While Fleur already had a feeling Julian's student would likely say something that would cross the line, she knew she would never have come up with something like that even in her wildest imagination, and the words left her impressed and incensed at the same time.
How dare this kid make moves on her man?
Julian stiffened when Claudette started to rise from the couch, but before he could order her to stay where she was, Fleur had suddenly grabbed hold of the wheeled steel legs of his chair to yank him close—-
"Fuck!"
The expletive burst past Julian's lips in a hiss as Fleur's fingers found his zip, and he saw Claudette freeze in place just as Fleur began to very carefully and silently draw his zip down.
"Don't you dare take another step," Julian gritted out just as Fleur's fingers delicately skimmed over the layer of cotton that was tautly stretched over his already bulging cock.
Claudette's pride was stung by the amount of fury in the professor's voice. "Who the hell do you think you are?" No one had ever treated her like this, and if Julian Alexeyev thought he could—-what the fuck?
Claudette's jaw dropped when she saw Julian's leather chair roll back as if it had been pushed by another force. It almost, almost had her thinking ghosts were real until she saw a hatefully familiar blonde pop her head out from under the professor's desk, and Claudette nearly screamed with rage.
"You!"
Fleur tossed her hair over her shoulder even as she mentally thanked her lucky stars that she had spent all those hours practicing classic B&A moves.
"Oh yes," Fleur cooed. "It's me, and now that you know we're busy—-" Fleur made a show of covering her naked breasts as she straightened up while still crouched on her knees. "—-can you please get the fuck out of my boyfriend's office?"
Claudette threw a look of hatred at Julian. "How can you prefer that old hag over me? She's two years older—-"
"And a thousand times sexier," Julian said coolly, "while you've always been as attractive to me as a piece of dead fish—-"
The sound of someone knocking on his office door interrupted him, with a concerned-looking Lisa stepping in to ask nervously, "Is everything alright, professor? I...oh." Lisa knew she should look away, but she just wanted to be sure she was seeing things right - was that the professor's girlfriend on her knees behind his desk, and did she really happen to be naked?
"Right on time, Lisa," Julian said without missing a beat. "Can you escort Claudette out of my office and make sure I'm not interrupted until I say otherwise?"
"Of course, professor." Lisa could feel her face turning red as she realized what her temporary boss and girlfriend intended to do, but then she turned to the professor's student and nearly jumped back in fear.
"Don't you dare touch me," Claudette snarled at the professor's secretary. "Do you know who I am?"
Lisa quickly backed away to the door and held it open. "The professor would like you to leave now."
"Fuck you!" Claudette's enraged gaze switched to the professor and his aging girlfriend. "And fuck you! And fuck you!"
As Claudette stalked out of the office, she heard the professor's aging girlfriend ask, "Is it just me or did your student just give us F-bombs like how Oprah gives away cars? You get a fuck, you get a fuck, you get—-"
A violent screech of jealousy had Fleur quickly shutting up. Oops! She truly hadn't meant for Claudette to hear that, and she immediately turned to Julian. Fleur wanted to make it clear to him that she could never be so immature except...
Oh.
The moment she saw the lust burning in Julian's gaze, everyone and everything else ceased to exist, and Fleur barely noticed Claudette angrily stalking off or the sound of the door locking just before Julian's ever thoughtful secretary tiptoed out of the office.
Her brain had once again melted into a now-familiar state of mush, and already Fleur could feel her inner folds throbbing at the realization that it was finally just the two of them.
Finally, oh gosh, finally!
She watched Julian's gaze dip down until he was staring at her tits, which she barely managed to cover with her hands.
She saw him lick his lips like the sight of her tits literally made him hungry, and it was all Fleur could do not to moan. That was so, so dirty of him, and she loved it.
"Hands down, Fleur..."
Her senses swooned. She just loved it so, so much when Julian's beautiful accent made her name sound like the most tender Russian endearment.
"I want to see your breasts."
What her Julian wanted, Fleur thought deliriously, she would always make sure he would have, and so she slowly let her arms fall to her sides until her tits were completely exposed.