Gascon Victors

Gascon Victors

Kate Hill

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Table of Contents

Gascon Victors

Gascon Victors and the Private Professor

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Gascon Victors and the Batty Beautician

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Epilogue

Gascon Victors and the Hunky Handyman

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Epilogue

Kate Hill

Gascon Victors

Kate Hill

Gascon Victors is certain of just two things. He possesses magic, and he believes in love.

Gascon Victors and the Private Professor: Professor Miles Taylor and the sexy janitor at his university are about to experience a mysterious intervention. On a stormy winter night, Gascon sets his magical plan in motion and gives them a weekend of passion that might last a lifetime.

Gascon Victors and the Batty Beautician: Mia, a hardworking beautician, deserves to find Mr. Right. With a little magical manipulation, Gascon arranges for her to meet Harrison. Will they trust in love at first sight, or let the chance of a lifetime slip away?

Gascon Victors and the Hunky Handyman: Since the death of her family, Alice is resigned herself to a lifetime of loneliness. When her sexy new landscaper rouses her passion, she wonders if she should finally take a risk. Austin’s looking for a woman to share it with. He wants to help Alice overcome her fears, but will she let him?

Gascon Victors and the Private Professor

Kate Hill

Gascon Victors’ life is riddled with secrets -- some he doesn’t even know himself. He’s certain of just two things. He possesses magic and he believes in love.

Professor Miles Taylor and the sexy janitor at his university are about to experience a mysterious intervention. Gascon Victors is determined to bring together Lacy and Miles, two people who have admired each other from afar.

On a stormy winter night, Gascon sets his magical plan in motion and gives them a weekend of passion that might last a lifetime.

Chapter One

Gascon Victors’ life was riddled with secrets, some that he didn’t even know himself. He was certain of just two things -- he possessed magic and he believed in love.

Nothing made him feel more fulfilled than bringing a loving couple together.

It was mid January when he was drawn to a northeast college located in a wooded area. For a week he observed two of the university’s employees -- a math professor and a janitor. They were both single and quite infatuated with each other, though they had never expressed their feelings.

On this dark and stormy night -- Gascon’s favorite setting for a romance -- he worked his magic with the intention of bringing these two secret admirers together.

With a dreamy smile he stood outside the Hillview Building on campus. Inside, the janitor Lacy Brenner and Professor Miles Taylor were the only two people left. The university had closed early due to the weather, which was getting progressively worse…

* * *

Lacy tapped on Professor Taylor’s office door.

Yes? he replied in his deep, sexy voice.

You called for maintenance, Professor? she purred.

The door opened and the professor stared at her with vivid blue eyes. His white dress shirt was open halfway down his chest -- unusual for the conservative professor, but most welcome to Lacy. His body was lean and hard looking. Glancing lower, she noticed the bulge in front of his black trousers. Her heart skipped a beat and she forced her gaze back to his face. A lock of dark auburn hair tumbled across his forehead and she longed to brush it away and run her fingers through his unruly curls.

Lacy, I’d hoped you’d come instead of Phil.

Really, Professor? She gazed at him with her steamiest look and said, Don’t worry, I’ll always come for you.

His eyes closed halfway and a low groan escaped him.

What do you need, Professor? She edged closer, standing so near that their bodies almost touched.

My wastebasket needs emptying.

Well, let’s see. Lacy brushed past him and walked to the half-full receptacle. She bent from the waist, leaving her ass high in the air, and glanced over her shoulder at him. I’ll take care of that right now.

Oh, Lacy, I can’t hide how I feel any longer. From the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted you. I know it’s not proper or professional or --

Forget that, Professor. She straightened and turned to him. I feel the same way about you.

Lacy, I want to kiss you. Tell me no.

Yes, Professor, oh, yes!

Please call me Miles.

Okay. Miles.

He groaned again and pulled her into his arms. His mouth covered hers in a hot, deep kiss. Closing her eyes, Lacy thrust her tongue against his while running her fingers through his thick auburn hair. He wore it longish and she found the look incredibly sexy.

He grasped her waist and lifted her onto the edge of his desk, then he shoved his books and papers aside so she could sit more comfortably. Oh, Lacy, he breathed, nuzzling her neck. His hands roamed over her breasts that were covered by her long-sleeved T-shirt.

Miles, she murmured again, caressing his shoulders and back. She tugged his shirt out of his trousers and slid her hands beneath it. Her palms roamed over his warm, hard chest.

You’re so beautiful. I want to devour you.

That sounds so good!

He unfastened her jeans and pushed them down. Lacy leaned back slightly and pulled off her T-shirt. Miles’ gaze fixed on the smooth tops of her breasts that swelled above her bra. She removed the bra quickly and he grasped her breasts, burying his face between them.

Her heart pounded and her clit ached and throbbed. Miles ran his tongue from one nipple to the other, then sucked hard on the nub, making it stiffen and tingle.

Damn, she wanted him between her legs. Now!

Yet he wasn’t in a hurry. He took his time lapping and sucking her nipples until she thought she might go crazy from his sensual teasing.

Miles, please, she said, unzipping his trousers and stroking him through his silky boxers. He had always looked like a boxer shorts man to her. His cock was rock hard and she wanted to feel it without the barrier of clothes. She pushed down his trousers and his boxers, then curled her fist around his cock, loving the sensation of satiny flesh over steel.

Please fuck me, Miles, she breathed.

I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you, Lacy, he said, lifting his head from her breast to nuzzle her neck. His big, warm hands stroked her ribs and belly. He pushed down her jeans and Lacy kicked them off, then pushed down her panties.

She was so wet for him already. If only he would take her. Fuck her against the desk, but he wasn’t quite ready yet.

Miles knelt between her legs. His tongue rolled over her clit and Lacy nearly screamed with delight. She leaned back on her hands, arched her neck and closed her eyes. Squeezing her ass, she thrust her hips, keeping time with his licking and sucking. Her clit buzzed. Any second, she was going to come.

Miles stood abruptly. Grasping her hips, he dragged her closer to the edge of the desk. She opened her eyes and stared into his fiery blue ones as he filled her with his thick cock.

Oh, Miles, more! she gasped.

Lacy, you’re mine. He grasped a handful of her hair, tugged her head back and kissed her throat while thrusting over and over, pushing her toward an earth-shattering orgasm…

* * *

Lacy grinned at her naughty fantasy about the new professor. Damn, it was so hot that if she’d been home, she’d have climbed into bed and masturbated.

Imagining Professor Taylor horny enough to make a move on her was far-fetched, but so much fun. She wished there was a possibility of them hooking up, but she didn’t want to try. Rejection wasn’t easy for anyone, and why would she bother with a man who would no doubt refuse even an overture of friendship.

The man was too adorable, but reserved and almost shy. She wasn’t sure how to approach him and believed that doing so would only make him uncomfortable, thereby making her uncomfortable. Still, she could dream.

Usually she tried to avoid thinking about sex with Professor Taylor while on campus, but tonight it didn’t matter. Due to the storm and the late hour, she was the only one left.

Lacy didn’t mind being alone in the Hillview Building. She had stayed to see that the plowing was done and also decided to wax the floors while the building was empty. She’d worked from the bottom floor up. Lacy actually enjoyed cleaning the floors, as it gave her time to think of new song verses. Her passion had always been music, especially folk and country. She’d long ago given up the dream of being a music star, but she still spent her spare time writing songs and playing guitar.

At the moment she was listening to a song she’d recorded the previous night and uploaded to her MP3 player. She stepped off the elevator to the third floor and was surprised to see a light at the end of the hall. Heavy metal music blared from the office that belonged to Professor Taylor of the math department.

Her brow furrowed and she pushed the waxer off the elevator. Stepping away from it, she pulled a screwdriver from her tool belt and slowly approached the office. She knew Professor Taylor and doubted he would be blasting that kind of music. Had someone broken into his office? A student perhaps?

Upon reaching the office, she peered inside. Her surprise turned to amusement.

Professor Taylor stood near his desk that was covered with paperwork. He was feverishly playing air guitar while shaking his head of unruly black curls. Since he’d arrived at the college three months ago, Lacy had developed a crush on him, resulting in sexual fantasies, like the one she’d had moments ago. The professor seemed so quiet and serious, so polite yet remote that she’d kept her distance. She’d overheard other staff members talking and they seemed to share her opinion of this private professor. Except when he was teaching, he seemed almost shy around people. His students seemed to enjoy