at the small of my back, pulling me closer as if there weren't enough heat burning between us.
I don't know how long we kissed in that secluded parking lot.
I reluctantly broke away from Tom's kiss, my breath coming in short gasps. "As much as I'm enjoying this," I panted, "I think we might be more comfortable somewhere... less public?"
Tom chuckled, his voice husky. "You're right."
He started the car and pulled out of the isolated parking lot; I noticed his knuckles were white on the steering wheel.
"You okay there, professor?" I teased. "You look a little tense."
He glanced at me, eyes sparkling with amusement and desire. "Let's just say I'm having trouble focusing on the road with you sitting next to me looking like that."
"Oh? And how exactly do I look?"
"Like trouble," he growled. "Delicious, irresistible trouble."
The drive to Tom's apartment felt simultaneously endless and far too short. Every red light was an exquisite torture, a chance for lingering glances and teasing touches.
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