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“Alexandrea, a word please,” I say absently and pick up my phone. Though I barely look at all the text messages, I need something to distract me.
Fuck, I haven’t had this type of attraction since middle school. The moment my classroom door opened and this latecomer, this Alexandrea, stepped in, her breasts pushed forward, nipples hard in her white T-shirt as she tried to catch her breath. Her big cat eyes so alert as she took her seat. But it wasn’t until I stood next to her, felt that electricity—as if she’d been sleepwalking up until now, and fate decided I should wake her up.
Back in the present, I acknowledge that a) it can’t happen and b) Christ, my cock is hard. I grit my teeth, knowing Jordan is going to wait for her.
I would.
“You can go, Jordan.” Refusing to look up at him, I hear him leave. I had him last year in my Engineering for Humanity class. He’s smart and enthusiastic, but he’s sniffing around someone who is out of his league. I set my phone down and cross my arms while I wait for her.
Jesus Christ, the closer she gets, the harder my cock becomes. She’s stunning, but that doesn’t matter to me. I love all women. This one, though…
“You wanted to see me?” Her voice rasps slightly.
My eyes peruse her face. “Yeah.” I turn and motion to my laptop. “What’s your major?” Her eyes widen, and I notice the gold circle around her deep green irises.
“I’m undecided.” She straightens her shoulders, and her long ponytail sways from side to side.
I nod as she nervously licks her puffy lips. Plump and perfect to suck on. At first, I thought she had shit injected into them. But no. Alexandrea, it seems, has good genes. Her skin is like peaches and cream, void of any cosmetics. My eyes drift down to her breasts, which strain against her T-shirt, rising and falling with her quick pants.
She feels it.
Her nipples harden as I lift my gaze, and we connect.Thiscannot happen. She needs to go. I’m not one for denying myself, so I need her out of my sphere, especially now, with everyone watching me.
“This is an engineering class for students who desire to become engineers. That’s not you, is it?” My voice is harsh, and her green eyes flash with shock.
Taking a step closer to me, she holds up her hands. “Yes, it is. I may not have actually declared it as a major, but Professor—”
“Dean,” I correct her. Her scent invades me. Fucking coconut, like a warm day at the beach, where, out of nowhere, the ocean breeze entices you with that scent.
I want to take my tongue and lick her…
“Dean Powers, to you. I don’t think this class is the right fit for you.” My tone remains tight, dismissive. “I wish you the best of luck.”
I step around the table to gain some much-needed space. Christ, it’s a good thing my shirt is not tucked in.
“Oh.” Her lips form a perfectO,and all I can think of is grabbing the back of her hair tight as she drops to her knees and I shove my cock deep into thatO.
“You can go,” I hiss at her stunned face.
Spinning on her tennis shoes, she moves to the exit, and I watch her ass in her tight jeans leave, the door slamming with finality.
“Perfect,” I say under my breath and pack my laptop into my bag, wondering if I should go to my office and jerk myself off, release some poisons, even though not more than three hours ago I shot my wad down Misty’s throat.
I’m wound up. I’ve never had this kind of instant attraction to a woman, much less a student.
Ever.
I’m sure it’s mostly because I can’t have her. That must be what’s making me detour from my lab, where I have a full day of meetings and calls, to my office. This won’t take long. A couple of fast, hard jerks, and all this blue balling will be gone.
Maybe this weekend I’ll take my dirt bike out into the desert and race? Too bad Jett is on his honeymoon. My brother is always fun to compete against.
I round the corner only to see Skylar standing next to my office door, and I almost laugh, because are you fucking kidding me? All I want to do is close my eyes and see long brown hair and red lips while I fucking stroke my cock.
Not her.
“Skylar.” I nod, inserting my key.
“Congratulations, Head Dean Powers,” she purrs as I swing the door open and turn to look at her. She’s the opposite of what I want right now. Nothing about her pretty face does anything for me. In fact, my erection deflates.
