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Fuck.

In my bed, I pause, gripping my cock as I recall the desperate way she begged me to kiss her. That wasn’t a fantasy, that was real. So real I still taste her, and my dick throbs in my hand as I imagine giving it to her again, properly this time.

I lean in to capture her mouth with mine, dropping to my knees in front of the coffee table. She moans as I thread one hand into her hair, the other cupping her breast through her dress.

But I need more.

I release the bows on the straps of her dress, letting them fall. She’s not wearing a bra, and I dive on her full, perky breasts, sucking one pink nipple into my mouth. She plunges her hands into my hair, gripping the strands tightly as I work my tongue over the rosy bud.

“God, Theo, yes.”

She reaches for my belt buckle, but as my balls draw up tight, I have to stop her. Even in my fantasy, I know if she so much as touches me, I’ll come too soon. Instead, I gently push her hands away, imagining her impatient whimper.

“Soon, sweetheart.”

Then I push her dress further up, exposing her panties. Red, to match her dress. I can smell her arousal, the musky scent of her desire, and shove her panties to one side. Her pussy glistens in the dim light of my office, and I don’t hesitate to swipe my fingers through her wetness. A moan slips from her as I bring her sweet taste to my lips. She watches, wide-eyed.

“What does it taste like?”

I lift a brow. “What does what taste like?”

“My…” She shifts her weight, the flush on her cheeks deepening.

I fix her with a stern look. “Say it.”

“My…” She swallows, biting her lip. “My pussy.”

“Good girl.” I give her a filthy grin, rewarding her with another slow stroke between her thighs, then lift my fingers to her lips. “Your turn.”

She seals her perfect mouth around my fingertips, sucking hard—

Ah, fuck. It’s too much.

Pleasure surges through me, spilling onto my stomach in a violent, frantic explosion, and I lie in the dark, chest shuddering with my erratic breath. The thought of Eleanor—sweet, beautiful, off-limits Eleanor—saying and doing such filthy things was more than I could handle.

God, what I wouldn’t give for her to do those things for real. To have her like that in my office, to slowly undress her, touch her, taste her…

Heaving a sigh, I reach for the box of tissues on my nightstand to wipe my stomach clean, deeply unsatisfied. I need to see her. I need… well, I can’t have what I really need, but just to hear her voice, to see her smile… I’m allowed those things, aren’t I?

Tossing the tissues aside, I pick up my phone again.

Eleanor: I’m so sorry.

My chest swirls with a cocktail of guilt and longing. I miss her. I miss her bright colors, her cheerful optimism, her deep sense of compassion. I miss the way she makes me feel that maybe the world isn’t so terrible after all.

If anyone needs to apologize, it’s me.

And that’s exactly what I plan to do tomorrow.

CHAPTER 18

Eleanor

Iwave goodbye to my class as the bell rings, signaling the end of another day. The start of another long, lonely evening where I try not to think about the man I desperately want, but can’t have. At least I’m going out for drinks with Juliana and Paige tonight, but I’m not entirely sure I’m in the mood.

I wander my classroom absently, tidying the reading corner, straightening a piece of student artwork on the wall. Today there was another incident with Richie and Andy, and I slump at my desk to send a quick email outlining the incident to Paige. Then I settle in to work on Safe Harbor, and get a couple hours done, but even that isn’t bringing me much joy today.

Not when all I can think about is Theo.