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Dexter

“Let’s talk about the lack of female characters in Lord of the Rings,” I say, leaning against the lectern and praying this hard-on will subside quickly.

Tilly sits on the aisle, wearing a pair of black jeans and shoes that look like ballet slippers. Her pink shirt only has one button undone, but if I look hard enough, I can see—

I can’t be staring at my girlfriend’s tits while I’m standing in the front of this class.

I also can’t be thinking about her mouth on my cock.

Unfortunately, I can’t think of anything else.

Other than that, she looks so good; just jeans, but they cup her ass the way I want to, and a simple white shirt that I can’t wait to unbutton to check out the lace on her bra.

How could I forget the number one rule in teaching? Maybe not the number one rule, but pretty damn important—don’t have physical relationships with your students.

But what’s worst would be having an emotional relationship with one.

I just blew that all to hell.

I head straight over to Tilly’s place after my classes finish.

I’m expecting the worst.

The first time Mallory and I got together, she cried after the next class because I didn’t talk to her while the other students were around. Daphna surprised me by getting upset that I didn’t call on her in class to answer a question. By the time I got together with Elena, I learned my lesson and told her exactly what to expect, which was nothing. She handled things pretty well, which has a lot to do with the fact that no one found out about it until the semester was almost over.

I didn’t tell Tilly much at all, and I’m a little worried about that.

“Are you okay?” I ask as soon as she lets me in.

“It’s hard,” Tilly admits. “I didn’t think it would be so difficult. When I saw you—”

“You don’t think I wasn’t thinking about how you taste when you walked in?”

Her eyes widen, her lips part, and I have never wanted her more.

How could I have fallen into cycle this again?

“I was jealous when I saw her with Hanna,” Tilly surprises me by admitting.

“What? Who are you talking about?”

“The little girl in the skirt. You smiled at her.”

“Tilly…” I shake my head. “No. Just no.”

“I know it’s stupid, but why wouldn’t she find you attractive? And if you had the opportunity—”

“Tilly, stop.” My tone is firm. “I could never be interested in Hanna.”

“But why not?”

I grab her hand. I want to grab all of her and pull her against me to assure her there’s no way I could think of anyone but her.

It turns out there is no need to reassure her because, after a moment, she pulls me into her bedroom and pushes me onto the bed.

Tilly pushes me onto the bed. Taking charge. Showing me what she wants.

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