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It's too late for reason at this point, and before I can even think about stopping myself, I'm moving downward, massaging her left tit with my hand, before I close my lips around her exposed nipple.

The loud moan she releases in response should scare me, it should warn me to bring an end to this, before someone knocks on my door, or—even worse—just marches into the room unannounced.

Yet, any thoughts of caution are as quickly dismissed as they appear, and instead, I relish the sensation of her nipple growing harder beneath my touch. She's arching her back even stronger now, practically pushing herself against me, while I continue to pleasure her with my tongue. I suck on her nipple, releasing the pressure only to add an affectionate bite, before I circle the sensitive spot with my tongue, and then do it all again.

She's constraining herself now, I can feel it in the way her body tenses, while her moans become more quiet and are replaced by an ecstatic breathing rhythm.

I move over to the other side, once again astonished at the size of her perfect breasts. How pretty they would be with some rope, maybe a Hishi Karada variation…

And that’s when it hits me.

I will never see these tits tied up in rope. I will never get to enjoy this beautiful body of hers in the way I want to. And I shouldn’t even be touching her right now. This is wrong.

This is dangerous.

I freeze as these irrepressible thoughts find their way into my mind, and when I bow to the undeniable truth behind them, my hand slowly retreats. I let go of her breast and pull down her bra until the fabric covers both of her magnificent mounds. Then I pull down her turtleneck sweater as well.

„I’m sorry,” I say, as I straighten my back and hold out my hand, to help her sit up.

She ignores the offer and pushes herself into a seated position, still breathing heavily and still with that irresistible blush on her cheeks.

„I’m not,” she says in a low voice.

She looks at me with fluttering eyelashes, while sitting on the edge of my desk, with her legs still parted, as if to invite me in.

„You should be,” I say. „You started it.”

She pouts, which looks painfully adorable. „Don’t blame me for this. It’s not like you tried to stop me.”

„I did, just now, didn’t I?” I retort.

„You stopped yourself,” she corrects, before she slides down from my desk and walks over to her bag. It had fallen to the ground when she started kissing me. She picks it up and throws it over her shoulder before looking at me with a fierce expression.

„No one would have to know,” she suggests. „We could keep it a secret…”

„That never works,” I object. „Trust me.”

„Oh, is that so?” She raises an eyebrow at me, and I worry that I may have revealed too much by saying that.

She regards me with a scrutinizing look, and I feel as if she can read it in my eyes. As if she can see that black spot in my past that I’m fighting so hard to forget.

„You should go,” I tell her.

This time I make sure to open the door before she gets to jump at me again. I don’t think I have it in me to fight her off twice. It was hard enough the first time.

She jerks back when I yank the door open in a sudden move, ruthless and unyielding, as the reality of the outside world bursts into the room. I can see the disappointment in her eyes, the anger, and the same frustration that is torturing me. This could have been great, perfect even. No one has ever reacted to me the way she did, and no one ever gave me the feeling of wanting what I have to offer more than she does.

And there has never been anyone I wanted to give it to this badly.

„Leave,” I tell her, sounding harsher than intended.

Claire glares at me and tightens the grip on her bag, before she pushes herself past me. „Bye, professor.”

She’s through the door and out into the hall before I can even process the sting her parting words left in my heart.

Chapter 11

Claire

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