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This is my punishment.

I dip a finger inside of me, and then a second one. I’m so fucking wet. No wonder my skirt feels soaked too.

I spread some of my wetness on my clit and rub.

First, slowly, a pace that matches the way Louis talked to me, the way he asked me questions that made my heartbeat spike.

Then, I accelerate the pace, rubbing faster because I can feel my body responding to the male who was crowding me minutes ago, but also because anyone could enter my classroom at any moment and I need to come before it becomes a reality. It adds to the thrill of the situation.

I’ve never done this.

This doesn’t look like something I would do.

Home, yes, but not here. Not in my classroom. Here, I usually refuse to let myself be a mess.

Here, I’m organized, bordering on OCD behavior—who am I kidding? Here, I’m full-on OCD behavior.

This is so out of character for me.

The problem? Right now, I couldn’t care less. All I care about is the fact that Louis wants me, and that I can still taste his lips on mine.

The orgasm hits me almost out of nowhere, and I’m highly aware that I don’t manage to silence his name on my lips when I come.

I’m so fucking screwed.

As my brain comes back online, I realize two things.

Louis is a wolf shifter, and I want to ride his knot, and I don’t know if I’ll manage to stay away from him.

I’m so fucking screwed.

I know it. It’s only a matter of time before I go crawling to him and ask him to fuck me into oblivion.

I should be ashamed for wanting my student, for touching myself to the thought of him in my own classroom, on my own desk.

But I don’t care.

I'm an adult. He's an adult.

Now I just need this year to end so I can finally let myself accept what I should have known would happen no matter what when I set my eyes upon his beautiful golden ones.

There are still nine months of school left, though, and I don’t think I’ll resist him for that long.

Oh, yes, I’m so fucking screwed.

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Louis

Igo through the door and close it, but I do not leave.

Maybe I should have, though.

I lean against the wall next to the door and take a deep breath.

It’s taking everything I have in me not to barge inside the classroom again and take her on that desk.

The scent of her is overpowering, and it’s like I can still smell her on my skin.