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Mark smiles. “I bet you do, but you don’t seem like the sports type.”

“No, not really. I’ve seen a few Phillies games.”

“I’m the starting pitcher for our team. Scouts from the majors have been trying to sign me. If I luck out, I’ll maybe even get to play for the Phillies.”

“That’s impressive. And here I thought, you were just some drunken frat boy,” I joke.

He laughs. “Could some drunken frat boy have made you come the way I did?”

I cough, practically choking from his remark. He makes everything about sex.

“I’m just shocked you have the amount of discipline you would need to get that far. That’s all.”

Mark swings his legs to the floor and lures me in with his lecherous gaze. “You think I lack discipline? I’ll show you discipline.” He stands, places his hands on his hips, and stares down at me like a drill sergeant. “Get up, and bend your sexy ass over this desk.”

I hesitate because, after all, we are in my office, located inside a busy hall on campus.

“Now!” he demands and comes around to my side of the desk.

I comply with his request, getting up from the chair and spreading my legs as I sink my elbows onto the wood.

“Wider,” he growls into my ear, leaning over me, as he opens my legs with his knee.

Mark takes his time with pushing up my dress, and the anticipation of what he’s about to do to me is unbearable by the time his hand slides up my inner thigh. Then, he tugs down my panties that fall to my ankles and takes my ass in his hands. He kisses my bare skin, torturing me, as he lowers himself so that he can bury his face between my legs.

His breath makes my toes curl in the best way possible. When his tongue slips between my folds, I hold my breath, unable to move or think straight. What I should be thinking about is the fact that I am doing something forbidden in my office, where anyone could stop by and knock on the door.

But, as he shoves two fingers inside me, his tongue bringing me to the point of convulsing, I don’t give a shit if someone is in the hallway because I’m about to find my release.

Until he stops moving..

“What…” I can hardly speak, as my mouth is so dry. “What are you doing? I was about to come.”

I glance over my shoulder, watching him rise up from the floor while sucking my juices from his fingers.

“You think I don’t know that? I’m teaching you some discipline.”

My mouth opens in shock. “You’d better finish what you were doing or fuck me. Right now.”

His grin reaches up to his green eyes. “Nope. I don’t think so, Teach. I have to go to baseball practice.” He bends down to slide my panties back up and lightly smacks me on the ass before pulling my dress back over my legs. “I was hungry for your pussy. I got what I came here for.”

“But”—I flip over and stand to face him—“what about the picture you sent me? Don’t send shit like that if you’re not even going to whip it out.”

He presses his mouth to mine, the taste of me still on his lips. “That was just to let you know that we had an appointment. I never said I was going to fuck you. You think I lack discipline? I’d say you’re the one without self-control.”

I frown, and he pulls my pouty bottom lip down with his index finger before taking it into his mouth.

Pulling me close to his chest, he kisses me with so much passion that my head spins. Our mouths separate, and he takes a step back, leaving me wanting more. He walks out of my office without another word, only a wink in my direction.

I am so fucking fucked.





Chapter Eleven





Mark





Three more weeks pass by in a blur of blow jobs and hot sex in Teach’s office, apartment, and even on the hood of my car. Lucille turns Teach on just as much as the purr of her engine makes my dick hard. Every time I pick her up in my car, she begs for me to take her somewhere to fuck her again. The last time I was with the same girl for this long was…never.

But the more time we spend together, the more I want to see of her. She’s like a drug I can’t kick.

Between her schedule at the club and on campus and my fraternity duties, school, and baseball, we have to sneak off to see each other at random times of the day and night and in the strangest places. Last week, we fucked in the restroom at Broad Street Beans again while the barista made her a nonfat macchiato. Yesterday, she strolled past my house on Greek Row and baited me into following her into the student parking lot around the corner, where we had sex in her car.

She hates herself for dating a student. But she likes my cock too much to walk away, and I wouldn’t let her if she tried.

After baseball practice, I spot Teach as she passes by our locker room just as I’m about to enter. She’s wearing a tight charcoal skirt that hugs all her curves and a pink blouse so thin, I swear, I see her nipples popping out to say hello. I take my cap off my head and cover the hard-on she’s giving me right now under my baseball pants. If I don’t take care of this problem, my teammates will think I’m batting for the other team.

Only Luca and Hunter know about Teach, and for her to show up in a public place, dressed like this, she had to know I wouldn’t be able to stay away. She’s such a cocktease.