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I opened my eyes and forced myself to look at him, feeling light-headed, euphoric. He stared at me for only a second before he curled his hand around my nape, leaned in, and pressed his mouth to mine.
He kissed me slowly at first, passionately. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on tight. He stepped closer to me, and I felt the hard outline of his cock through his slacks. A rush of wetness spilled from me.
I was ready for him, primed.
I slipped my tongue between his lips and moaned, and as the kiss became even more passionate, as Lucian ground his cock against my belly, I knew that if I let myself, if we both let ourselves go right in this moment, he’d consume me over and over again.
And I’d let him because I desperately wanted all of it.
And then the sound of three knocks on his office door had my entire body freezing, and my heart stopping. I broke the kiss and looked toward the door, staring at the handle and expecting it to turn, expecting someone just to storm right in, demand to know what we were doing.
Lucian still had his hands on me, still kept me close. I looked at him and saw how composed he was, no worry etched into his face, no concern radiating from him.
He lifted his hand and cupped the side of my face, smoothing his thumb along my lip, gently pulling the flesh down and letting it go so it went back into place.
“Professor Goode? I have those files you requested.”
I knew that voice, knew who stood on the other side of the door. It was his TA, Ashley.
Fear and concern at being caught and Lucian getting in trouble coursed through me. But as I stared into Lucian’s dark eyes, his calmness further eased me. He leaned in and kissed me softly. This kiss wasn’t sexual. It was a mark of ownership.
He pulled back and took my hand, leading me over to one of the chairs and gently sitting me down. I watched, my arousal rising once again, as he adjusted his erection behind his fly and went back to sit behind his desk.
“Come in, Ashley.”
I tried to keep my hands still, but they shook, the aftereffects of my orgasm still coursing through me. His TA opened the door, her attention on the files she held as she looked through the papers.
She stood by his desk, not even realizing I was sitting there, as she started talking to him about class assignments, papers that were graded, and midterms coming up. And the whole time Lucian stared right at me, a small, satisfied smirk on his face. He said something to her, but all I heard was this buzzing in my ears, drowning everything else out.
“Thank you, Ashley,” he said while still staring at me. “That’ll be it for the day.”
It was then that she looked up at him, saw his attention on me, and looked over at where I sat. Her eyes widened a little bit, and she pushed her glasses up her nose.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in here with a student.”
I had my hands curled tightly together, hoping she couldn’t tell that I was flushed because Professor Goode had just gotten me off against the side of the wall.
I gave her a tight-lipped smile and was thankful when she excused herself and left, shutting the door behind her.
The breath I’d been holding released, and I looked over at Lucian. He still had that small smile on his face, and I felt a flash of heat start at my neck and cover my face.
And then I watched as he looked at his hand and ran his tongue across his fingers, the same ones that had just been buried deep inside of my body. My mouth parted slightly, and a small sound escaped me. He hummed low, the sound of his pleasure filling the office.
“The flavor of you on my fingers makes me never want to wash my fucking hands.”
God, the things he said to me turned me on so much.
“Tonight, Grace. I’m going to pick you up and take you out. I don’t care who sees. You’re mine. Do you understand what that means?”
I found myself nodding, realizing exactly how connected we were, how much Lucian really wanted me. There was no going back.
* * *
Professor Goode
She’d leftten minutes ago, and all I wanted to do was bring her back into my office, to finish what we’d started. I still couldn’t focus, couldn’t get back to work. The image of her in my head, the scent of her on my fingers, the taste of her on my tongue, had me feeling feral.
I lifted my hand and brought the digits to my nose, closing my eyes and inhaling deeply. She smelled sweet and musky. She smelled like she was all mine.
