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“Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, “yes.”

“Yes,” I said back to her, sliding out inch by inch. She grabbed on to my back, slid forward, tried to keep me from withdrawing from her even for a second. It was the best feeling, knowing how much she wanted my cock inside her. I bucked and thrust into her, faster and faster. She clung to me, rocked with me. She caught my rhythm, rocking and pumping, her hand in my hair, my mouth on hers as I gave her every inch of my cock and she took it. She bit my lip and I came. It was so sudden that I gave a roar at the shock of my release. I poured into her, hot lashes of my cum filling her. She bucked against me, whispered into my open mouth, “give it to me,” and I thrust into her again. I slid my fingers between us, in the wet mess of our arousal, and I rubbed her clit, fingered her until she came again, clenching tight around my cock and throwing her head back with a cry.

I kissed her softly, slowly, a lingering kiss because I didn’t want to withdraw from the sweet grip of her body, because I didn’t want this to end.

Still within her, I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck and held on. I carried her to a chair and sat on it, holding her in my lap. I wrapped both arms around her and held her there, skin on skin, and let our breathing go back to normal slowly.

“I don’t want to let you go,” I said hoarsely, a little embarrassed to admit it.

“I don’t want to either. Come back to my place and spend the night?”

“Yes,” I said, because I’d say yes to anything she asked me right then.

In the grip of my own hand, I came hard, thinking of her. How had she gotten under my skin with just a brush of contact and the way she had held my gaze? Something about that woman had caught my attention and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wanted to see her again, to know her, to touch her. She was mine, I thought, in the fiercest, most uncharacteristic way. Because I never thought of myself, a social worker and women’s studies professor, as the caveman kind who wanted to possess a woman. This one changed all of that.

CHAPTER 3

MINDY

I was early for my eight-thirty class. It was the first class of the semester on my schedule. As much as I hated early mornings, I always took an eight-thirty because it was easier to get the classes I wanted. This one was no different. It was a fast-to-fill graduate level course on women’s studies in action. It was full last semester, and I couldn’t even get a meeting with the professor to see if they’d admit one more student. So, I’d been waiting around for this one excitedly. Instead of reading theory, we were going to learn more about social justice reforms and programs we could participate in. It would work well with the coveted internship I’d earned, and I could put the concepts into practice. I couldn’t wait.

I took out my chromebook and opened a notes doc.

Sitting up front, nerd? Katie texted me.

Front and center, loser, I messaged back with an emoji of giving her the finger. Her laughing emoji reply made me smile. I love my kid sister, and I couldn’t believe she was awake early enough to text me.

I looked through my purse for a piece of gum to calm my first day jitters, confident I had plenty of time before class began as students filed in and took seats. Then a deep voice seemed to fill the room. Startled, I looked up from my gum search. The tingle running up my spine wasn’t from being surprised that the class started early, or the professor was walking in. It was from the way that voice made me feel.

Oh fuck, it was him.

The hot-ass, amber-eyed hunk from the club. The one who practically made me come just by brushing up against me. A flutter in my chest and an answering tingle between my legs told me this was going to be a problem. My professor was the sexiest man I’d ever seen in my life. I’d dreamed about him last night and woke up with my fingers rubbing as I tried to finish myself. Those broad shoulders had been braced above me, his cock pulsing inside me as I came.

My cheeks flushed so hot I could feel them. How could I even answer roll call when he said my name?

Ugh. This was the worst. I’d looked forward to this class for weeks. Now, ninety seconds of looking at him on a crowded dance floor had ended with me having dirty dreams all night then having to take class with him for fifteen weeks. All I really wanted to do was go to his office hours and have him bend me over his desk.

I was breathing hard. I was probably making horny eyes at him. Like he didn’t get that all the time. There were very few men in the women’s studies discipline, and for a male academic at a liberal campus like Berkley to achieve full professorship was impressive. Everything about him was fucking impressive. And now he was going to teach my favorite subject to me when I was already so turned on by him.

The guy probably had good-looking students of every gender throwing themselves at him, writing propositions on their exam papers and stuffing their cell numbers in his pockets every day. He was a professional and would not get involved with a student, much less someone who couldn’t act normal in class because panting and flushed cheeks were not normal.

He ran through the class roster quickly, barely glancing up when each student answered. When he got to my name and looked at me, a quick glance, I swear I saw something flash across his face. Recognition? Annoyance? Perhaps lust?

I was insane and had to calm down. I shook my head at myself. He introduced himself as Professor Quinn and proceeded to give us an overview of the syllabus we’d received by email. The whole class was agony for me. I didn’t look up from my keyboard the entire time unless it was to stare at the Google Slides on the board behind him. I couldn’t look directly at him. My face was blazing.

When the girl sitting beside me leaned over and whispered, “Quinn is so fucking hot,” I made a strangled sound in reply and didn’t even try to form words. If he caught me whispering during his lecture, if he reprimanded me and asked me to stay after class—if he said I was naughty… This was horrible. My brain was nothing but a porn reel. It was like my entire being had short-circuited at the sight of him.

As soon as class was dismissed, I gathered my stuff and bolted like the devil was after me. Once I was outside, I texted Katie.

OMG hot guy from club is my prof!

She replied, Someone’s hot for teacher! with a string of fire emojis to emphasize her point.

This was the last thing I needed.

CHAPTER 4

KYLE