“Sorry, baby, I have to fuck you now,” he growls and starts to fuck.
I grab the edge of the desk to keep myself from falling over. Pleasure cripples me and keeps me in place to take his relentless thrusts that rock my body. When he starts rutting into me, I’ve severed from reality, split in two with everything shattering around me and left clutching at the fragments.
I can’t control the moans that fall from my lips any more than he can. I’m grateful that his office is at the far corner of the hall, and I pray no one is outside that door.
If they are, they’re in for a rude awakening as there’s nothing left to the imagination of the sin we’re getting up to inside this office. Me, the Goody-Two-shoes law student, and my truly dirty professor.
He starts pounding into me, and when his cock pulses, I come on the wave of a sizzling hot orgasm that makes my knees buckle. He catches me, stopping me from falling while he finishes too, sharing the release with me.
His pumps start to slow, but his breath is still ragged like mine.
James pulls me close, and I feel the rapid thunder of his heart against my back. It dulls out the drumming in my ears.
“That was so good, baby,” he whispers. “I can’t wait for later.”
“Me too,” I manage and turn my head to kiss him.
We start kissing, and he pulls out of me to right me so I can kiss him properly.
Our tongues tangle and tease and we play, licking at each other’s tongues.
I’m about to say something when a knock sounds on the door and panic sweeps through my soul.
James presses his fingers to his lips and shakes his head. I’m quiet, but it’s my breathing that’s loud.
“James, are you in there?” calls a female voice.
I recognize the voice. It’s Marsha, the Dean of the law school. James’ boss.
Oh God… oh God. I bite down hard on my bottom lip and watch him as he stares at the door as the handle turns. Thank God he remembered to lock it with the damn key.
It’s only after the door doesn’t open that her footsteps echo on the other side as she walks away.
We wait a few minutes, making sure it’s safe, then he looks back to me.
I’m so stupid and selfish. This is selfish. I shouldn’t be doing this. I move away from him, but he catches my arm and pulls me back.
“Stop,” he says.
“James, this is dangerous. I can’t allow you to get in trouble, and not like this.” I shake my head.
“This is on me, baby, I know better. I’m just not doing it. Don’t worry about it. She’ll send me an email.” He nods and tries to look like it really is something I shouldn’t be worried about, but I can tell from his eyes that he’s worried. “Don’t worry. Nobody knows. Nobody knows what happens inside this office. Okay?”
I nod. “Okay.” I’m so scared something will happen to ruin this.
“Tonight’s gonna be great. Think of tonight.”
“I will.” Tonight. I’m doing my best to think of tonight and this whirlwind romance I’ve gotten myself into with my professor, but I’m worried.
There’s a limit to what we can and can’t do. There’s only so much we can control. What happens when we can’t do anything more to keep this game going?
What happens if our secrets spill?