Tyler Brandon is Stanford’s bad boy professor of archaeology. As the head of the Heritage and Archaeology Department, he is known as “Indiana Ty” by the students in his classes, and he enjoys an adventurous lifestyle exploring the world for new finds. As a certified hunk with a love ‘em and leave ‘em reputation with the ladies, he is sought after by every star struck coed on campus. He is seen at University events with a different gorgeous woman on his arm each time.
Ty’s teaching assistant, Hannalore Bascomb, is as buttoned up a young woman as could be found on a modern California campus. Raised by her elderly grandmother after the death of her parents in a rock climbing accident when she was three, Hanna is ill-equipped to deal with Dr. Brandon. As her supervisor and thesis advisor she has been in a position to witness the parade of beautiful women coming and going from his life over the past year, and she is extremely wary of the handsome professor with the dark and dangerous good looks. Despite his efforts to flirt with her, she knows she is no match for his tons of experience. Talk about the lion and the lamb. She knows she wouldn’t stand a chance.
Hanna is torn when she has an opportunity to accompany Dr. Brandon on an expedition to view a recently discovered cenote, or sinkhole used for Mayan ritual sacrifice, in Guatemala preparatory to filing the necessary excavation permits with the Guatemalan government. Which will win out—the excitement of the find and the opportunity for some hands-on field experience to broaden the scope of her doctoral thesis or the danger of too much exposure to the handsome Ty Brandon?
Ty is curious to see if the luscious body hinted at under the high-necked lace blouses and mid-calf length skirts worn by his very shy and retiring assistant is a figment of his imagination or a treasure to be discovered and plundered. He knows that if he can convince her to take the cruise to Central America with him aboard the Golden Dolphin, a three hundred foot super yacht that provides a very discreet, luxurious and private venue for BDSM cruises, he might be able to find out. He has recently been dissatisfied with the transitory nature of his current lifestyle and thinks he might be ready for a change.
Add in the continuing saga of Captain Con Cortelis and Purser Casey Campbell, some nefarious looters, and fractious natives guarding their ancestral ritual grounds, and you have a rocking good time on the Golden Dolphin’s cruise down the coast of California, Mexico, Central America and through the Panama Canal to her home port of Miami.
Without giving up her lips, Ty maneuvered her back into the suite and toward the double doors of the bedroom that she had glimpsed when she came in that morning. Before she knew it, she felt the edge of the bed behind her knees, and she was falling onto the soft mattress. His weight was on top of her, but strangely, she didn’t get that upwelling of panic she would have expected as he settled on top of her. It felt wonderful although she was still a bit nervous. Well, who wouldn’t be? This was Dr. Tyler Brandon lying between her thighs. On a bed! Oh, my. She took a deep breath. Relax and enjoy it, girl. This may be your only opportunity.
He finally broke the kiss, and his lips cruised down her throat to the tops of her breasts. Her nipples immediately hardened to tight buds. She gasped as his tongue outlined the lace cups of her Victoria’s Secret bra. During the year she had worked as his teaching assistant, she hid the sexy secret of her beautiful lingerie under the ultraconservative clothes she wore. She had always believed that the purpose of sexy lingerie was more to make the woman feel good about herself than to entice the man—although a little enticing certainly wouldn’t hurt. With Ty’s hard cock cradled between her thighs she didn’t think it would take too much enticement.
With his hands on the bed beside her shoulders, he lifted up on his tanned, muscular arms and looked down into her face. “I want to go as fast and hard as humanly possible here, but I realize that may be too much for you.” His face was serious. “Are you really okay with this, Hanna?”
“Yes. I’m really okay. Let’s do it before I change my mind and regret it for the rest of my life.” He grinned before he lowered his head again and sucked her turgid nipple through the lace of her bra. Her eyes closed, and she just savored the feelings coursing through her. Oh, it felt so good she was having trouble concentrating. He sat back, and she felt him lift her T-shirt. Before she knew it, Ty had ripped it up and over her head and tossed it on the floor. The busy fingers on one hand were unlatching the clasp, and her full breasts spilled out into his hands. Oh, God. She had daydreamed about this so many times.
“Have you been wearing this sexy stuff under those buttoned up shirts all this time? If you have, I may have to spank you for keeping this delicious secret from me.”
She felt her cheeks turning pink. Just the thought of being across Ty’s lap for a spanking made her lady parts quiver. “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”
“Oh, baby, I really would do that.” He returned his lips to the other nipple, tugging and pulling the raspberry tip as spikes of desire winged their way directly to her pussy. She loved when he called her baby. She sighed in delight. He pulled her shorts and bikini underwear down her legs in one swoop. Then he peeled her bra down her arms and off, and they joined her T-shirt on the floor. He stood up and quickly pulled his T-shirt over his head, dropped his jeans, and lay down on the bed beside her. Oh, Dr. Brandon goes commando. She wondered how often he had been in that state when she was surreptitiously watching his great ass under those jeans.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I’m naked on the bed with Ty Brandon. She could barely digest this piece of amazing information before he rolled her over on top of him.
He stroked his big hands down her back and over her butt before he gave her bottom a sharp smack. “That’s for holding out on me about the fancy lingerie.” He grinned and soothed the red handprint on her bottom. She felt the feminine juices that had been trickling between her legs begin to gush. Her body was completely ready for Ty even if her mind might not be.
He cuddled her close to his chest and kissed her deeply before he encouraged her to sit up, straddling his pelvis. “Rub on me, baby. I want to feel those hot, wet lips of yours gliding over my cock.” He put his hands on her hips and gently encouraged her to move. She picked up the rhythm until they were both enjoying the slick feel of her pussy lips against his hardness. He took a moment to reach into the bedside table for a condom and quickly rolled it on. He lifted her up and over him before he slowly lowered her onto his erect cock. Hanna shuddered. She couldn’t believe the delicious feeling that was emanating from their joined bodies as she slid down onto him. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for, baby—to feel that hot, wet silk close around me.” Hanna was blown away by the sensations as he started to move and thrust up into her slick channel. She didn’t want to let his delicious cock escape her pussy and tightened her inner muscles on each withdrawal. The pleasure and feeling of fullness was exquisite. As her desire began to ramp up, she took over—riding him hot and hard toward a precipice she didn’t quite understand. She’d had sex, but she had never felt like this before. She wasn’t totally inexperienced, but she lacked the confidence in herself to take control of an encounter and to take the pleasure she was entitled to as a mature woman. Hanna was flying as the orgasm burst over her with Ty following several hard and deep thrusts later.
As the final shimmers rippled through her body, she settled down against him with her head on his shoulder. “If I had known it would be this good, I wouldn’t have waited a year to try it.”
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