Gascon Victors and the Private Professor
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Copyright ©2013 Kate Hill
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Gascon Victors' life was riddled with secrets, some that he didn't even know himself. He was certain of just two things -- he possessed magic and he believed in love.
Nothing made him feel more fulfilled than bringing a loving couple together.
It was mid January when he was drawn to a northeast college located in a wooded area. For a week he observed two of the university's employees -- a math professor and a janitor. They were both single and quite infatuated with each other, though they had never expressed their feelings.
On this dark and stormy night -- Gascon's favorite setting for a romance -- he worked his magic with the intention of bringing these two secret admirers together.
With a dreamy smile he stood outside the Hillview Building on campus. Inside, the janitor Lacy Brenner and Professor Miles Taylor were the only two people left. The university had closed early due to the weather, which was getting progressively worse...
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Lacy tapped on Professor Taylor's office door.
"Yes?" he replied in his deep, sexy voice.
"You called for maintenance, Professor?" she purred.
The door opened and the professor stared at her with vivid blue eyes. His white dress shirt was open halfway down his chest -- unusual for the conservative professor, but most welcome to Lacy. His body was lean and hard looking. Glancing lower, she noticed the bulge in front of his black trousers. Her heart skipped a beat and she forced her gaze back to his face. A lock of dark auburn hair tumbled across his forehead and she longed to brush it away and run her fingers through his unruly curls.
"Lacy, I'd hoped you'd come instead of Phil."
"Really, Professor?" She gazed at him with her steamiest look and said, "Don't worry, I'll always come for you."
His eyes closed halfway and a low groan escaped him.
"What do you need, Professor?" She edged closer, standing so near that their bodies almost touched.
"My waste basket needs emptying."
"Well, let's see." Lacy brushed past him and walked to the half-full receptacle. She bent from the waist, leaving her ass high in the air, and glanced over her shoulder at him. "I'll take care of that right now."
"Oh, Lacy, I can't hide how I feel any longer. From the moment I saw you, I've wanted you. I know it's not proper or professional or --"
"Forget that, Professor." She straightened and turned to him. "I feel the same way about you."
"Lacy, I want to kiss you. Tell me no."
"Yes, Professor, oh, yes!"
"Please call me Miles."
He groaned again and pulled her into his arms. His mouth covered hers in a hot, deep kiss. Closing her eyes, Lacy thrust her tongue against his while running her fingers through his thick auburn hair. He wore it longish and she found the look incredibly sexy.
He grasped her waist and lifted her onto the edge of his desk, then he shoved his books and papers aside so she could sit more comfortably. "Oh, Lacy," he breathed, nuzzling her neck. His hands roamed over her breasts that were covered by her long-sleeved T-shirt and jeans.
"Miles," she murmured again, caressing his shoulders and back. She tugged his shirt out of his trousers and slid her hands beneath it. Her palms roamed over his warm, hard chest.
"You're so beautiful. I want to devour you."