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GRADY

Iwoke to pounding on the door. My eyes popped open and I looked around. It took me a few seconds to figure out where I was. The spread of red hair across my chest and tickling my chin was a reality check.

I was in Cece’s bed. We fucked most of the night, which explained why I was a little out of it. I probably got three hours of sleep, all of which were spent dreaming about her.

Someone banged on the door again. I rubbed my eyes and tried to figure out what to do next. It had to be Lina or Felix. Thank God I locked the door.

“Cecily, are you awake?”

It wasn’t Felix or Lina’s voice. My brain fog evaporated in an instant, then short-circuited. Time stood still. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. It felt like I was underwater. Everything was in slow motion.

I felt Cece stir beside me. “Grady…” she whispered. “Shh, go back to sleep, baby.”

She actually patted my chest. Her leg hiked up a little higher. Her left leg was thrown across my thighs and her head rested on my shoulder with her hand on my chest. At any other time, it would have been the best feeling in the world.

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

I pushed her leg off me. “Cece. Babe. Wake up. Quietly.”

“It’s early,” she moaned. “But fine, I’m ready to go again if you are.”

“Cece, no, please get the fuck up.”

Her head jerked back and she looked up at me. “Excuse me?”

“Dean Carver,” I whispered in her ear and pointed at the door.

That’s when I heard Felix talking to the dean out in the hall.

“Dean Carver?” Cece looked absolutely confused. “Is this a nightmare?”

“Yes and yes.” I got out of bed and searched for my pants. Where the hell had I thrown them?

The sheets tangled around my feet. My underwear was by the door and my pants were nowhere to be found. I glanced from my feet to the boxer-briefs, the distance feeling like a mile.

Cece seemed to suddenly understand what was happening. She sat up, the sheet around her waist. And fuck if I didn’t want to say screw the dean and jump right back on her and devour those amazing tits.

The sound of the lock clicked, followed by the doorknob turning. Cece’s eyes practically popped out of her head.

With agonizing slowness, the door swung inward.

Dean Carver stormed in like she owned the place. I did the only thing I could do and cupped my hands over my cock. She was going to figure out I was fucking naked. I didn’t need her seeing all my junk.

Once again, time stood still. The dean stopped inside the room. Her eyes raked over my naked body. Starting at my feet, rolling over my cupped hands that weren’t doing all that much to hide shit. She barely looked at me before checking out my junk and then turning toward Cece.

Her eyes went wide, taking in the scene. Cece was still sitting in bed with the sheet pulled up to cover her breasts. Her leg was crooked with her knee exposed. It wasn’t hard to figure out what we’d been up to.

I swore the dean smiled. Like she was thrilled to have walked in on the situation. She turned her attention back to me.

“Professor Stone?” Her tone was cool and full of accusation.

I swallowed. Couldn’t speak. Everything in me was freaking out. I had a fleeting thought that the feeling was panic. Probably similar to what Lina had felt yesterday. The fight or flight reaction was very real. Running sounded like a great idea, but I found myself frozen to the spot. I’d never felt more exposed.

We were fucked. I could see how embarrassed Cece was. She didn’t deserve the humiliation. I had no idea why the dean thought it was okay to just let herself into Cece’s room. That was fucked up.

“Explain,” Dean Carver said flatly. Her tone wasn’t a request. She was the judge after a trial looking for a confession. Honesty might earn me a lighter sentence. But I doubted it. Not with her. She’d been looking for a reason to fire me and I had given her one.