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“What’s wrong?” She presses the question against my lips as if she’s trying to coax out the truth.
I desire you more than my next breath.
But it’s far too massive to make its way out. Instead, I kiss her, wishing I could’ve met her at another time. In another life where we no longer meet in secret. Perhaps in a few more months…
“I want to taste you again,” I grind out before pushing her onto my desk. She presses her legs together but I’m too impatient for her coyness. “Don’t hide your perfect pussy from me.”
I push her knees apart and slide my hands to her thighs, pressing them further away from each other, dragging her body toward me as I begin to settle in. I can already see thewet spot in her perfectly white cotton panties and my cock hardens near painfully.
She’s going to make me feral, rutting until we’re both unable to walk out of this office with our senses intact.
I’m about to yank her panties from her body when I hear a knock at my door.
The grumble from my chest is animalistic and I reach down to adjust my erection. What the fuck could be so important that it’s worth interrupting this moment? And who the fuck would be here before the morning classes have even begun?
“One moment,” I call out, helping a wide-eyed Sabrina up from the desk. She adjusts herself but her flush makes our interaction too obvious. “It’s okay.Tranqui.”
My reassurance falls on deaf ears, her eyes still on the door.
I chuckle, bringing my hands to her face so she’s forced to look at me. “You may hide under my desk if you’d like.”
Her scowl is immediate, and I hold my hands up in mock surrender, walking over to the door. With a flick, I unlock it and step out, leaving it slightly open.
“Ah,” I start at the sight of Tómas, one of my oldest friends, who also happens to be one of the deans here. “You look like you want to have a conversation. I’m a little busy at the moment, but I can stop by your office later.”
The expression on his face is one I haven’t seen since the end of an era. We were once two young men, sowing our oats and fucking models and actresses after Hollywood parties, coked out of our minds. Only he grew up far faster than I did, leaving that life behind before I’d had my fill of it. After all, it wasn’t like I had much else going for me at the time, outside of chasing my directorial dreams. Being alone in this country hadn’t always been good for or to me.
I try to keep from thinking back on the numbness of it as I meet his shrewd stare.
“Make sure you do that,” he tells me, gazing past me to look inside my office. When I glance back, Sabrina has opened the door, excusing herself.
Minchia!
“Thank you for the notes, Professor,” she rushes out before exiting my office. I watch as she walks away, not bothering to hide the longing in my eyes. I prefer her company over his right now.
Tómas clears his throat and I’m reminded of those talks we used to have when he’d remind me that I have to grow up someday. In his eyes someday has yet to come.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks and I finally look at him again, shrugging my shoulders.
I can’t tell him that she isn’t like the others. I can’t tell him that I want her in a way I’ve never experienced before…that I’m falling in love with her. He’d scoff at the notion, as if I’m incapable.
No, Tómas would rather see me wrangled by my controlling ex-wife. Sometimes I think he prefers her over me.
“Nothing illegal,” I assure him, stepping back into my office and leaving the door open, should he decide to continue the conversation. Much to my annoyance, he comes in and closes the door.
“You’re not here to cherry pick your next fuck, Pugliesi,” he spits out, his face reddening. “I put my ass on the line to get you here and with each rumor, I regret it more and more.”
I settle in my seat behind my desk, trying not to smirk.
Because we both know that I don’t have to be here. We both know he nearly begged for me to come.
And if I fucked a student or two, it’s nothing compared to the money and attention my presence has brought back to this school.
“In your version of events, what is your resolution?” I ask, folding my hands together and watching as he yanks one of my chairs back and sinks into it.
“Don’t fuck with my job.” He glances out of the window behind me before meeting my gaze.
“I thought I was here tohelpyour job,” I remind him, leaning back in my chair before bringing my ankle to rest on my opposite knee.
