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Tyler Brandon, Stanford’s bad boy professor, is the head of the Archaeology Department, and is called “Indiana Ty” by his students. 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. Hanna is torn when she has an opportunity to accompany Dr. Brandon on an expedition to view a recently discovered cenote, or sinkhole, in Guatemala. 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?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Skye Michaels is a Siren-exclusive author.
- Skye Michaels
Tyler Brandon’s Office in the Heritage and Archaeology Department, Stanford Archaeology Center, Stanford University, Stanford, California, Friday, July 18, 2014
“Hanna, an opportunity has arisen to visit the newcenote that has just been discovered by my colleague Miguel Lopez-Ruiz during a field survey near the ancient Mayan city of Waká in Guatemala. If it is everything he says it is, he and I are going to cooperate on the excavation of the site next summer. Before I make up my mind, I want to dive the cave and see what he’s found for myself. You might consider accompanying me on this trip. It would be a good chance for you to get some actual field experience on a new project, and it could be very beneficial for your doctoral dissertation.”
Hanna gulped. This was a dream come true, if only it didn’t mean a field trip with Dr. Tyler Brandon, scourge of single women everywhere. He was stunningly handsome, with dark good looks and a dangerous reputation where women were concerned. She had to admit that so far he had only indulged in some harmless flirting with her, but she had no intention of being one of his short-lived conquests. He burned through women like the conquistadors of old had burned through the New World. She hesitated, and she knew he could see the uncertainty on her face.
“Well think about it. I know this is unexpected, but getting to combine a visit to a new archaeological site with a cruise down the West Coast and through the Panama Canal on a luxury yacht is a once in a lifetime opportunity. The ship is called the Golden Dolphin, and it is owned by Jamie Devereau, an old school friend of mine. We were at Harvard together. According to Jamie, the Dolphin just completed a cruise to Alaska and is headed back to its home port of Miami via the Panama Canal. Dredging and construction on the canal expansion program has already begun, and I’d like to see some of that.”
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Ty could see that his teaching assistant, the very shy and retiring Hannalore Bascomb, was vacillating. This was a great professional opportunity for her, but she was always on guard where he was concerned. He suspected that his reputation as a ladies’ man made her nervous. He could see it in her eyes whenever one of his women came into the office. He tried to discourage unannounced visits, but the ladies were always curious to see where he worked and to get a glimpse of the treasurers that sometimes littered his office.
Hanna was tall and slender, with straight blonde hair she usually wore pulled back in a tidy bun that complemented her tidy little lace blouses that were buttoned up to her neck, and her tidy midcalf-length skirts paired with conservative pumps. All in all, she was tidy. The rimless glasses she wore usually slid down her straight nose and did nothing to disguise her big blue eyes. He had to laugh though. She thought she hid it, but she had a fabulous body under all those clothes. He was an expert on women’s bodies, and she wasn’t putting one over on him. He would love to get his hands on that gorgeous ass of hers, not to mention those delectable—if he was not mistaken—perfect C cup breasts. They weren’t too big, or too small. They were just right. Just ask the three bears. He laughed at himself. He couldn’t help it. He just loved women—all of them—the young and the not so young, the pretty and the plain. He loved the way they thought, laughed, smelled, and felt, especially the jiggly bits. Although she intrigued him, Hanna was not his usual type of woman, but something about her peaked his interest. Maybe it was her shy, sweet nature or the way she looked at him when she thought he wouldn’t notice. He usually liked an experienced and well-trained submissive who knew how to take orders and could deal with his dominant personality. He thought Hanna was a natural submissive, but he knew he would have a hell of a time convincing her of that fact. It might be well worth the trouble though. Still waters and all that…
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.