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“This is a punishment, not a reward, Miss Green.”
I let out a squeak of disappointment as I realize he won’t even let me touch it, let alone take it in my mouth the way I want.
Instead, he strokes himself hard and makes me watch.
The whirring sound of the air conditioner overhead barely covers the slick cadence of his fist over his cock. I quickly peek around each corner to ensure no one is coming near us and we’re alone.
I press my back against the wall of the endcap and I stare down, watching his fist move in rapid motion.
I once told Jax in our very first meeting how much I enjoyed watching videos of him masturbating, which was true at the time, but nothing compares to this. Making the man I love so turned on he can’t help himself as he fucks his own fist in front of me.
His expression is almost tortured and pained, and it’s so hot to me that I did this to him. I have to hold my breath to keep from moaning along as I watch him, waiting for him to make a mess all over my shirt.
“You are such a bad girl, Miss Green. You know that, don’t you?” His features are tight and his teeth are clenched as he whispers those filthy words in the small space between us.
“Yes, I am,” I reply. “So punish me, Dr. Goode.”
When his lips part and his breathing slows, I know this means he’s almost there. So I drop to my knees, open my mouth, and stick my tongue out for him. He glances around quickly to make sure nobody is watching before he unloads all over the surface of my tongue.
I’m rewarded with warm, salty jets of his release and a look of euphoric torture on his face; so much for this being a punishment. I’m loving every second. I gaze up at him with love in my eyes as I close my lips and swallow.
Standing with a wicked smile on my face, I help him tuck his cock back into his underwear and zip up his pants for him.
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” he whispers before pressing his lips to mine. I couldn’t stop smiling if I tried. Winding my arms around his neck, I pull him in, and we kiss for a long moment.
We can make this work, I tell myself again. We have to. There is no one else for me. I don’t want another man. No one could ever measure up to what Luke and I have right now.
When he’s fully composed, we go back to our table, and I pick up my books and things, shoving them into my backpack before we make our way toward the exit of the library together.
“When is your next class today?” he asks.
“In about forty-five minutes,” I reply. “When’s yours?”
“I have a faculty meeting around then,” he says with a sigh.
“Soon, you’ll be out of here,” I say.
I wish I could link my arm through his. I wish we could intertwine our fingers, and I could kiss him goodbye as we separate.
Instead, I have to train my emotions not to reveal us. I can’t be too smiley, too flirty, too affectionate. As we walk across campus together, I have to pretend that Dr. Lucas Goode means nothing to me.
My next class is in the math building, which is just past the English one. So we stop in front of his building before it’s time to say goodbye.
But as we approach, I notice there is a horde of very official-looking faculty standing near the door. Chills run down my spine, especially when all four of them turn their gaze and stare at us.
Suddenly, I know something is very, very wrong. Luke can feel it, too. He tenses by my side, slowing his steps as if he can prolong the inevitable.
As we approach the bottom of the steps, a woman in a pantsuit steps forward, staring at Luke by my side.
“Dr. Goode,” she says with a very stern tone. “Ms. Green,” she adds, looking at me, and my blood runs cold.
“We will need to speak with you both immediately.”
Thirty-Four
Lucas
It wasn’t fucking in our classroom.
