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But she swivels her chair, and before she can get up, I slap a palm down on her knee to keep her in place. From my sudden gesture, the pen she was holding falls to the floor and lands between her legs—right where I want to be.

Bending down on one knee, I clasp the pen and hand it to Teach with a mischievous grin. She takes it from me as my eyes travel up her bare legs. I slide my hand along her soft skin, taking my time as I feel my way up the inseam of her thigh. Teach sucks in a deep breath, and when she lets it out, a quiet moan escapes her lips.

“Mark,” she whispers, “we can’t do this.”

Before she can tell me no again, I slip beneath her panties and plunge two fingers inside her slickness. She clenches, and her entire body trembles as I move faster.

“Stop denying it, Teach,” I say, rubbing her clit with my thumb as she tightens around my fingers. “You want me. You want me to fuck you. And you like it when I make you come.”

“Yes,” she breathes, her head tilting to the side.

I slow down, teasing her, when I know she’s so close. “I want you to beg.”

“Mark,” she mumbles, her breathing labored, “please.”

“Good girl. Now, come for me,” I whisper when her eyes meet mine.

Quickening my pace, my fingers slide in and out of her slick pussy, and I shove a third one inside. She bites down on her bottom lip before covering her mouth with her hand to silence her moans as she comes for me, completely losing her shit in the classroom. I’ve imagined fucking a teacher a thousand times over the years, but none of them ever looked like Teach.

Something about our forbidden romance and the idea of someone catching us makes this even more fun. And I like her, which is weird because I never do repeats with women.

I finish just in time. She still has her dress shoved up her thighs, and she sucks in shallow breaths, staring up at me as if she wants to fuck me right here on the desk. But the sound of voices fills the once-quiet room as her students take their seats. No one notices as she tugs down her dress, not with me blocking the sight of our naughty professor.

I lick her juices from my fingers, committing to memory how good she tastes, and she blushes.

“I’ll see you later, Teach.”

As more students take their seats, I back away, and she mutters, “Office hours are from two to four p.m., Monday through Friday. You have a quiz and some assignments you need to make up for being late.”

“And here I thought, that would have made up for what I’d missed.”

She straightens her dress and pulls it down her thighs, her face unreadable. “I have a class to teach. You have a quiz you need to take. Make an appointment. The sign-up sheet is outside my office.”

“I’ll see you,” I say, pointing at her face before moving my finger between her legs, “and you later.” As soon as I finish, I turn on my heel to walk up the aisle in the middle of the lecture hall without giving her time to respond.





Chapter Ten





Olivia





By the time I reach my office, Mark has already penciled his name on the calendar outside my door, reserving the last spot this afternoon. I remove the paper from the board on the wall and push the pin back into the cork before stepping inside and locking the door behind me. The offices at Strickland University have plain white walls, devoid of personality, and mine in particular has no windows and very little circulation.

Flipping through the mail on my desk, I spot the usual invites to faculty meetings and teaching conferences. I take a seat behind my desk, lean back in my chair, and stare up at the ceiling, attempting to relax before my first appointment. I was in shock for hours after what I did with Mark in my classroom this morning. I was always the straitlaced girl who had good grades and was the teacher’s pet.

Now, I’m turning into…

What am I turning into?

I let Mark do something I knew was wrong, and I enjoyed every second of it.

I have zero self-control around Mark. The moment his hand caressed my skin and his fingers slipped inside me, I could not formulate a single thought. My will to fight him diminished the second our eyes locked as he told me to come for him. I did—and in my classroom of all places. He makes me so wet, always has, even from the first night at the club.

I get wet just thinking about Mark. The anticipation of having him inside me again is too much for me to handle. I spread my legs, push up my dress, and touch myself over my thin panties.

How does Mark do this to me?

I peel back my panties, desperate to find my release, and shove two fingers inside me, moving slow at first, while picturing Mark with his spiky auburn hair and adorable freckles.

Imagining his big, strong shoulders, his dark tattoos that run down his arms and chest, his perfectly sculpted abs, and his thick cock, I bite down hard on my bottom lip, quickening my pace. I’m so close as I envision Mark telling me to come for him with that sexy half-smile he gives me. My world shifts, my core throbs from the building pressure, and my mind goes blank, shutting down yet so alive. The adrenaline rushes through me, making my heart race as it practically claws its way out of my chest.

Out of breath, I stifle my moans by biting down on my bottom lip, and I finish in record time. Unable to function, I withdraw my fingers and clean myself up with the tissues from my desk, surprised that I just got myself off in my office. Before I met Mark, I never would have done something as scandalous as sleeping with a student, and I sure as hell would not have fingered myself while at work and with only ten minutes until my first appointment.