Two hours later, I stood at Professor Lee's office door with my stomach in knots and The Red Hammer pulled tight to my chest. Earlier, I had lied to Professor Lee. I didn't have class; I went straight back to my dorm room, showered, shaved, and maybe... thought about what kind of damn excuse I could give him for sitting in his office with the door closed.

I didn't think he believed that I was just there to talk.

That's what office hours were for, and for some ungodly reason, I decided to show up to his hours about two minutes before they were about to end now. I told myself that maybe I didn't know what to say to him and wanted it to be a quick and sweet meeting.

But the reason I was here right before Callum Lee ended his dedicated hours was because I didn't want him to be paying attention to anyone else while I was here. I wanted his attention. I wanted him more than I should admit.

Deciding that I'd never come up with an excuse, I stepped into his office. A girl from my class sat at his desk with her brows furrowed together and our class textbook in front of her. Lee stood behind her, with one large hand posted on his desk and the other pointing to a piece of text on the page.

When I stepped into the room, Professor Lee immediately looked up and sucked in a breath, brown eyes flickering gold for a moment. I gave him a tight smile, not knowing what else to do, and lingered by his desk, not liking how close he was to her.

It wasn't even anything sexual or anything flirtatious, just a professor helping his student, but, god, it made me angrier than it should've. I didn't know what came over me; I'd never felt this way for someone, even in high school.

The girl glanced over her shoulder, then up at Professor Lee. It looked like they shared some kind of look or hidden message or something, because the girl stood up and hurried out of the room.

"Bria.," Professor Lee cleared his throat and moved around his desk to his chair, sitting. "Close the door."

My breath caught in my throat, and I shut the door after the student left in a hurry. With my back turned toward him, I told myself that this didn't mean anything, that I was here to talk to him about The Red Hammer, that a freshman girl who loved classics didn't mean anything to him, and that I shouldn't get my hopes up.

Once I finally gathered enough courage to turn back toward him, I sat in the seat across from him and crossed my legs to suppress my aching cunt. My mind wandered back to Jasmine who casually mentioned that if I didn't flirt with Callum Lee, then she would. And I didn't want to picture Lee between anyone else's thighs except mine.

Though I could never go through with something like that. Blatantly and opening flirting with a professor and asking him to eat me out, to fuck me even... Those things only happened in porn, and never to the shy girl who got nervous every time she had to talk to her professor. Jasmine was the type to bang the professor. Not me.

"I didn't think you'd show up," Lee said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry, if I'm late. I know that your office hours are finished right about now."

"I have all night," Professor Lee said quickly.

"I just wanted to return this book to you." I handed the book back to him, the same one he had given me this morning.

Lee took the book from my hands, brows furrowed together. "You don't want to read it?"

"I've already finished."

He stared at me with wide brown eyes. "It's only been a couple hours, and it's almost a three- hundred- page book. You finished it?"

"Yes," I said, finally relaxing under his intense gaze. "I really enjoyed it."

For the next three hours, we chatted about The Red Hammer, the characters, what they meant to classics scholars, what they meant to him, and finally... what they meant to me, which was by far the hardest thing that I'd ever had to talk about. All the scholars analyzed the way that Hera hated her son Hephaestus until she wanted something from him, but an analysis wasn't what I got from the book.

It was the heartbreak Hephaestus went through every day, the pain, the agony of not fitting in, of being hated by everyone who was supposed to love you. Those were things an analysis from a bunch of scholars could never tell you, could never make you feel unless you went through it everyday.

"Your parents..." Lee trailed off after I gave my opinion on the book.

"Are assholes," I finished, glancing down at my lap and not wanting to talk much more about it. I hated talking about them, hated thinking about them, hated being around them. Every time I thought back to being home with them again, I wanted to disappear forever.

After a couple of silent, awkward moments, I realized that I told him way more than I should've. He was just my classics professor, not a therapist and not someone who cared about me. I pulled out my phone.

The screen read 6:45PM, and I widened my eyes. I didn't want to leave but... I didn't want to keep him much longer. He probably had to get home to a girlfriend or a... a family or someone way more important than me. The mere thought made my heart clench.

"I should probably go. I don't want to keep you."

Just as I was about to stand, Professor Lee grabbed my wrist. "Stay. I don't have anyone else to see tonight. I cleared my schedule out for you." He pulled his phone out of his desk drawer. "And I had a pizza for us scheduled for seven."

Eyes even wider, I stared at him with my breath caught in the back of my throat and heat growing between my legs. "For me?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper. My heart pounded inside my chest, pussy clenching.

Professor Lee paused. "Unless you have something else to do tonight."

"No." I relaxed back against the chair again and pressed my thighs together harder. "Just you." Realizing what I had said, I slapped a hand over my mouth, my cheeks burning. "I didn't mean it like that. I, uh..."

"Sure you didn't," Professor Lee said.

Cursing quietly to myself, I pressed my thighs harder together.

Callum Lee was flirting with me. Me.

And, so, I stayed a while longer, ate dinner with him, and moved to sit behind his desk with him as he showed me a couple other books that he thought I'd like, never once bringing up my family again.

At the end of the night, when I finally decided that I should definitely leave, we stood outside his office door, inches apart from each other.

I didn't want to leave, but it was so late and night classes were about to get out. Students would flood these halls in a few moments, and see us together like this. And someone might think that this looked like more than what it was.

Still, I couldn't help lingering by his door and trying to find something else to talk to him about. He was closer than I expected him to be, his intense gaze focused on me and pulling me in. The heat grew between my legs, and I shifted from foot to foot, knowing that I would touch myself later just thinking about tonight.

"What's wrong?" he finally said, glancing down to my thighs and inhaling sharply.

"Nothing," I breathed out. "I'm just... so uncomfortable."

There were a few moments of silence between us, and then he said, "What if I ate your cunt?"

Heat rushed to my core. "Wh-what?"

He swallowed, hazel eyes widening slightly. "Did I just—"

"Yes," I said before he could finish, my pussy throbbing at the mere thought of Professor Lee between my legs, hungrily eating my pussy until I became a sopping mess of juices on his office desk. Unable to stop myself, I grabbed his hand and pressed my back to his large wooden office door. "Please."

Reaching behind me, I wiggled his doorknob and pushed the door open to slip into the room with him for a second time tonight. My heart was racing, my breath catching. A brief moment went by when I thought I misheard him.

But then something flashed in his eyes, a tint of gold, of hunger, of lust.

With his heel, he kicked the door closed, wrapped his strong hands around around my waist, set me on his desk, and yanked my panties to my knees. "Fuck, Bria, I've been waiting to taste you for days now."

Before I could stop him, he spread my legs apart and buried his face between my thighs, his scruff tickling my folds. He inhaled sharply, a low rumble coming from his chest, and then pressed his soft lips against my clit.

"Professor," I said in a breath.

We were really doing this with students right in the hall.

"The door... it's... so thin." I could hear everyone roaming around just outside.

"Then you better keep quiet, Bria," he murmured against me, fingers pulling my folds apart. When he had better access to my clit, he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin and sent a wave of pleasure throughout my entire body.

And, after the first taste, he lost complete control, savagely sucking and licking and burying his face deep between my legs. My juices decorated his thick, dark scruff, his eyes flickering from brown to gold.

He was like a hungry wolf.