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  Taken by the Billionaire’s Son

  By Maddy Madigan

  Text Copyright © 2013 Maddy Madigan

  Taken by the Billionaire’s Son

  Mulholland Publishing

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously.

  I felt a wonderful sense of peace as I looked out from my office door into the top floor of the Ancient Civilizations museum. I had certainly come a long way from my freshman year here at Colbert University, when I could only dream of someday being a history professor, and being able to work among the artefacts and ancient texts that had provided me with such fulfilment as a student. Now, here I was, only eight years later and I was the youngest member of the history faculty, by about thirty years, and my name, Professor Melissa Lane was stencilled on my office door. My dream job allowed me to spend every day surrounded by so much history, and like-minded professionals, who I had come to deeply respect as a student, and now as their equal.

  This being my first year in the job, I was given only one class to teach, but I was also able to take the tutorials as well as the lectures. This meant that each week I would deliver two one hour lectures in the lecture hall, and also a daily one hour tutorial to different groups of students in my class, to discuss the lectures and spark debates regarding contentious issues. Teaching about the role of women in the ancient world, was my great passion. There were not many universities offering this class, and I found mine was a popular choice among the third year students. I was pleasantly surprised to see that there were more guys than girls in my class, considering it had a timetable clash with the more popular war in the ancient world class, which I thought would interest the guys a lot more. I was happy to see that my students were attentive and always turned up to class, which is more than the other professors could claim.

  I found that taking the tutorials myself, rather than having a PhD student do it for me helped me develop a closer relationship with my students. They often came to my office, here at the top of the museum on campus, to ask me questions about the weekly readings, or to seek advice on assignments. The only problem with this arrangement was the closeness in age between me and many of my students. In fact, considering many of them taken a gap year before commencing meant that there was only a few years difference between us. It wouldn’t have been so bad if many of my male students hadn’t have been so drop dead gorgeous. Most were extremely privileged, but that didn’t change the fact that there were a couple who were particularly charming. One student, Jasper Marshall, would often come to mind late at night when I was having trouble sleeping. The son of a senator, Jasper was also the beneficiary of a hefty trust fund from his mother’s side of the family as well. He was already rich beyond belief, without ever really working a day in his life. I could so easily despise a guy like that, but considering he was so sweet, and polite, and not to mention possibly the best looking guy I had ever seen in my life, it made it hard to dislike him. Every time I found myself drifting off into a daydream in which he played a starring role.

  I often felt like Jasper was flirting with me, in the way he always asked me what I was going to be doing on the weekend, and the way he was always the last to leave our tutorial room. He would linger at his desk, looking over notes, while the other students packed up and left. Then he would make polite conversation and grin at me with those unbelievable dimples, and his blue eyes sparkling. I found him unnerving. I found him way too appealing.

  My last student had come to see me over an hour ago, and as the museum was about to close, I felt it was time to pack up for the night and head home. Mary, the museum curator had already left a half hour ago, leaving me to lock up, as was our usual routine on a Friday night. Mary was married to one of my colleagues, and the two of them liked to go to a local restaurant to mark the weekend. Because I was never one to go out or do anything too exciting, I actually found this last hour by myself, alone in the museum, to be one of the highlights of my week.

  Gathering up my keys and bag, I also grabbed a couple of texts that I had finished translating, to return to the ground floor library. I took one final look around my office to make sure everything was in in its right place, before turning off the lights and heading down to the second floor. Seeing that everything was in order, I shut off the lights to that floor and continued down to do the same on the first floor. When I finally reached the ground floor, I caught a glimpse of myself in the window. Being dark outside, it offered a true reflection of my figure. I never did look much like the typical, nerdy, history type. With long dark hair and emerald green eyes, topped off with a petite frame and big boobs, I was the complete opposite of Mary, who looked every bit the history nerd. I also had a thing for wearing feminine clothes that showed off my figure. After all, I was only twenty-six... and single. A wasn’t quite ready to descend into tweed and corduroy.

  My friends teased me all the time that I should try and snare one of the hot and wealthy students that I taught. After all, I had been a scholarship student and so had never had time to even think about mingling with the sons of the elite when I had been a student here. I had always been a little intimidated by their confidence, that only comes from an extremely privileged upbringing. Even now, as their professor, I still felt a little intimidated by them.

  Moving from the stairs towards the circulation desk, I picked up and re-shelved books that had been left on the study desks, as well as the odd piece of discarded paper. Heading to the back of the large room to put my own books away I stopped suddenly as I caught a glimpse of a figure between the shelves. Usually Mary made sure the students were gone before she left, but tonight it seemed as is if she missed one. Technically the students could be in here until nine, but usually on a Friday, they were all gone by eight. I walked up to the shelves and peered around, and found a tall, cute blonde standing against the shelf, reading.

  Jasper Marshall.

  He didn’t notice me right away, and it gave me enough time to give him a quick once over. He really was a perfect specimen of a young, fit twenty two year old. His blonde hair was a little longer than I guessed his senator father would have liked, and his crystal blue eyes were perhaps a little more striking than I felt comfortable with, but when he smiled, he had two perfectly formed dimples that made me want to reach out and kiss. Okay, that was taking things a little too far, but with not that many years difference between us, it didn’t feel creepy to be one of his many admirers. Finally he looked up from his book and noticed me, and there where those dimples.

  “Hi Professor, I didn’t see you there.” He told me with his perfect smile and perfect composure. “Are you packing up?”

  “Sorry Jasper, it is nine already.” I told him while moving out of the isle to let him pass.

  “Sorry to keep you, but I just have one last book I need to grab from the Roman section.” He gave me his famous smile that made all the freshman girls swoon, and I felt myself swooning a little as well.

  “No problem, I have to go back there anyway.” I told him all very professional like. Acting like a horny teenager in front of my students was not an image I wanted to portray. It also showed me that it had been way too long since I had sex. Perhaps it was time to call up my old friend Michael, who came around every so often for a good round of shagging, befor
e we went our separate ways for a few more months. This had been my only intimacy for the past three years, and it worked well enough. There was little connection, and no prospect of a relationship – just sex.

  Walking back towards the far shelves, I was very aware of Jasper behind me. I could feel the heat radiate from him, or perhaps it was radiating from me. Only perverts lust after their students, I kept repeating in my head over and over again to stop the images of Jasper naked from claiming my sanity. I quickly shelved my book and stepped out of the aisle so he could get the book he needed.

  I couldn’t help but watch him as he scanned the shelves. He was at least six feet five inches, with powerful shoulders and arms, no doubt from his years of rowing. His body was lean, but well built, and looked completely ravishing in his aged jeans and navy v-neck sweater. His sweater looked like cashmere, and I had to stop myself from reaching out to confirm that it was.

  “I am sorry to keep you waiting Professor. I hope I am not making you late for a date.” He said with a grin as he gave me a sideways glance.

  Ha, no date tonight, but a very important appointment with a bottle of Shiraz, is what I thought, but what I said was, “it’s fine.” I was happy that I managed to present myself with having a little bit of self-respect, considering how flustered he was making me feel.

  After what must have been less than twenty seconds, but felt like an eternity, I realised I was just standing there looking at him like some kind of idiot. I finally came to my senses and told him I would meet him at the door.

  As I walked to the door, I smoothed down my pencil skirt and ran my hand through my hair. I knew that I looked perfectly presentable, but something about Jasper made me feel very self-conscious and dishevelled. Maybe it was my impure thoughts.

  I waited by the glass sliding door and looked out into the empty courtyard that during the day was filled with the constant streams of students on their way between buildings. Just like every Friday night, there wasn’t a soul to be seen. I caught Jasper’s reflection behind me and turned to see him grinning at me again.

  “It looks like the self check out has been shut down for the night.” He said in his smooth tone.

  “That’s okay; I can check you out at the circulation desk.” I told him while moving past him to stand behind the desk and activate the computer. Jasper came to stand next to me, on the librarian’s side of the desk, which completely unnerved me. Okay, just be cool, I told myself, get the books scanned and then put some serious distance between yourself and this situation.

  “Um, how are you liking the class?” I asked him, in an attempt to ease the tension I was feeling.

  “It is my favourite,” he told me, his voice a little scratchy.

  “Great,” I said enthusiastically, while scanning his books and purposefully not looking at him. “What is your favourite part?”

  Leaning his head down he whispered softly in my ear “You.”

  I turned to him in shock. Had he really just said that? He was grinning down at me, with those cheeky dimples, and I had no idea what to say. In the end I didn’t need to say anything as he leaned in close again, “I have wanted to be alone with you all semester,” he told me, before he put a strong arm around my waist and drew me in close to him.

  “Um, I don’t think this is appropriate,” I told him, though not attempting to free myself from his grip. His toned body was warm against me and he smelled like Ralph Lauren Polo mixed with clean linen and coffee. He was too much.

  “You are beautiful,” he told me bluntly. His dimples disappearing as his face became serious.

  I shook my head and started to laugh. This was all too surreal. “I am sorry to disappoint you Jasper, but I am your professor, and this is silly.”

  He grabbed my hand from the desk and forced it onto his crotch. I let out a gasp as I felt his cock was thick and hard. “Does this feel silly?” he asked me. His face was hard and serious, but his eyes sparkled seductively. I just stared up into those eyes, not knowing what to do or say. At my silence, Jasper grabbed both my hands and drew them tightly behind my back, while trapping me hard between him and the circulation desk.

  “I want you Professor, and I always get what I want.” He told me before he leant down and claimed my mouth in a kiss so aggressive that my underwear became instantly soaked from the intensity of my. I didn’t kiss him back, despite wanting to, but I still let him kiss me.

  “Kiss me,” he almost growled at me, as he pushed his body harder against my own and his grip on my wrists tightened painfully. I gave in and kissed him back, timidly at first, but soon enough the feel of his tongue demanding entry to my mouth was more than I could take and I opened my mouth and let him invade me.

  As he kissed me, I felt his hands change position so that my wrists were being held captive by only one of his large hands. The other started pulling at my blouse until the buttons popped loudly and went flying to who knows where. His hand yanked my lacy pink bra down so that my breast was exposed. He immediately set about a cruel game of caressing and kneading me, whilst tweaking my nipple and rolling it between his fingers. I cried out into his mouth as he pulled my nipple hard. My body responded by making me feel wetter than I had ever before. Yes, it had been some time since I had been with a man, but to be so turned on by this was just embarrassing.

  His mouth pulled away from mine and he grinned at me with those evil, sexy lips. He tweaked my nipple again, making me arch my back and groan involuntarily. “Do you like that Professor?” he asked me, his face a picture of pure pleasure.

  “No.” I lied. Trying to keep the last remaining shred of dignity that I could, although my mouth was already longing to taste him once again, and I wanted desperately to feel his body pressed hard against mine once more.

  “Liar.” He accused with a laugh as he literally picked me up so that I was sitting on the desk and then forced my back down so that I was lying on top of it with my legs hanging over the edge straddling him. He leaned his long body over mine and held my hands above my head with one powerful hand.

  I should have told him to let me go, or to leave, but I didn’t. I wanted him as much as he wanted me, but there was no way on earth I was going to admit that to him.

  Once again, he claimed my mouth before trailing hot kisses over my throat and down to me breasts. The material from my bra was digging in to me and making my breasts fall out at a weird angle, which intensified the pleasure when Jasper took my nipple into his hot mouth and sucked and licked me. I couldn’t help but groan as the pleasure of what he was doing with his mouth was too intoxicating.

  “Please Jasper, no.” I told him, my voice coming out ragged and deeper than usual.

  “Quiet,” he demanded as he moved his free hand to push up my skirt so that it was gathered at my waist, and my panties were exposed. His face was only inches from mine as he looked into my eyes and told me to stay still. As he said this, he let go of my wrists and used both hands to pull my knickers down, and tossed them aside.

  A sensible woman would have used that opportunity to try to push him aside and make a run for it, but I had clearly demonstrated that I was not a sensible woman. His dominance only worked to make me want him more, and I felt ashamed of myself for it. My shame quickly vanished though, as Jasper leaned back over me and kissed me deeply as his hands spread my legs and his long fingers started to lightly caress my tender flesh. He traced through my core with his expert fingers and circled my clit teasingly. I let out a little squeal as his finger came to rest right up against my tender button.

  “You are so wet for me Professor.” He laughed into my ear before he sucked and kissed the tender spot where my shoulder meets my neck, while his fingers continued their assault on my clit. He thrust a finger inside of me, which made me rock my hips to feel him better. That finger was met with another and together they pushed roughly against my g-spot, causing me to cry out his name.

  His other hand worked his zipper and I couldn’t help myself but angle my head so I coul
d see what I was in for. His cock was exactly what I imagined. Thick, long and very, very hard. A wave of excitement raced through me at the thought of him entering me with that thing.

  “Do you want me to fuck you Professor?” He asked politely as he rubbed his cock against my core. The feeling of his hot, hard member against me caused more juices to escape in order to ready my body for him.

  “No.” I lied. My voice sounded like I had just run a marathon.

  “It’s okay Professor. You can tell yourself you fought me to the very end if it makes you feel better.” He told me before ramming his cock hard into my awaiting pussy. I was so wet that it took only that one hard thrust for him to penetrate me completely until the tip of his cock slammed hard against my cervix.

  The feel of his thick, hot shaft filling me completely was the most intense feeling I had ever experienced. I thought I was going to come then and there, if not for his finger pulling at my nipple breaking me from my pre-orgasm. Jasper starred deep into my eyes as he thrust, slowly at first, and then harder and faster. I wanted to look away from the intensity of his eyes, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I found myself groaning as each thrust brought his cock hard up against my cervix. I had only had sex with a handful of guys, but not one of them had a cock as big and forceful as Jasper. There had never been anyone like Jasper.

  He continued to fuck me harder; my back sliding back and forth on the wooden desk with each thrust. I had managed to wrap my legs around him, forcing him even deeper still, but I couldn’t recall doing it, and didn’t care if it made me seem like a wanton slut. Jasper Marshall was the most perfect specimen of manhood I had ever encountered, and I knew that every other lover that would come after him would be a complete let down. I planned on enjoying this one encounter as much as I could, while trying to hold on to as much dignity as possible. Nevertheless, my dignity went out the window as he started to groan loudly with each thrust, showing me how much he was enjoying my body.