“Mhm,” I say, standing with him in my arms and placing him on my desk.
Luca automatically wraps his legs around my waist and his slender hands grip at my back. “Maybe we can…” I drop my lips to his neck and tease the skin there, kissing and licking at him. “Oh,God.” He tips his head back, allowing me to nibble at him more.
Against his throat, I whisper, “Maybe we can…”
His fingers clench at my back, digging in deep. “Can I ride you?” he blurts out, stopping me cold.
Pulling back, I look down at his face, seeing his pupils blown and red high on his cheeks. “Is that what you want, Luca?”
He searches my gaze for a few seconds, then nods slowly. “I want to watch you while you watch me.”
My mouth is on his, my tongue halfway down his throat before I realize I’ve even moved. The thought of Luca on top of me, moving his slender hips, taking all of my dick in his tiny hole…
Fuck, I want him now.
Luca’s hands thread through my hair, following my kiss like the good boy he is. He’s so hard against me, his dick practically?—
“Knock, knock,” Crista says as she opens my door. I snatch my mouth from Luca’s and stare at her, eyes wide.
“Oh my God,” Luca whispers in fear, pushing me away as he adjusts his clothes. “Oh God. Oh… oh…shit.Sorry.”
“Luca,” I say, holding a hand out for him. He steps out of my reach, spins in a circle as if looking for something, then hurries past Crista, his head down, face pale like someone just died.
“Dammit, Luca,” I say, trying to go after him, but Crista blocks my way. “Move,” I growl.
“No, I can’t. We need to talk. I promise you can go to him when I’m done, but you’re not going to get out of this. Not after what I just saw.”
Short of bulldozing her out of the way, I can’t get around Crista. Fuck, Luca’s going to be hurt that I didn’t come after him immediately and assure him everything will be okay.
Will it, though? Crista’s my girl and I love her, but she doesn’t play that shit about professors and students. She’s seen professors get burned too many times not to read me the fucking riot act.
It’s not like I can deny what she just saw, so the “it wasn’t me” defense won’t work. What can I say?
Try being fucking honest.
Huffing, I take a seat behind my desk, looking her squarely in the eyes. She sits on her favorite part of my desk, crossing her arms over her chest. “So, when you said you had something to do those few weeks ago…” I don’t answer, just dip my head in answer. “Well,” she says with a sigh. “I guess it could be worse. Could be your actual student. I called it, though.” I let out a long breath when I see her smile.
“You didn’t,” I mutter.
“Totally did. He’s just your type—a cute, innocent-looking twink. But Mad, come on. Fucking him in your office with the door unlocked?”
I rack my brain and I could have sworn Luca locked the door when he came in. I’ll have to get maintenance to have a look at it in case it’s broken.
“Won’t happen again,” I say.
“Good. Because next time?—”
“Won’t be a next time,” I interrupt.
“Next time…” She looks at me pointedly so I don’t interrupt. “It might be someone who could ruin your career.” She looks me over, an even bigger smile spread across her face. “You haven’t been a dick for the past month or so. Is it because you were fucking him on the regular?”
“Go away, Crista,” I mutter. “I won’t talk to you about what I do with my love life.”
“I think I justsawwhat you do with your love life,” she quips.
“Why are we friends again?”
“Because I’m the only one who will put up with your shit.” Her smile drops as she asks, “Is this serious?”
