I can’t offer her forever, but I can show her how a real man should treat her so she never settles for anything less. It twists my gut to know she’ll eventually end up with someone else, but as long as they treat her right, all I want is her happiness. The fact I want to murder this person without them even existing yet is something I don’t want to focus on while I’m balls deep inside her.
“Ethan,” she murmurs against my lips, and my heart squeezes at the simple plea in her voice.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I tell her, kissing her deeply as she shudders in my arms, coming undone only moments before I pull out, my release coating her thighs and the edge of my desk.
Cradling her face, I continue to kiss her as we both come down from our high. By the time we pull apart, her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen, and her hairis in messy tangles. She looks freshly fucked, and my heart leaps into my throat as I wonder how she’s going to slip out of here unnoticed.
“What are we doing here, little devil?” I ask, my voice low as I clean my mess off her with the tissues on my desk.
“I don’t know,” she admits, raking her fingers through her hair. “But I don’t want to stop.”
“Me neither.”
Her eyes snap mine. “Really?”
The hope in her voice is like a vice around my heart.
“Really,” I say, pressing my lips to hers. “But we can’t do this here. It’s too risky.”
Leni nods.
I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “You also can’t be sending me messages like that when I’m teaching.”
“Yes, sir.” Her cheeky smirk causes my dick to twitch on her thigh, and I groan.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
I force myself to take a step back and pull up my pants. Thankfully, she follows my lead and slides off my desk to retrieve her jeans. Once we’re both fully dressed, and she looks less like I’ve just fucked her brains out, I walk her to the door, unable to resist one last kiss.
“I can’t promise you anything, Leni,” I murmur, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I’m still leaving Beckford at the end of this semester.”
“I know.”
Leaning forward, I rest my forehead against hers. “You deserve better than being the secret of a middle-aged divorced man with baggage.”
She smiles up at me, stealing my breath away with her beauty. “I don’t want better, I want this.”
Swallowing down my trepidation over whateverthisis, I kiss her one more time before taking a step back. “I’ll see you in class later?”
“Yes, sir.” She exhales a deep breath before flicking the lock and slipping out of my office.
I’m definitely going to hell.
Chapter 23
Leni
It’s hard to sit through my creative writing tutorial with Amy whispering in my ear all the things she’d like to do to Coach Rourke, while my pussy still throbs with the memory of what we did in his office only hours earlier.
“How is it fair for him to be this insanely good looking and smart to boot,” she complains as he brings up the slides for this session. “He’s ruining me for any idiots our age.”
I choke on a laugh, burying my head in my notebook. If only she knew how true her words are for me.
“Tension,” Ethan says, leaning against the desk like he has no idea the effect he has on the females in this room. Or the effect he has on me as I recall the feel of the woodgrain of his desk under my arse as he ate me out like I was his final meal. I squirm in my seat as I try to focus on what he’s saying. “Today’s writing task is specifically about the tension between love, power, and longing in contemporary storytelling.”
Amy exhales. “Ugh, more yearning.”
A few people chuckle, but I don’t. I’m too busy trying to stay composed while the man I’m secretly sleeping with stands across the room, casually handing out an assignment about us.
