“Relax, Alex. If you act like nothing is wrong, everyone will believe it.” Looking around the room, I make sure I’m not forgetting anything. Besides my desk being messed up, everything is normal.
“But I’m a mess…” Her voice trails off, and I glance down at her.
Christ, she really does look like she’s been fucked hard. With her flushed cheeks, red pouty lips, and glowing skin, I almost want to pull out my phone and take a picture of her.
“Alex. It’s okay to like all of it.” Unable to stop my grin, I chuckle as her green eyes flash with anger.
“I don’t… that is… I… I hate it–”
“I’m not going to argue with you,” I say, interrupting her stuttering denial. “Wipe that guilty look off your face. And yes, you’re coming home with me. We’re not done.” My dick twitches at the thought of having her all weekend. Come Monday, I’ll be calm, satisfied, and my life can carry on. Then if she wants to fuck Jordan, she can.
But not yet.
My hand reaches for the door, but her voice stops me. “You get off on this, don’t you? You really think no one will notice or say anything?” She motions to the door.
Turning, I take her hand, putting it on my hard cock. “Does this answer your question?” Her eyes widen as she jerks her hand away as I open the door and step out, holding it for her.
“Don’t forget your backpack.” Her eyes narrow on me, then she spins around to retrieve it.
I wait, nodding at a couple of students who greet me.
“God,” Alex groans. Straightening her shoulders back, she starts to walk out.
“What about my car?” She clears her throat.
Locking my office door, I walk ahead of her.
“You can get it Monday.” I glance around. It’s after regular school hours, so the hallway is not packed, but it’s hardly deserted. She’s right. I should not be doing this. I smile as I smell her scent on me and hear her walking behind me.
This is a dangerous game we’re playing, but fuck, my cock is hard.
ALEXANDREA
What am I doing? I need to walk in the other direction toward my recently repaired Honda, not follow him.
What if someone sees us? Why is he so calm? Most importantly, why would I let him fuck me on his desk? My head screams all these things because my traitorous body just wants more.
Dean Powers is an addiction like no other. I’m reasoning with myself that he seems to want me just as bad. God, I need to have my head examined because I’m tingling. My pussy is swollen and slightly throbbing. I can’t believe I’m actually considering doing this.
“Excuse me, Alex? What the hell?” And it’s like a bucket of cold water has just been thrown in my face. Please God, not Skylar.
“Alex?” Skylar screams, and for a second, I almost bolt. But that would imply guilt, and yes, I may just have had Dean Powers’s cock deep inside me, but she doesn’t need to know that, ever.
Stopping, I turn at last, schooling my face to look confused even though I’m in full panic mode. She speed walks toward me in her pumps. I can’t breathe, my heart races, and suddenly, my mouth is dry.
“What are you doing?” she hisses, and I can sense Brett behind me. Every single cell in my body comes alive at his nearness. It’s taking all I have not to forfeit and hide behind him.
“I asked you a question? Are you creeping on Dean Powers?” Her blue eyes skim over me to focus above my head at him.
“Skylar.” His voice makes my cheeks heat, and since they were already on fire, I’m sure I look ridiculous.
“What is going on? Is she—”
“I just had a meeting with your sister. Why are you screaming?” His voice remains calm, controlled.
Her pale cheeks pinken. “Oh.” She stands up straighter. “So she wasn’t bothering you?”
“Bothering? She’s my student and had an appointment to discuss her theory on African ants in the Sahara. What are you insinuating?” His voice sounds condescending.
My eyes bolt up to his.
He’s brilliant and fearless. I bite my lower lip so as not to groan out loud—he’s that awe inspiring. Skylar takes a step back, as if she, too, feels his massive power.
“I… I’m…” She opens and closes her mouth and turns her wrath on me. “I saw you following him, and I thought you were stalking him.” Her voice is filled with venom, and I almost scream, What have I ever done to you? Instead, I swallow and look her straight in the eye.
“He’s my professor,” I say, ignoring my conscience that’s screaming cheater. This is all so wrong. Skylar has some weird grudge against me, and Dean Powers did just fuck me on his desk. Jesus, am I the bad guy? She ignores me and turns her attention to Brett.
“Sorry.” She smiles up at him. “I just wanted to make sure she wasn’t making you uncomfortable—”
“I can take care of myself. Excuse me.” He grins, holding the glass door open for me to exit.
My eyes dart to Skylar. She looks at him, then me. Forcing my legs to move, I step out into the warm sun and feel Brett walking behind me. Jesus God, he cannot really be doing this, can he?
“Where are you going?” His voice sounds demanding with just the right amount of gravel, causing me to shiver even with the sun beating down on me.
“What are you talking about? I’m going to my car,” I hiss, forcing myself not to look back at him as I move straight ahead.
“No,” he says, and I almost trip. He can’t be serious! My sister is right there staring daggers. I don’t have to turn around to know she’s watching us.
“Your girlfriend is—”
“Skylar is nothing, a non-issue. Go right. I’ll pick you up at the second stop sign.” And before I can say anything logical, like there’s no way I’m going home with you, he’s gone.
“God.” Taking a breath, I look around. I’m at the end of the campus and the ocean is straight ahead. I have two choices: go left and walk to parking lot C to my car, or go right and burn in hell…
“Don’t do this, Alex,” I mumble, even as I walk where he directed me to go. My stomach flutters, and I bite my lower lip, trying to reason that I’m only going toward the stop sign so as not to cause a scene. Because if I live to be a hundred, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to wrap my brain around the fact that I don’t have control over myself. It’s like he’s cast some dark spell on me, and I want him to end this constant craving.
The black car slows down and stops at the red stop sign. I still have time to stop this madness…
“Let’s go, Baby Girl.” His voice goes deep into my heart. This is it. If I get into that car, my life is going to change. The fact is, I want him. Crave him, need him like the air I breathe. My eyes scan the couple of vehicles behind his. What if someone recognizes his car? I mean, we’re off the actual campus but still on the—
“Get in, Alexandrea.” His words cut off all my thoughts, and I stare mortified, then move before he yells my name again or something else.
“Oh my God.” I slam the door and turn toward him. “Do you want us to get caught?”