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All except for Collin’s mother. She’d been insistent the original grade should stand.

Hank let out a low huff, settled further into his chair and closed his eyes, preparing himself for yetanotherscathing commentary on his teaching skills.

"Just read it."

"Oookaay…" Wilson cleared his throat. "Dr. Lawton, Collin insists he wants to take the make-up test. Because I trust my son’s judgment, I have to respect his wishes and let him make this decision for himself. I just hope you won’t allow our communications to impact how you grade his work."

"Impact how…"

Frustrating woman.

He grabbed his laptop and pulled up his emails, then clicked on the latest from jwebster. Of course, the DR in her greeting was, again, typed in italics.

If she wanted to make her disdain clear, she was doing a good job of it.

He clicked on reply, then poised his fingers over the keyboard. A snarky reply was right at his fingertips, but instead of typing the words, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

Don’t let her get under your skin.

It was good advice, although a couple of emails too late. The woman had already burrowed in deep.

Sort of like a splinter.

Irritating as hell and hard to get rid of. Even with his best pair of tweezers.

Hank set aside all the snide remarks he’d composed in his head, finally deciding on…

Mrs. Webster,

I’m sure Collin will do well on the make-up test. I’m also sure he will pass on his own merits. As you’vesaid, frequently, he is a smart young man. Regarding our communications, I can assure you Collin will be graded fairly.

Truly yours,

Dr. Henry Lawton

There.

He’d answered in an adult, professional way.

PoorMr.Webster. His wife was a real ballbuster. He should know. He’d never met the woman in person, but she’d managed to do a little cyber ball busting with very little effort.

He grinned and sat back.

Although not all ballbusters were like Mrs. Webster.

Look at Jo. He’d seen her in action busting some balls, which should have intimidated the hell out of him. Instead, all it had done was made him want to know more about her.

And he had.

He slammed his eyes shut, doing his best to keep his dick in check, as he relived how her lithe, petite body had wrapped around his, before she’d taken him deep into the hot, wet,tightconfines of her pussy. She’d said it had been years for her, and he’d believed it. The way her channel had gripped him like a fist had almost been the end of him. It had taken all his concentration and keeping his focus solely on Jo not to explode the minute she’d taken all of him in.

Even now, the memory of how she’d moved over him—her small breasts and deliciously hard, little nipples searing his chest—how she’d come apart in his arms, was enough to send his heart racing and palms itching to have her in his hands again. God, even that hadn’t been near enough. He wanted…

No, heneededher under him.

Just like he needed more of the way she’d clung to him afterward as their breathing had settled back to normal. Asense of contentment like he’d never experienced had filled him during those few, perfect moments.

It hadn’t lasted. Once she’d pulled from his arms, everything had changed.

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