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The vision of him on his knees, serving me, has my hips thrusting, cock fucking my fist savagely. My hand slams into the wall in front of me, head hanging as the water beats down on me. As my pulse intensifies, my breathing catches, hand never slowing down. A vision of me pulling out of his mouth and painting his face with my cum has my balls drawing up, toes curling, and hot, thick ropes spurting out, spraying the bottom of the shower.

Holy fuck. That was intense.

And so very fucking wrong.

I’m screwed.

Chapter Three

Cash DeMarco

November

“Let me get this straight. You’re going out of town for theentireweekend with your professor?”

My buddy, Knox, and I are out to lunch. “Yup,” I reply nonchalantly.

“The same professor you have a constant boner for?” His lips tilt into a smirk as he shoves a French fry into his mouth.

“I do not,” I scoff.

“You do, but that’s beside the point. It’sthatprofessor, though?”

“Yes.”

He’s grilling me about the road trip with Stone tomorrow. This was the reason I didn’t fill him in about this until now. I still don’t know how I feel about it. Clearly, I’m fucking stoked, but I’m also nervous… which is unlike me. I don’t get nervous…ever.

“So, that means you guys are fuckin’?”

Choking on my soda, I spit it all over the table in front of me, almost spewing it on Knox. “Jesus. What the fuck, Knox? No. It’s a literary convention… for school.”

“Listen,” he starts. “Branson has told me all about these romance books he reads. This is how this shit happens, my dude. The forbidden teacher-student trip out of town. Somehow, there’s only one room available. They have to share a bed, andbam!They’re fucking before you know it. I know these things.” He crosses his arms over his chest, looking like the cat that got the canary. Smug as fuck, as if he figured it all out.

“Knox, that is fiction, you idiot. That’s not going to happen.”

“Mmhmm, that’s what they all say.” His smugness intensifies as he focuses on something behind me. “Speaking of Professor Hottie…”

“What the fuck are you—?”

“Mr. Finnegan. Mr. DeMarco. What a pleasure.” Stepping up to the table is none other than Stone, or Professor Hottie.

“Oh, hey. What’s up?” I feel my cheeks warm as I try to clean up the soda I sprayed all over the table.

“Picking up lunch before I head back to campus.” His eyes gleam as they regard me. He’s wearing coal gray slacks, tailored perfectly to hug every curve, with a plain white button-down, his sleeves rolled up his forearms, showing off corded, tan skin. He’s carrying an olive-green leather briefcase, my eyes zeroing in on the platinum band around his ring finger.

Married.How could I forget about his beautiful wife, and all the sexy chemistry I witnessed at the bar a few years ago?Lucky woman.

“Right on. Busy afternoon?”

“Not too bad. I have one more class for the day, then I’m finished. Ready for this weekend?” He flashes me a friendly, toothy grin.

“You know it. What time are we leaving?”

“You don’t have classes on Friday, right?”

Out of the corner of my eye, Knox is grinning like a fool, watching this exchange. It doesn’t matter that it’s a perfectly platonic, appropriate conversation. In his head, it’s dirty.

“Nope. No classes,” I respond, lifting my soda to my lips, gulping down a sip. Stone’s gaze dips to my neck for a brief moment before finding my eyes again.

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