A/N: Thank you for your reviwes , keep them coming! And I'm sorry for the stupid little mistakes, I'm trying to reduce them... Enjoy ;)


Her skinny jeans were torn off of her instantly. She stood in front of her professor, only wearing tiny white top and her black lace thong.

"Holy shit", said Owen, while taking a step back to admire her body. "No wait. You need to put your clothes back on."

"Come on, professor Hunt." She said encouragingly.

"Please just put your clothes back on and leave." He stated with a shaky voice.

"You need to finish what you started."

"What? I didn't start anything. You are the one who has been trying to seduce me!"

"Well, I haven't seen you complaining. I know you want this." She said, peeling of her thin top.

She let him watch her play with her breast, before she pressed her petite body against his. He didn't want to stop her. She could feel his stiff member pressing against her stomach trough his trousers.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" She teased, while stroking it through his pants.

He once again grabbed her wrists.

"I'm serious. Stop that." He said, letting go of her hands.

"Fine. If you are not going to let me suck your hard cock, what should we do then?"

"You should leave, and I should go home to my wife."

She ignored him and hopped onto his desk. She opened her legs, using one hand as leverage while the other hand was moving south. She slid her hand into her thong, touching herself. She let out small moans while rubbing her clit, and that almost send Owen over the edge.

Owen walked to the corner of the room and returned with a chair. He placed it in front of her, mesmerized. He sat down, not even once ripping his eyes away from her.

She noticed his actions and felt satisfied, moaning even louder.

"I think you don't need these." He said, ripping off her thong. "Fuck I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that."

"Shut up." She moaned, and pushed her middle finger inside of her.

Owen was so turned on by the sight of her moving her finger in and out in a fast pace. He didn't even know what he was thinking anymore. "God you look amazing, I want to taste you." Those words just came out of his mouth, he couldn't help it. He's heart wanted Cristina, but his mind told him to stop thinking like that.

"Oh, you do?"

"Wait, I can't. Can I?"

"Yes you can." She replied staring into his eyes.

He shifted closer, dragging his chair with him. Brown eyes met blue eyes, filled with lust. Her back arched when she felt his tongue on her. "Oh, Professor Hunt. Oh god that feels good!" Her moans grew even louder (if that was even possible) as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Shh... You need to be quiet, we don't want to get caught." The vibrations of his voice sent shivers to her spine.

"I don't like being quiet."

"Yeah, I picked up on that." He said, continuing his work. He decided to add more pleasure, and plunged in two fingers. Oh god, her pussy was extremely tight. He could only imagine what it would be like if his cock replaced his fingers.

That was when he heard his phone buzzing on the table, next to Cristina. Cristina looked at the phone before her gaze returned to him. He totally ignored the phone.

"Aren't you going to get that?" She asked.

"Well, I'm kinda busy here." He replied, but because of her looks she gave her, he picked up the phone.

"Shit. It's my wife."

"So? Answer. Be a good husband."

"You can't seriously say that while I'm eating you out." He said, chuckling, but answered the call.

"Hey honey what are you doing?" Said a female voice on the other end of the phone.

"Nothing much, just having a little something to eat." He grinned to Cristina and she giggled back.

"Okay. I'm just gonna come by your office and maybe we could get some dinner if you are still hungry?" Said Emma.

"No no. I think I'm satisfied. When are you coming here?"

"I'm already here, I'll be in your office in a minute. See you then." She ended the call.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Umm Cristina, you need to hide. Right now."

"What? Are you serious?"

"Yes. My wife will be in here in a minute and I don't think that she'd appreciate a naked student in here."

"Oh fuck." She hopped of the desk and gathered her clothes and hid under his desk.

He noticed the ripped lace panties next to a bookshelf on the wall. He quickly ran to get them. He placed them in his pocket, and then noticed his huge, hard member. "What the hell am I going to do to this?" He asked, rhetorically. Cristina laughed under the desk.


Then Emma walked in. Owen quickly grabber a book to hide his growing length.

"Hey babe." Owen said, sounding a bit nervous.

"Take off your clothes." Emma said.

"What? I thought we were going out?"

"No. Owen we haven't had sex in four weeks. I need sex!" Emma screamed.

His phone buzzed on the desk. Owen looked at Emma apologetically, before grabbing the phone. He got a text from the same unknown number.

"You haven't fucked her in four weeks? Isn't your hand getting a little tired? ;)" Said the text, which was obviously from his student, hiding under the desk. He ignored it.

"Who is it?" Emma asked, looking a little angry. "Are you having an affair?"

"You know, I could help you out ;)" Said the next text that came from Cristina. He ignored that too.

"What? No! Why would you think that?" Owen shouted.

"Well can you tell me who is texting you?"

"It's just Mark. He wants to go out for a drink." Owen lied.

"That is just great. Have fun with Mark. I don't want to deal with you anymore." She said angrily, gave him a deadly glare and stormed out.

Cristina started laughing loudly under the table.

"Cristina, this is not funny." He said with his professional voice.

She got up and pulled back her top and her pants. "You seriously haven't had sex in four weeks?"

He stayed quiet, his eyes on the floor.

"Okay. We will just continue this some other time." She said, wondering what was wrong with her professor. She left quietly, not wanting to upset her professor by saying something, thinking that he might feel bad for doing this to his wife.


He finally got into his car. 'What the fuck have I done? Why can't I just be a normal guy and live a happy life with my wife? What is wrong with me?' he wondered while driving, coming up to the conclusion that he needed a drink.

He entered a pub, and went straight to the bar and ordered a scotch. He stayed in position for minutes, just looking at the glass with the drink in it.

"You okay?" The bartender asked, when he noticed his depressed face.

"Nope." He answered and took a sip.

"Wife or work?" The bartender asked.

"Both." He said and finished his drink. Feeling the old scotch burn in his chest felt good. It was just what he needed.

"Man, I don't know what's wrong, but you should always listen to your heart." He heard the bartender say before he left.


He got back into his car. He was not far away from home, only about a mile. He drove quickly, wanting to get home fast.

He opened the front door. "Emma, I'm home!" He shouted.

Then he noticed the big suitcase next to the stairs. Emma was coming down the stairs with a backpack.

"What is this? Are we going somewhere?" He asked curiously.

"I am. I need a break from this."

"From what? Me?" He asked angrily. She stayed quiet. "Answer me!" He shouted.

"From our marriage." She said quietly, and took her suitcase.

Owen hadn't even thought about this, his wife leaving him. "Please don't go. We can work this out." He pleaded.

"Owen it's not like I'm filing for divorce. I'm just leaving for the weekend." And with that, she was out of the door.


After a shower, he retired to bed. Just when he was about to fall asleep, his phone started buzzing.

"Who the hell is texting me now." He said sleepily out loud, and looked at his phone.

"Have you still banged her? Makeup sex is the best. ;)" A text came from Cristina.

"No I have not. She left for the weekend. Why do you want me to fuck her?" He replied.

"I don't." He got a short reply.

"Then what do you want?" He asked.

"I want you to fuck me."

He could feel his member waking up because of the image of her naked in his bed.

"What are you doing right now?" He enquired.

"I'm at this club with my friends. Why?"

"Come over." He demanded, hoping that he wouldn't regret it later.