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I sling my bag over my arm, making my way toward the classroom exit, Cyrus’ eyes burning through me.
“My office, now,” he growls, grabbing my arm as I walk past him.
“Hey, I have to go chat with Mr. Gates,” I say to Serenity as he walks past us down the hallway.
“Okay, we’ll catch up later.”
When I reach his office door, I take in a deep breath before turning the handle and slowly opening it. He’s already leaning against the desk, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
“Please”—he motions toward the chair in front of him—“have a seat.”
I sit down slowly, my nerves on edge as he slowly uncrosses his arms, wrapping his hands around the edge of the desk. His fingers are long and thick, my body instantly remembering what it felt like to have just two of them stretching me wide open.
“Something on your mind, Presley?”
My eyes dart upward to look at him. “Hmm? No.”
“Don’t lie to me.” He smiles.
“I’m not. I, uh, I’ve made my decision.”
“You have?”
“I’m going to be good. I’m going to behave.” I say the words confidently—as confidently as I can under the circumstances.
“Are you sure about that?” His voice grows deeper.
“Yes. Why?” My throat is dry, but I slowly nod my head yes.
“Why do you keep staring at my hands?”
The heat from my core spreads rapidly through my body. It must show all over my face because it makes him chuckle almost beneath his breath.
“Did you finish yourself off when you went inside your apartment?”
My shoulders dart upward toward my ears as the rest of my body clenches tightly at the memory of what I did that night.
“I don’t think I should answer that.”
“Why not?”
“A good girl wouldn’t.”
“It’s okay, you don’t have to. Your body already told me the answer.” He reaches his hand out, placing it under my chin. “That being said, a good girl will obey me and answer my questions. But what I really want to know—did you use your fingers or a toy?”
“A toy,” I blurt out.
“Just on your clit or did you fuck yourself with it?”
“Both.” I feel like I’m two seconds away from melting into a puddle in front of him. This has to be the most turned on I’ve ever been in my life. I can feel my panties growing wetter by the second and all I want to do is to beg him to take me.
“Fuck,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily while reaching down with his other hand to adjust himself. “That’s an image that’s going to be in my head all day. You see what you do to me?”
I look down at the bulge in his pants, threatening to rip through the fabric at any second, then drag my eyes back up to meet his gaze.
“I know what you’re thinking, sweetheart, but no, as much as I want you to offer me release, everyone in this fucking building would know what I was doing to you in here if I pull my cock out.”
