What would people think when they walk inside Professor Carlyle’s office? With you sitting on her swivel chair while she comfortably positioned herself on your lap as she faced you with a sly smirk.

Such a sinful position it is.

“You have been coming over to my office for weeks now, yet you still get shy when I sit on your lap like this.” she said in a whisper, she got you wrapped around her fingers. “Afraid that someone might see us in this position?”

She stared at you, her slender hands cupping your face as she stared at your eyes. “Relax. I locked the door, loosen up a bit, will you?” she said before leaning down to kiss your lips.