My Dear Professor

I will never escape Colt Dorano.

He invades me even in my dreams, breathing hot whispers in my ear as he buries himself deep inside me, digging his fingers into my thighs with each hard thrust. His touch chills me to the bone, but I hunger for it. I long to turn to ice in his palms and melt between his fingers.

A single word escapes his mouth.

"Catalina."

My name.

It's both satisfying and poisonous all at once, the way it rolls off his tongue in that sexy accent of his, pulling me to the edge every time.

All I can feel is him. The way he stretches every wall and breaks every boundary. Even knowing it's a dream, I can't help but salivate at every jerk, every twitch.

But he doesn't stop there.

He leans in, dragging his tongue over the pulse at my neck, driving me wild with the slick sensation of warmth and wetness.

"Colt," I mumble softly, the words escaping my mouth in a shameless moan.

"Colt, please," I say again, a little louder, as his hips meet mine in a tangle of ecstasy, my climax so close I can taste it.

"C—"

"Ms. Vinnera."

My eyes snap open. My line of sight is blocked by a man's lower body dressed in black slacks and a belt. My mouth is slightly open as drool drips onto the desk beneath my head.

Shit.

"Ms. Vinnera," the voice comes again, sharper this time, edged with annoyance.

My gaze drifts upward, catching the sharp bite of cologne as I slowly come to my senses.

A pair of gorgeous amber eyes stares into mine, judgment flickering in them beneath furrowed dark brows.

"Why are you sleeping in my lecture, Ms. Vinnera?" Colt Dorano asks.

I jolt upright, forcing my back to meet the chair as warmth creeps across my cheeks.

Laughter ripples through the room in waves.

"Professor, I wasn't sleeping. I was meditating with my eyes closed," I say, and flash him a cheeky smile.

Colt narrows his eyes, the same ones I've grown used to seeing at my father's gallery shows and outlandish dinner parties. They pierce me with their usual coldness.

"I hope you know your family name means nothing here. It won't stop me from throwing you out of this classroom." He rakes his gaze over me, and for a heartbeat, amusement flickers there before it's gone.

"Of course not, Co—I mean, Professor. I would never use my family's authority and power like that." The words roll out of me sarcastically before I can stop them. It's impossible to hold back around him; every nerve in my body itches for me to provoke him.

Colt rises to his full height, his white button-down dress shirt straining against broad shoulders. A lock of brown hair slides over his eyes as he tilts his head, pinning me in place with his stare.

"Ms. Vinnera, stay after class. I'd like to have a word with you," he says sternly.

The words are like a shot of whiskey, bitter, yes, but oh, so satisfying. I've struck a nerve. Good.

Murmurs ripple through the room before Colt lifts a hand, his voice cutting through the noise.

"Settle down."

Almost instantly, the chatter dies, as if a switch has been flipped. It's no surprise. Not only is he hot, but he carries an authority that demands obedience.

It's the trademark of the Doranos, the infamous family that rules Oakville. Their name alone carries weight, a brand of power woven into every corner of the town.

"I'll be going over the syllabus now. If you have questions, save them for the end." His gaze sweeps the room, lingering on me for the briefest second before he turns to retrieve a sheet of paper from his desk.

I observe him in his element. His slow steps, the cadence of every word. He may wear the guise of a harmless instructor, but I know there is a beast prowling beneath the skin.

The clock ticks on the wall, and before I know it, the lecture is over.

I watch as Colt dismisses the class. The shuffle of books and bags fills the room until the last student slips out. Once the door closes, his gaze locks on me.

"Come with me," he says, hands buried in his pockets.

I hesitate for a moment. He looks just as dangerous as the first time we met. Even after all these years of knowing him, he still manages to send my heart racing.

I stand up from my seat gracefully. He takes a step back and motions for me to walk past him. I walk over to his desk and lean against it, flicking my nails as if I were uninterested.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

His steps are slow and steady, each one pulling my heartbeat faster, anticipation swelling in my chest. He stops just inches from me, his tall presence closing in.

I tilt my head, taking him in. Colt is devastatingly handsome; every inch of him is wrapped in pure sex appeal.

"Care to explain what you're doing here, Catalina?" he asks, his sultry accent slipping into his voice, and I have to fight off flashes of the wet dream I just had in class.

I push those images aside and give him a radiant smile. "What do you mean? I'm here to learn."

His jaw tightens, eyes narrowing. "That's not what I mean, and you know it."

I stare at him for a moment, my voice teasing when I part my lips to speak. "Well, word on the street is that a devilishly handsome young professor landed a teaching position at the tender age of twenty-eight. The talk was so loud, I simply had to come see for myself."

He blinks slowly, unimpressed. "Don't you have better things to do? Like helping Daddy with his arts and crafts projects?"

Ho-ho… so that's the game you want to play.

I rise to my feet, my body brushing his as I lean in close. He retreats a step, but I seize his shirt and tug him back to me. He goes rigid beneath my touch as my fingers drift over his chest, my lips skimming his ear before I murmur, "But Daddy's right here."

Colt's fingers twitch, his eyes darkening.

Before I realize it, his hands are wrapping around my waist, pulling me tight against his chest. I can feel the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat, so different from my own erratic one.

"Do you know what happens to girls like you?" he rasps.

"They get a gold star?" I breathe.

Colt leans into my ear. "No. They get fucked, face down, ass up."

A blush blossoms across my face, heat pooling down low.

"How crude of you."

Colt tightens his hold on me, his heat seeping into me. "Next time, Catalina, don't moan my name out in class so shamelessly."

Heat floods my cheeks, but before embarrassment can take root, I crush it.

Shame? Yeah, I don't know that bitch.

I lean into him with a sly smile on my lips. "If it excites you, why don't we reenact my dream?" I ask, my voice dropping to a husky tease.

His touch suddenly leaves me as he steps back. I watch as shadows dance in his eyes, dark and enticing. I find myself lost in them.

"Behave, Catalina. You walk like you own the damn world, but you're not going to disrupt me in my class."

He means it as a warning, but I don't care. I want to see the beast lurking inside him, to see him finally snap.

"What are you so damn afraid of? What are you, a pussy?"

Silence falls between us, and somehow I know I've won. That I've successfully eradicated his control.

In an instant, his eyes grow hot, burning every trace of ice lingering in their depths.

He takes in a breath, leaning in to blow it in my ear before whispering, "Wrong move, Catalina."

I shiver as a slow, wicked smile spreads across his lips.

"I should really punish you for that one, shouldn't I?" His eyes gaze into mine with a touch of challenge.

His hand snakes out, wrapping tightly around my neck.

"Is that a trick question?" I choke out as his fingers dig into my skin, making heat pool between my legs.

A chuckle escapes his lips.

"Qué sucia eres… you're already so turned on. Brace yourself because I'm going to leave your pussy so fucking wet you will feel it dripping down your thighs," he says with a smirk, tightening his grip on my throat. "Just like the old days."

I feel the warm flick of his tongue against my earlobe, sending hot sparks down to my core, followed by a slow, wet nibble that makes me arch my back.

"Col—"

"Shhh," he purrs. "Bad girls don't get to speak." He squeezes my throat, blocking my airway.

He continues to trail his tongue from my earlobe down to my jaw.

"You're always looking for trouble, Catalina," he whispers as he pushes a knee between my thighs, "and now you've found it."

His knee glides past the fabric of my skirt, pressing firmly against my thong, teasing my clit.

I let out a choked gasp.

He grinds against my pussy, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Fuck." I moan, heat igniting through me. I've fantasized about this moment, but never dared to believe it would become a reality once again.

The hand that isn't around my throat trails up my waist, pausing at my breasts. His palm spreads over my soft skin, and he gropes me, squeezes me firmly, his fingers digging in with a mix of dominance and possessiveness.

"Ms. Vinnera, my rebellious student. Today's punishment is simple: grind on your professor's lap with that needy cunt of yours."

I bite my lip tightly, suppressing the moan that threatens to escape. My arousal is dripping down my folds and onto my thighs just like he said it would.

Fuck, this is hot.

But what if someone walks in? We will be in so much trouble.

Those thoughts get lost in the waves of heat crashing through me. Fuck if I care. This is what I've been waiting for—for Colt to finally let his guard down.

I rock my hips above his lap, driven by pure lust. The pressure builds rapidly as my clit finds the friction it craves. His teasing fingers take hold of my nipple, pinching and twisting, and it sends shocks of pleasure and pain through my body.

That's it.

I can almost feel my orgasm dancing on the edge, tantalizingly close, teasing me with its promise.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Colt releases me instantly, leaving my body feeling empty as he steps back. I quickly straighten myself and cross my arms, trying to regain my composure as the door creaks open.

"Sorry to interrupt, Professor Dorano. I had a few questions about the syllabus."

Colt glances at me and subtly tilts his head toward the door. I understand the silent command.

Out.

So I march to my desk, gather my things, and pass by Colt as he engages in conversation with the student.

My heart is still racing, and my pussy is still throbbing and wet as I exit the classroom.

The truth is, I will never escape Colt Dorano. But not because I can't outrun him, but because I'm the one who's chasing after him.