There are still a few students lined up to exit but the room is pretty much vacant now.
Hannah begins to pack her things as Ethan stands again. It’s funny that they think they’re leaving.
“You two. My office.”
They share another glance, their expressions angry and I don’t blame them but I’m not letting them walk out of here like this.
The even funnier thing about my demand is I don’t even know where my fucking office is. The Dean offered for me to come get acquainted with the campus and decorate my space early, but I’ve never proactively done anything earlier than I needed to. I figured I would just do it after I started teaching and now I regret my procrastination because I feel all out of sorts with these two here.
I peek behind me, seeing two doors and walk confidently over to the first one, opening the door to a fucking closet with cleaning supplies.
Closing it quickly, I grip the door handle of the other, walking through it with purpose, hoping they didn’t see that. I leave my office door ajar as I round my desk and place my hands on my hips, which feels weird. So, I lean forwardpalming the hard wood of my foreign desk slightly hovering over it and my dick twitches.
Nope. Nope. That’s not going to work either.
Fuck, I’m a goddamn mess.
Hannah walks through the door first; Ethan trails right behind her and now that it’s just the three of us again, my heart does that weird thing it did in Paris. Beating uncontrollably and wild as my stomach turns into a butterfly graveyard.
“Nice closet,one-date Dane,” Ethan says sarcastically, calling out my nickname simultaneously with the fact that I know nothing about my classroom or surroundings. “I thought maybe you were bringing us in here to introduce us to your girlfriend…or boyfriend,” Ethan adds with a hint of jealousy behind his tone.
“Who?” My brows furrow, confused.
“You said you were taken.”
“Oh.” I attempt to pull back my non-existent hair into a manbun, then stop midway when I remember I don’t have that much hair. “I’m not taken. I just said that so my single status wouldn’t be a distraction in the classroom.”
“Sure,” Ethan says incredulously.
What the fuck is his problem?
Steeling my spine, I cross my arms over my chest, reigning myself in.
I have no idea why they left so suddenly but the shift in his demeanor is screaming that I did something wrong. Knowing there’s nothing I’m going to say in our current state to talk him down, my gaze shifts to Hannah.
She’s just as breathtaking as the first time I saw her. She’s wearing a dress similar to the one she wore on our dinner date at the Eiffel Tower. The memory of her smiling, eating each dish like she savored every moment, and the flashback of that confident wink to the women at the table next to us before sheeven more confidently leaned in and kissed me in front of them and Ethan.Fuck.
I can physically feel my body sag with the memory of melting into her and my eyes soften. I fist my palm to ask her why they left but Ethan interrupts me before I can sign.
“Don’t look at her like that,” Ethan manages to grit a threat through his clenched teeth.
I’m angry that he’s saying that to me. I’m angry that he’s standing in front of me, acting like he didn’t beg for me. I’m angry that my cock is so easily ready for them yet again and I’m fucking angry that I can see the dark pools of his irises and labored breath—not from need— but for how much he’s hates me right now.
My body is unyielding as I round my desk with urgency, standing toe-to-toe with him.
Ethan is taller by an inch or so, but my presence is commanding and dominating. It feels as if I engulf him, but he’s easily breaking my barrier with the scent of his smoky, woodsy cologne that wafts around me.
There has always been a tense energy between us, a push and pull we somehow mastered in Paris but now, it feels dangerous, explosive. Especially when I can see the bulge behind his zipper, because just like my traitorous body, he can’t help it either.
“Look at her like what?” I tilt my head, challenging him, stepping into his space. “Like I don’t know the way her eyes squint and that dimple appears on her chin when she's turned on?” My feet push forward, forcing him to step back as I lower my voice. “Like I don’t know what she tastes like on my tongue?” Another step. “Like I haven’t heard a groan fall from her throat when she comes?” I inch closer. “Don’t look at her like I don’t know what her pussy feels like when she clenches around my cock.”
Ethan’s flush against the wall now, trapped between mytowering form and the immovable structure. His eyes saucer in surprise and he’s momentarily paralyzed.
Pressing my palms into the wall, I cage him in. “I guess I shouldn’t look at you like I don’t know what your cock feels like pulsing in my ass, either.” My lips graze his ear as I press my body flush against him. “I should forget those sexy, thunderous sounds you make when you lose that control you try so hard to maintain.” My hard cock finds his, and it’s just as erect and needy as mine. I roll my hips into him and he huffs out a choppy breath as his jaw slacks.
Ethan’s eyes flutter, shutting for only a moment as if he’s relishing in my touch. Shaking his head with a growl, he steps forward, reaching his hand up to the base of my throat. He grips hard, then flips me around, slamming me against the wall.
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