Chapter 92
**Sara**
I shifted slightly on his lap, relishing the way his fingers tightened on my waist.
"You're seducing me," Tom accused.
I pulled back, feigning innocence. "Me? Seducing you? I'm just sitting here, enjoying my wine." I gestured to the nearly empty glass on the coffee table. "You're the one who pulled me onto your lap."
His eyes narrowed. "Is that so? And I suppose you had nothing to do with it? Just an innocent little lamb, are you?"
I batted my eyelashes exaggeratedly. "Why, of course! I'm just a poor, defenseless student, remember? You're the big, bad professor who lured me to his lair with promises of expensive wine and fancy furniture."
"Lured you?" Tom scoffed. "If I recall correctly, you were the one who couldn't wait to get here. Practically dragged me out of the car."
I gasped in mock outrage. "I did no such thing! I was simply... eager to continue our academic discussion. You know how passionate I am about corporate finance."
"Oh yes, I can feel your passion for corporate finance right now," he growled, his hands sliding down to my hips.
I wiggled in his lap, enjoying the way his breath caught. "What can I say? Discussing market trends really gets me going."
"Is that what we're calling it now?"
I nodded solemnly. "Oh yes. In fact, I think we should have a very in-depth discussion about... rising interest rates."
"Rising interest rates, huh?"
"Mhmm," I hummed, leaning in close. "I'm particularly interested in the... stimulation of certain markets."
"I see," Tom murmured. "And what markets would those be, Miss Parker?"
"The ones that require a... hands-on approach."
Tom's hands slid under my t-shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. "Like this?"
I bit back a moan. "That's... that's a good start. But I think we need to delve deeper into the subject."
"Deeper, you say?" His voice sent tingles down my spine. "I think that can be arranged."
I pulled back slightly, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "Now, now, Professor. We shouldn't get ahead of ourselves. After all, I'm just here for the wine and stimulating conversation."
"Of course. How could I forget? You're just an innocent student, here to discuss academic matters."
"Exactly," I nodded, trying to keep a straight face. "And you're the one who can't keep his hands to himself. I'm beginning to think you might have ulterior motives, Professor."
"Me? Ulterior motives?" Tom's eyes widened in mock surprise. "I'm shocked you would even suggest such a thing. I'm merely providing a comfortable seating arrangement for my favorite student."
"Is that what this is? And here I thought you were just trying to cop a feel."
"I would never!" Tom declared, his hands sliding further up my sides. "I'm a professional, after all."
"Mhmm," I hummed, arching into his touch. "Very professional. I can tell by the way you're groping me."
Tom's fingers stilled. "Groping? I prefer to think of it as a hands-on learning experience."
"What exactly am I supposed to learn from this... experience?"
"I thought we could start with a practical lesson on the stimulation of certain... assets."
"Assets, huh? And what kind of returns can I expect from this investment?"
Tom's hands resumed their exploration, sending shivers through my body. "I think you'll find the dividends quite... satisfying."
I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan. "That sounds... promising. But I have to wonder, Professor, is this part of the standard curriculum?"
This is definitely an advanced course. Not for the faint of heart."
"I see," I breathed, my heart racing. "And do you offer this course to all your students, or am I getting special treatment?"
Tom's eyes darkened. "You're definitely a special case. I don't think anyone else could handle this level of... intensity."
Before I could muster a witty comeback, his lips crashed into mine with a fervor that stole my breath. His kiss was a hurricane, leaving no room for anything else in my mind. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if I could merge us into one person. His hands roamed, exploring every curve and dip, igniting little fires under my skin.
"Tom," I gasped when he pulled back for a split second. "You're insatiable."
"Insatiable? I haven't even started."
His mouth found mine again, and I lost myself in the sensation. It was like diving into a stormy sea, exhilarating and terrifying. He kissed me like he was trying to memorize the taste of my lips, the curve of my smile. I responded with equal fervor, matching his intensity with my own.
His hands roamed my body with a deliberate, teasing slowness. His fingers grazed the hem of my t-shirt, sending shivers up my spine. He paused, smirking against my lips as if to say, "Are you ready for this?" I could feel the heat building between us, my body humming with anticipation.
He slipped a hand under my shirt, fingers dancing lightly over my skin. His touch was maddening, a tantalizing mix of softness and firmness. He brushed against the lace of my bra, tracing the outline with maddening precision.
Tom's mouth moved from my lips to my neck, planting fiery kisses down my collarbone. His other hand found its way to my ass, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. "You like that?" he murmured against my skin.
"Yes," I whispered.