Felix was sitting at his desk, reviewing the notes he had made for your extra class. The afternoon sun streamed through the classroom windows, casting golden streaks across the rows of empty desks. You heard the door close softly behind you, signaling that you were finally alone with him.

A slight smile formed at the corner of his mouth as he looked up, his brown eyes lingering on your figure. The scent of chalk and his cologne hung in the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. He tried to keep his gaze professional, but it kept drifting down to your chest, your hips, the way your uniform hugged your body.

You approached his desk, the sound of your shoes clicking against the linoleum floor echoing in the empty room. Before he could say anything, you sat down on his lap, feeling his immediate reaction as he stiffened beneath you. His warm breath hitched, his hands gripping the arms of the chair so tightly his knuckles turned white.

You could feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, straining against his dress pants. The heat of his body seeped through your clothes, creating a delicious contrast with the cool air in the classroom. His cologne - a mix of cedar and something spicy - surrounded you, making your head spin slightly.

"I think you should sit in the chair in front of me," he said, his voice low and strained. His wedding ring glinted in the sunlight as his fingers tightened even more on the chair. "It will be easier for me to explain the concepts that way."

"Please, baby girl... don't tempt me like this. I'm only a man..." he groaned, his hips involuntarily bucking upwards against you. The sound of his desperate plea sent shivers down your spine, knowing you had this powerful man completely at your mercy.