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Well, that’s entirely too tempting.

“I refuse,” I say, even though my dick is disagreeing. It completely accepts the offer. We should go in, sit in that private room, and let Everly rub all over us.

Make us come our eyeballs out.

“Yeah, no pressure,” he says as he pulls his robe open and shows me the jockstrap he’s wearing. My mouth drops open and only closes when he reaches out, his fingers pressed under my chin, snapping my jaw shut.

“Take a good look, Professor. See what you’re refusing.”

He turns around and lifts the robe far too sensually and shows me that ass.

Well, shit.

And then he’s sauntering off, like a goddamn king, and I’m left staring after him.

I will not go in.

I cannot.

Chapter Four

Silas

Last night was my Mt. Everest. I climbed and I conquered. I didn’t go into the club and have my TA rub all over my cock.

I just went home and jerked one off in the shower like the winner I am.

And then again this morning when I woke up.

And then again before I left for work.

I’ve increased my stamina. I have a nice refractory period now.

But this is not my fault. Everly is going to be within touching distance today. So, the masturbation sessions were necessary. I need all the help I can get. And by help, I mean draining my balls to the point where they’re shriveled like figs.

If I go to the bathroom halfway through office hours and fuck my fist, well, there’s only so much I can do about it. My libido has taken over my life.

Everly is potent.

“Hey,” he says, appearing in the doorway of my office and looking fucking delicious. He’s wearing a t-shirt that’s so thin it’s nearly see-through and tight pants that show off every muscle in his legs…and the outline of his dick .

He knows what he’s doing.

He knows how vulnerable I am. He’s basically a predator right now. And I’m his prey.

The door clicks shut behind him and he leans forward, setting a cup of coffee on the desk in front of me.

“Trying to gain favor? Sucking up?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. I’m playing it cool. I am as cool as a cucumber.

“Not quite the thing I’d like to suck, but yes. In a way.”

I nearly choke at his response and shift in my seat. My office hours start in twenty minutes, and I know that we’re playing a dangerous game. Anyone could walk in and see this. Hear it.

It becomes even more detrimental when he sets his bag down and instead of just dropping it like a normal person, he bends down at the waist, pushing his ass out and moves it up and down slowly.

I stare at it, motionless. It’s perfectly round. I want to stick my dick in it.

He stands up an inch at a time and then prowls toward me. If he crawls across my desk, I’ll lose my shit.