...Now she had him. He physically bristled under her censure. He was wide-eyed and speechless—exactly where she wanted him. She advanced toward him, continuing her assault.

“It’s the thesis you always wish you’d written, but were either too busy or too embarrassed to take up. It took me a few hours of lost sleep last night to figure it out but… methinks the professor doth protest too much…” By now she was leaning over him, practically trapping him in the corner of the sofa.

“I have an abridged list of references, Myles. Shall I regurgitate?” She didn’t wait for an answer. She straddled him, giving him no hope of escape. “Ahem. On the subject of fucking: day-bed, do my office, do naught with, do the deed, emballing, exchange flesh, mount, penetrate, sink it in, spurring, stab, stuffed, thrust and my favorite, fruits of love. By the way, am I too heavy? Are you bored yet or shall I continue?”

He was staring up at her. The annoying slant of his mouth and his banal expression told her she hadn’t riled him at all. Didn’t the man have any source of emotion? She wanted some sign, anything, anger, sarcasm, any downward turn in the lips she was much too close to even hint that she was getting through to him.

“Do you have an off button? Thought not. All right then, Miss Phillips, carry on. Only this time I chose the subject. Male genitalia.”

So, she’d have to settle for cute, flip comments and him egging her on. Fine. If he wanted to be a sucker for punishment, she was more than willing to weald the whip.

She grinned. “An infinitely longer list. However, I won’t bore you with the explanations and examples. I’m sure you’ll figure out where the parts go.”

“Just make do with the top ten. You can forward the complete list at your convenience.”

She took a deep, exaggerated breath. “Balls, clef, cock, cod, codpiece, erection, hard, horns, peesel, root, Sir Nob, sword and the one which gets the prize…three- inch tool.”

“You forgot dildos.”

“Why, Professor, you really have read the book! Next you’ll be deciphering The DaVinci Code.”

“Don’t even think about it. Now, for your own good, you had better get off of me.”

“Why, is my browbeating giving you a headache?”

“No, but having you rest your ‘nest of spicery’ on my stones has stiffened my sword.”

But she didn’t move. She breathed a tiny “oh” and stared down. She had managed to straddle herself right across his groin. When she tried to move, she indeed encountered a very aroused Myles Kent. “Oh, dear,” she mumbled. “I suppose this is all my fault. I—I’m terribly sorry if I’ve embarrassed you.”

Myles grasped her arms. His normally complacent expression softened. The cunning sharpness of his eyes bore into hers with a deep intensity. “Are you embarrassed, Sabrina? Because I’m not. I’m just having a natural reaction to a beautiful woman sitting on my lap. And, if you’d wanted to leave, you’d have jumped off me at the first sign of a hard-on.” His hands caressed her bare arms. He held her firm and drew her down to him. This was an unexpected battle. For this, she had no defense.

Myles was lost in a secret glory. He finally had Sabrina where he wanted her. She was silk and softness, mature curves and rounded breasts. Breasts warm and so close to his fingers. This time he couldn’t pass up temptation. There were no school barriers, teaming corridors or boring lectures between them. It was now or never.

He swore softly. “Sonofabitch! I can’t take this any longer.”

In an instant, Sabrina found herself tipping backward on the sofa, Myles’s body pressing against hers. She felt his breath, short and shallow, hot against the bare skin of her neck. He pressed his lips against her ear, growling, almost snarling his next words, “‘..served the lust of my mistress’ heart, and did the act of darkness…’”

King Lear, Act III. With that he kissed her. It was the kiss she knew she’d been waiting for. The end result of the pent up frustration of a semester-long silent seduction. Tonight’s sparing—and the wine—hadn’t helped, or maybe it had been the perfect catalyst.

He ground his groin into hers, a silent but physical reminder of what she had aroused in him. It took her only a second to respond. She was kissing him back. Nibbling on his lips. Nipping his chin and sucking on his lower lip.

Myles groaned in delicious agony. The ache between his legs grew. His balls swelled and sought the upward protection of the sac close to his body.