“Well,” he said quietly, “even when you were my student and I knew it was wrong, knew I couldn’t have you, knew that I shouldn’t even think about it,” his hand slid from her shoulder, down to the small of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently, “I wanted you. “Well,” he said, “we were sort of skipping straight to dessert, without an appetizer or a main course.”
Ifeoma nodded, swallowing hard, while Nnamdi slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, her bosoms… stopping to tease her Tips with his lips and tongue while Ifeoma sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. XXX As he pulled up to her apartment building, he said, “You know, I could help you polish that paper a little more, if’ you’d like to come over again, maybe tomorrow?”
Ifeoma felt her heart pounding, her
