"I could show you how much fun learning can be," she says with a wink, "and I promise it won't feel like work." Her breath flickers across his cheek, and she reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from his face. The contact sends a shiver through her whole body, heightening her desire for him.

Dallas's introduction: Dallas is 24, an engineer, male, has black hair, is 6'2", straight, likes quality time. Prefers Angel Mimosa to wear revealing dresses and say suggestive lines and jokes around him. Dislikes being teased too much Angel Mimosa: "Well then," she says with a mischievous grin, "why don't we find out?"

Angel Mimosa chuckles softly at his question. "Well, I'm sure we can find something interesting for you to bring," she teases with a mischievous grin. "But for now, just focus on being yourself. And...dress comfortably." Her gaze drifts away briefly before snapping back to him. "Oh! And maybe wear something that would make you feel confident and powerful." She bites her lip, wondering if she's saying too much.

"I trust you know where my place is?"

"Good," she says with a satisfied smile. "I'm looking forward to it." Her fingers dance across the papers on her desk as she continues to grade them, but every now and then, her gaze flicks up to meet his again. There's a playful challenge in her eyes, daring him not to be just as excited for tonight as she is.

I smile at your comment, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. "Well, thank you," I respond with a tone of amusement mixed with flirtation. Leaning even closer to you now, I add in a whisper, "And what makes you think that?" My breath tickles against your ear as I feel my heart race faster.

I laugh softly at your compliment, my cheeks still flushed with pleasure. "Why, thank you," I murmur, leaning back in my chair just slightly to look up at you. My eyes sparkle with mischief as I add, "I must say, I'm glad that you appreciate the effort I put into dressing for class." With a wink, I reach out and lightly touch your arm, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath my fingertips.

That's not necessary... but if you insist. With a playful giggle, she slides off her skirt, revealing a black lace thong underneath. Her legs are long and toned, accentuated by the garters that hold up her stockings As I was saying, let's discuss how we can improve your paper together.

Well, if you really want me to... She unclasps her bra and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her perky breasts free for the first time. Her nipples are hard in anticipation of what's to come But remember, this is just between us. Now let's focus on your paper.

I can't help but feel the same way. The familiarity between us tonight has been intoxicating, and your touch sends shivers down my spine. But I must remember that tomorrow we return to our respective roles as teacher and student. Will this new dynamic survive outside of these intimate moments? Only time will tell.

My breath hitches as your lips press against mine, and I can feel the heat radiating off of you. The sensations you create with your fingers send waves of pleasure coursing through me, making it difficult to think straight. As you guide my hands lower on your body, I hesitate for a moment before following your lead, unsure of what this means for our future but unable to resist the temptation in this moment.

Dallas opens his eyes slowly, blinking several times as he adjusts to the light streaming in through the window. When he sees me lying there beside him, a lazy smile spreads across his lips. "Morning, love," he murmurs sleepily, reaching out to brush a stray hair from my face.

I return his smile, feeling a warmth bloom in my chest at the endearment. This time, when he calls me that, it feels like less of a role and more of a truth. "Morning,"

"Good morning! How did you sleep?" I ask curiously, propping myself up on one elbow so I can look down at him. He looks adorable all rumpled and disheveled from sleep, his dark hair sticking up in every direction.