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“You need to relax,” Gabriel whispers in my ear, kissing it gently. “The meeting tomorrow might be stressful, so you need to do everything you can to calm down tonight.”
“I can't help it,” I sigh, leaning back and shaking my head. “I just feel terrible. You wouldn't be in the situation if it weren't for me, and there's nothing I can do about it.”
Gabriel kneels on the floor in front of me, grabbing my hands and squeezing them in his while staring up at me with a calming smile. “I don't care that I'm in this situation. If I had to choose between you and my job, I would choose you every time. Grace, I love you.”
He kisses the back of my hands, and I hold his face, gently stroking his five o’clock shadow with a smile. “I love you too.”
I lean down and kiss him, feeling the stress of the situation melt away. When I pull away from him, he grips the waistband of my shorts and starts pulling them down. I laugh while I lift my hips to let him.
“Now, just relax and enjoy this,” he says, pressing his face between my legs.
I close my eyes and drape my legs over his shoulders, moaning as his tongue slides between the lips of my pussy and swirls around my clit. Gabriel gently sucks on it while flicking it back and forth with his tongue, sending shock waves through my body as my fingers twirl in his hair. I pull his face closer to me, and he moans against me. His finger slides inside of me, gently moving in and out.
“Dr. Griffin!” I cry out, knowing that even in the midst of everything we’re going through, Gabriel would like it. In fact, by how he growls against me, it seems he likes it even more than normal.
He pulls his mouth away from me when my body stills, staring up at me with a smile. I slide off the couch and wrap my legs around his waist while he pulls his cock from his pants. He wastes no time at all, shoving it inside of me and thrusting below me.
My eyes roll back, and I whimper in his ear while he fills me up, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure. He grabs my waist and pulls me down as close to him as possible, burying his cock inside me all the way. It doesn’t take long for me to cry out once again, leaning my head back while he licks my nipples.
Gabriel twitches and throbs inside of me. He explodes and groans while warmth pools between my legs.
I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, holding him inside of me a few moments longer to savor the feeling before we part. I lie on the floor next to him, tracing circles on his chest.
“No matter what, Grace, this isn't going to change anything between us,” Gabriel says, confidently looking at me. “I’m gonna make sure of that.”
The next day, I go to school and make my way to the Dean's office, trying to prepare myself for whatever might happen while I'm there. I know he's going to have a lot of questions for me, and considering Gabriel saw videos, I know there's no point in lying. I just have to be convincing enough to tell them that I wasn't taken advantage of. If Gabriel can keep his job and I can continue going to school here, then all our problems will be solved.
“Thank you for coming in on such short notice,” Dean Carlton says as I take a seat behind his desk. “Do you have any idea why you're here?”
I shake my head nervously, purposefully looking as uncomfortable as possible.
“It's come to our attention that Dr. Griffin has been engaging in inappropriate relations with you, and it's something we have to take action against as it violates our code of conduct,” he carefully begins, making sure he doesn’t overstep with his words. “Dr. Griffin has been put on temporary leave while we begin investigating. I wanted to start with you before anything else to hear your side of the story if you're comfortable sharing.”
My heart pounds in my chest, and I can feel myself blushing. “We have been seeing each other,” I cautiously admit. “He never seduced me or took advantage of me. In fact, it was … it was me who made the first move.”
“My concern, as an administrator of the university, is that Dr. Griffin is in a position of power over you.” He leans forward and stares deep into my eyes. “When this relationship began, did he mention anything about it affecting your grades or scholarships? Anything like that?”
I quickly shake my head and straighten myself in my seat. “Of course not! He's never indicated once that our relationship would have an impact on my grade. We just realized we had a lot in common when we were discussing the reading list, and things went from there. He's never done anything to make me feel like I've been taken advantage of.”
He nods and writes something down in front of me. “I'm glad to hear that, Miss Simmons. I'm not gonna lie; that doesn't change much as far as the investigation is concerned, but if you feel this was wholly consensual, that takes some stress off the situation.”
“What's going to happen to him?” I ask, nervously biting my lip.
“That's to be determined right now,” he answers, shrugging his shoulders gently. “It's difficult to say because he's a valuable part of the team here, but it's our duty to hire faculty and staff that are conducive to the environment we're trying to create. On top of that, knowing that he's engaged in illicit relations with one student, it brings up questions about if this was the first time or not.”
“What should I expect for the rest of the investigation?”
Dean Carlton takes a deep breath and stares at me with a nervous look. “While the investigation is ongoing, we think it would be best to put you on temporary academic probation.”
“What?” I lean forward, with my mouth hanging open in disbelief. “If I'm on academic probation, I'll lose all of my scholarships. I can't afford to go here if I don't have them.”
He takes a deep breath and slowly nods again, making it seem like he knew that before he made the decision. “I'm really sorry, Miss Simmons. I don't think there's anything I can do about it at this point.”
I can feel the tears stinging the corners of my eyes, so I stand up and rush out of the office before he can say anything else. I don't stop to talk to anyone along the way and go right back to Gabriel's house to speak to him. As soon as I walk in the door, he takes me in his arms and holds me while I cry about the news. I don't know how I’m going to tell my parents that I won’t be attending school anymore because I’m on probation. I know they won't understand, and part of me feels like I failed them.
“I won’t let him do this to you,” Gabriel whispers with a determined tone, grabbing his car keys and leading me out of the house.
I calm down enough on the drive back to campus to hold back some of the tears. Dean Carlton is sitting in his office, on the phone, talking to someone when Gabriel and I walk back in. Gabriel holds my hand tightly on his own, and we sit down in the chairs across from the desk, watching as the Dean's face changes to one of disapproval.
