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“Fuck!”

“Fuck! Eve, fuck,” he whispers.

I shudder against him as I ride out the last of my orgasm. He kisses my neck gently and makes his way to my lips.

Carter lies beside me, lining our bodies up and holding me close as I struggle for breath. He’s breathing hard too, but he kisses my neck, my shoulder, the curve of my breast. Each kiss is a burning brand, causing a shudder to ripple across my exhausted body.

I want to beg him to stop, but I also want to have him again, right now. There’s something about him that just makes me insatiable. He looks up at me, then presses a kiss to my lips.

I smush my face into his shoulder and try to breathe.

“Oh, baby,” he whispers, holding me as close as he can. His arms are like the sweetest retreat, a place where I can let go safely, lose my inhibitions and find the deepest release and then recover in warm comfort.

He pulls away gently, staring down into my eyes.

“Eve, that was amazing. Thank you,” His words are a whisper in the darkness, but they light up my heart like the purest sunshine.

“It was amazing, Carter. Thank you, too.”

He kisses me gently for what seems like hours, slow and lavishly and tender.

ChapterThirty

Carter

The sunlightslowly ebbs from my tiny office. I sit in a chair and mark the last five exam papers. But my mind is elsewhere.

Specifically, I keep thinking about the last night in bed with Eve. How she curled up on her side against my chest and made me feel like I was the luckiest man in the fucking world.

For the first time in my life, I felt peaceful. Like my spirit had finally settled down to rest just because this fragile, beautiful girl laid her head on my chest and let out a breathy sigh. I’ve never felt like that before.

The question is, what do I have to do to keep feeling like that? The answer seems relatively straightforward.

Talk to someone at the university about what the fallout could be for dating a student. It’s better just to know so I can figure out what the best course of action will be.

I set the papers I’m grading aside with a sigh and walk to the Administration building.

Despite the workday being done, Dr. Mooney is still at her desk when I knock on her door. She looks up, her eyebrows rising slightly when she sees me.

“Dr. Morgan. What can I do for you?”

I hesitate. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

She rocks back in her chair and casts a skeptical gaze over me. “Come in and sit down, then.”

My heartbeat picks up speed. I’m probably about to throw away my entire career at this school. Is Eve worth it?

But even as I think it, I know she is. Without a doubt.

I take a seat across the desk from Dr. Mooney. I suck in a breath, steeling myself.

“I know that it is important to you that professors that work here are honest with you.”

She squints, lowering her glasses to the desk. “That would be preferred.”

I nod. “I’m dating one of my students. Or rather, the woman I’m dating has recently become one of my students.”

I brace for Dr. Mooney to yell or even to fire me on the spot. But for several long moments, she does neither one. She just blinks owlishly.

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