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So while I was scrubbing the sweat and smell of fried food off my skin, I let myself indulge just a little. I spun out the story of what I wished would have happened, and I took the handheld shower head and aimed it right where I wanted it, between my legs.
‘I was waiting for your shift to end, I hope you don’t mind,’ Rick said as he finished a cup of coffee. ‘Mind if I walk you to your car?’
I agreed immediately. I had to close the diner, so it took a while. He waited all that time, not saying a word, his eyes lingering on my body as the place emptied out and we were left alone there. At last, I took off my apron and grabbed my purse. We were silent, the air charged with tension as we walked to my car in the empty parking lot. When I unlocked the door and started to open it, he put his hand over mine on the door. ‘Wait,’ he said.
Rick’s hand slid to the small of my back, big and warm, and the point of contact almost sizzled with the sensation of him touching me even through my clothes. ‘I’ve been watching you all night and I can’t help myself. I’ve been wanting to do this for hours.’
He leaned in and brushed his lips against the hollow of my throat. I gasped. God, he felt amazing, and his mouth—he parted his lips and flicked his hot, wet tongue against my neck. I grabbed his sleeve right up by the shoulder, clutching him. He turned me so I was backed up against my car. I met his eyes as he raised his head. ‘I love how you taste,’ he whispered.
I lifted my hand and touched his face, feeling the rasp of his stubble under my fingertips and loving the intimacy of just being allowed to touch him that way. I lifted on my tiptoes, and he met me halfway, his mouth claiming mine. I sighed with satisfaction and relief as the gnawing want in my chest loosened and my arms went around his neck. He slid his hand up my side and stroked underneath the swell of my breast with his thumb, making me catch my breath. He nipped my lip and then soothed it with the touch of his tongue. My nipples were so tight they ached, and he covered my breast with his big hand, rubbing my hard nipple and sliding his knee between my legs.
I felt a frantic sense of nervousness then, but it seemed far away as my fingers sifted through his dark hair. He plundered my mouth with strokes of his tongue that left me feeling molten, boneless. His mouth moved to my cheekbone and my temple. ‘I need you, Hailey,’ he ground out, and captured one of my hands. He laid my palm on his muscular chest and then guided it down over the ridges of his abs that I could feel even through his shirt. Past his belt buckle and down to the front of his jeans where a massive, rock-hard erection strained against the denim. My eyes met his, shocked.
‘You have to know how much I want you,’ he said.
‘Not as much as I want you,’ I replied, emboldened by his response to me, his arousal under my questing hand. ‘I fantasize about you all the time.’
‘Do I make you wet?’ he teased, nipping at my lips. ‘Do you want me to bend you over my desk?’
‘Yeah,’ I confessed shakily. ‘I do. I know that’s twisted and—”
‘Sexy as hell,’ he breathed, sliding his tongue in my mouth, ‘we just need to get this out of our systems. So your place or mine?’
‘Here,” I panted, ‘Now.’
‘Here?’
‘There’s no one around,’ I said brazenly, ‘please?’
I didn’t have to say another word. His mouth devoured mine, his fingers tearing at the buttons of my uniform, ripping it open so he could fondle my breasts. My breath sawed in and out as he plucked at my tender nipples, dipped his head to suckle them. My head fell back against the car as he took my breast in his mouth, licking and sucking and his hand trailed under my skirt, up my bare thigh. I parted my legs for him instinctively. Holding on to his shoulders as my body pulsed, arousal rolling through me, I gave a tiny moan as he pushed aside my panties and buried two fingers inside me, pushing into the wet, tender folds and making me clench and rock against him. His thumb pressed my clit and worked me until I was shattering, colors flashing behind my eyes as I came, milking his long fingers.
Then I heard the rasp of his zipper, felt him withdraw his fingers and the blunt tip of his big, bare cock nudged at my entrance. A hand gripped my thigh and hitched it up to make room. I braced myself against the car, head tipped back, seeing the moon and stars far above, the cool evening breeze on my bare legs as he lifted me, thrust his cock into me, pounding me as I held on for dear life—bucking and thrusting, desperate and uneven and filthy until he poured out into me and I cried out with ecstasy at the hot rush of his seed bursting forth in my tight passage. I rocked against him, wanting it all, wanting all of him as he sucked my neck and clutched me against him, emptying in my body as I took it all.
I hunched against the shower wall as the climax washed over me and ended. I put the showerhead back, ashamed. I had no business thinking of him that way, much less imagining fucking my professor in a public place, against a car, out in the open where anyone could see. My best friend’s brother. My teacher. The man I had no choice but to consider off-limits in the worst way. I should never have let myself fantasize about him, especially now that I’d seen the scar beneath his lip and heard the unguarded heat in his voice. It was too dangerous, too risky. I couldn’t keep doing this, wanting him, thinking about him and what it would be like, how explosive, how perfect. It was just a schoolgirl crush—in the most depressingly literal sense. I would never be able to look the man in the eye after this. He had no idea that I was such a silly cliché, an undergrad who was hot for her teacher.
The next day, I was working on my group project in class. Every time he walked by to check on our group, I felt the embarrassed rush of color unfurl on my face and the unwelcome curl of heat between my legs. Even though it was impossible, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was written all over my face what I’d been thinking, what I’d done in the shower while thinking about him, all of him.
Isabel, one of my group members, was talking about dividing up the work, and Christy was texting her boyfriend. Josh, the creeper, had managed to sit beside me, and I was shrinking over to the other side of my chair as much as possible, to the point that Christy probably thought I was trying to read her messages. “You and I can team up, Hay,” he said. Even his voice was oily sounding.
“We’re working as a group,” I said coolly. “And Isabel is right. We’re better off dividing the work and doing our own part thoroughly and then integrating it as a unified whole. We can collaborate on documents and keep up with each other’s work online. We don’t need to team up. We divide and conquer. And my name’s Hailey.”
“I can, like, present the material,” Christy said. “I’m really good at talking in front of people.”
“If you get nervous, you can practice on me,” Josh said.
“We’ll all present part of the plan,” Isabel said, annoyed. “We need to focus now on who is doing what. Who wants the branding? I can do that if no one volunteers—I did some graphic design work so I can mock up a label and stuff. All right, what about identifying the demographics?”
“I’ll do that,” I said hastily. “I love researching that kind of thing, and I can get it done quickly so the other two components can utilize that data.”
“Great,” she said. “Now what else do we have?”
“Well, we have to attract consumers to sample the product through promotion and then there’s the follow up component,” I said. “Christy, which part of that do you want to do?”
“I said I’d talk,” she said. “Weren’t you listening?”
“Sorry, I think I distracted her,” Josh laughed, touching my arm. I shuddered and scooted my chair away from him a little, not caring if I made it obvious.
“I wasn’t distracted, but clearly you were” I said pointedly. “We will all present, so you have to do another part of the project. Which do you want?”
