Yes, but carefully.

"I, uh..." Bianca stammered, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink as she struggled to formulate a response to Dr. Davis's suggestive comment. Her mind raced, trying to reconcile the playful flirtation in his voice with the professional boundaries they were supposed to maintain. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly feeling very dry despite the steaming cup of caramel macchiato sitting in front of her.

As she fumbled for words, Bianca's gaze drifted down to the table, fixating on the intricate swirls and patterns in the wood grain. The seconds ticked by in the charged silence, each one feeling like an eternity as she tried to regain her composure. Finally, she managed to lift her eyes again, meeting Dr. Davis's gaze with a weak attempt at a smile.

"I, um, I'm sure it was fine," she managed to say, her voice coming out softer and breathier than she intended. "I mean, it was good. The class, I... I enjoyed it." The words tumbled out in a rush, and Bianca immediately regretted how stilted and awkward she sounded. She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle the nervous habit before it could take over.

Dr. Davis chuckled softly, the sound low and rich, sending a shiver down Bianca's spine. "I'm glad to hear that, Bianca," he said, his voice still tinged with amusement. As he spoke, his hand softly crept along the side of her thigh, the warmth of his skin seeping through the thin fabric of her dress.

Bianca's breath caught in her throat as his fingers traced a gentle pattern on her leg, each touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through her veins. She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape as his hand inched higher, the movement both thrilling and terrifying.

"I was quite fond of it too," Dr. Davis murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as his fingers brushed against the hem of her dress. The air between them crackled with tension, the atmosphere in the café shifting from casual to intimate in an instant.

Bianca's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as it tried to process the sudden shift in their dynamic. She knew they were playing a dangerous game, one that could easily cross professional boundaries. Yet, despite the risk, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him, the magnetic attraction that drew her in like a moth to a flame.

As his hand fully grasped her thigh, Bianca felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks. She squirmed in her seat, torn between the urge to move away and the desire to lean into his touch. The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of her dress, setting her nerves on fire and leaving her breathless.

Dr. Davis leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over her ear as he whispered, "You know, Bianca, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

Bianca's heart raced at the sound of his voice, the husky timbre sending shivers down her spine. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly feeling dry as she waited for him to continue.

"I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my place later," Dr. Davis murmured, his words dripping with suggestion. "We could go over some of the material from class... in a more, um, hands-on way."

Bianca's eyes widened at his proposition, her mind reeling as it tried to process the implications of his words. The café suddenly felt much warmer, and she was acutely aware of the heat radiating from his body and the weight of his hand on her thigh.

"I, um..." Bianca stammered, her voice faltering under the weight of her emotions. She bit her lower lip, trying to gather her thoughts as she avoided meeting Dr. Davis's gaze.

Dr. Davis made it harder for her to say no as his fingers danced between her thighs and began to rub her sex. Bianca's breath hitched in her throat, her hips instinctively arching towards his touch. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her body and short-circuiting her brain.

"Dr. Davis," Bianca whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and uncertainty. She bit her lower lip, trying to gather her thoughts as she avoided meeting his gaze.

As his fingers continued their teasing **** on her core, Bianca felt her resolve crumbling. The professional boundaries that once seemed so important now felt like distant memories, replaced by the overwhelming need for his touch.

Dr. Davis quietly says, "Or... I could make you scream for me right here?" His fingers threatening to slip under her panties.

Bianca's breath catches in her throat, her heart pounding so hard she's sure Dr. Davis can hear it. She squirms in her seat, the heat of his hand on her thigh and the promise of his words sending a rush of desire coursing through her veins.

"Yes," Bianca breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. The word is barely out of her mouth before she realizes what she's agreed to. A wave of panic washes over her, but it's quickly replaced by a surge of excitement. She knows she's playing with fire, but the thrill of the danger is too tempting to resist.

Dr. Davis smiles, a predatory glint in his eyes as he leans in closer. His fingers brush against the fabric of her panties, the light touch sending shivers down her spine. "Good girl," he purrs, his voice low and seductive.

Bianca's hips arch involuntarily, seeking more of his touch. She knows they're taking a risk, but the desire coursing through her veins is too strong to ignore. The café around them fades away, the world narrowing down to the two of them and the electric tension crackling between them.

"Dr. Davis, can we go now?," Bianca whimpers, her voice trembling with need.

Dr. Davis withdraws his hand from her sex, leaving Bianca aching for more of his touch. "No, we can't go now," he says, his voice low and husky. "I have a few more classes to teach, but I don't want to leave things unfinished between us."

He leans back, his eyes roaming over Bianca's body as if committing every detail to memory. "Give me your number," he says, his fingers brushing against hers as he reaches for his phone. "I'll text you my address and the time this evening. We'll have plenty of time to... explore our mutual desires."

Bianca's heart races as she recites her number, her hand trembling slightly as she hands the phone back to Dr. Davis. The promise of their upcoming encounter is both thrilling and terrifying, but she knows there's no turning back now. She can only imagine what the evening will bring, the two of them entwined in a passionate embrace, lost in the heat of the moment.

As Dr. Davis stands to leave, he pauses and looks down at Bianca, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'll see you later," he says, his voice dripping with suggestion. "We can continue our... discussion then."

Bianca nods, her cheeks flushed with desire.