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I can’t do anything but stare at him. My breath gets caught in my chest as my suspicions are confirmed. I want to ask him how long this has been going on, but I can’t seem to find the words. There are too many thoughts running through my head.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, taking my silence as horror. “I was just curious, especially after I found out about your attraction to me. I guess my obsession with you is a little unhealthy, but I don’t want to hurt you, and I never intended to frighten you.”

I’m still unable to speak. My initial shock is waning, being replaced with interest. I know it’s crazy, but I believe him. I can’t seem to make myself angry at him. Maybe I should be. Maybe I should yell at him and leave, but I don’t want to.

“I just have to have you, Emily,” he says after the silence stretches on for a few seconds too long. “You’re perfect in every way. I’ll stop following you if that’s what you want, but I need you to be mine.”

“You can keep following me,” I say, my voice shaking – not from fear, but from arousal. Being wanted so badly by him gives me an insane rush to my head. I’m so turned on I don’t know what to do with myself. “I… I think I like it.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I wonder if I’ve said the wrong thing. Cooper’s staring at me like he doesn’t believe what I said. So I repeat myself, sounding much more convicted when I say, “I like when you follow me. I don’t want you to stop.”

Chapter 7

Cooper

Emily’s answer catches me off guard. At the very least, I was expecting more pushback. I thought I’d have to convince her. I’m surprised she didn’t duck out of the room and run away. Instead, she’s still sitting across from me, watching me with fire in her eyes. Under her gaze, blood rushes to my dick.

“Lock the door,” I say, practically growling the command.

I get up at the same time she does, and while her back is turned to me, I settle into the old armchair in the corner of my office. I ogle her ass without shame until she faces me again. I pat my lap, beckoning her to come over.

“So you like it when I follow you?” I ask, running my hands up and down her sides.

“Yeah,” she replies, resting her hands on my shoulders. “It makes me feel… desired.”

“Oh, I definitely desire you,” I say, squeezing her hips and leaning up to capture her mouth in a kiss. It starts out gentle but quickly morphs into something hungry and sloppy.

While I have her distracted, I slide a hand under her dress. Her legs are sheathed in tights, but they don’t stop me. I take hold of them, ripping them out of the way and causing Emily to gasp into my mouth. Then, before she has a chance to recover from the surprise, I push her panties to the side and swipe my fingers through her folds.

“You’re so wet,” I murmur against her lips.

She whines, bucking against my knuckles and kissing me again. I give her the friction she obviously desires. The movements of her mouth are uncoordinated, her energy being split between the kiss and the stimulation I’m providing her.

I chuckle darkly, focusing my efforts on her clit. Making her fall apart is quickly becoming my favorite thing. The sounds she makes are beautiful; and, since we’re so early on in our relationship, I get to hear new ones each time we couple. I can’t wait to learn them all, to memorize what elicits each one, to make music with her body.

“I love the noises you make,” I say before moving my mouth to her neck. I lay a few gentle kisses there before latching on and sucking.

Emily whines, high and broken. She’s so loud that I think anyone walking by my office would be able to tell what’s going on in here. If Dr. Weiss were to pass by, it would be certain disaster.

I can’t bring myself to care, though. If she wanted to, Emily could be screaming my name and I wouldn’t do anything to keep her quiet. Knowing she’s all in and that she’s enjoying this is worth all the risk.

“Tell me how it feels,” I say, knowing that forming sentences is going to be a challenge for her. Emily likes to be challenged, though. It’s the reason she’s already so close to graduating at only twenty years old.

“I-incredible,” she gasps as I continue to circle her bundle of nerves. Then, when I don’t say anything else, she continues, saying, “It’s like you’re playing me like an instrument. I’ve never felt this good before.”

“I’ll make sure you feel this good every day for the rest of your life,” I say before nipping at her neck again.

My cock is rock hard, aching in my pants. The way Emily is writhing on top of me is unreal. It’s difficult to keep my dick in my pants, but I can tell she’s getting close. There’s no chance I’m going to stop now, not until she come on my hand.

“Oh. Oh my god,” she whimpers, her voice strung out. “Cooper, I’m–”

“Go ahead,” I say, feeling her pussy pulse as she careens toward orgasm. “Be a good girl. Cum for your professor.”

My words have the desired effect. She chokes on the air, a squeaky noise coming from her chest. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as she continues to grind down against my hand. Her eyes are squeezed closed, and her mouth hangs half-open. The blush on her cheeks is gorgeous, so perfect that I wish I had a camera to take a picture.

When she starts to come down, I don’t give her a chance to recover. I open my pants, shoving them and my boxers down just enough that my cock can spring out. Then, I line myself up and guide her down onto my length.

I’m unable to stop the groan that comes out of me. My eyes roll back in my head, and it takes everything to keep myself from bucking up into her tight heat. I was absolutely aching for her, and now that I’m inside her, I want to make it last.

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