Edged And Kneeling Under The Professor's Desk: An Explicit Age Gap Edging Romance

The lecture hall empties, leaving only Jane and the weight of what we both know is coming. Her fingers linger on my desk, and I feel the question in the air between us.

I should send her away. Instead I lock the door and watch her drop to her knees beneath it, the way I command. I control every tremor, every denied peak, holding her there until the need to break threatens everything she came here to protect.

Her guardianship petition lies open beside us. My reputation hangs by the same thread. Yet when she looks up at me with that mix of defiance and surrender, I wonder how long I can keep denying us both before the line we cross costs more than either of us can afford.