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“Always works hard this one.” He claps a hand on my shoulder and grins. Turning to face the angel I fucked three ways from Sunday a few days ago with a broad smile. “Ready to insert himself anywhere.”

Kill me now.

“Oh, I’m sure he is,” Ashley giggles. Covering her perfect little mouth that was made for sucking cock, and here I am, again, thinking about her like that. I need to stop, this is so fucking inappropriate of me.

Granted, sex with Ashley was quite possibly the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire god damned life and that says a lot. Connection is a massive thing for me, and I never just go out and fuck random strangers. For some reason though, that night at the bar I just couldn’t resist her. She was fucking perfect.

Nonce mate.

Ashley holds out her hand to me and leans in. Her picture-perfect, small-town girl image causing me to go rigid. “It’s really nice to see you again, professor.”

“You’ve met?” Joe questions, his brow creasing in confusion as he turns to face me.

“In the hallway earlier,” Ashley interrupts, dropping her hand from mine and covering for me. If I had to speak right now, I’d stutter like a little bitch. “I was trying to find English Lit,”she continues. “Right?” Meeting my eyeline for the second time. Fuck, I dazed off again.

Shit, shit, shit.

I’m going to jail. Jesus H. Christ.

Nineteen?

“Yes,” I clear my throat. “Poor girl was wandering around the hallway like a lost puppy,” I chuckle. Can he smell the child predator on me?

“Well, it’s rather big that’s for sure.” He laughs this time. “Anyway,” he shoves his hands into his checkered slacks.

His rotund belly hanging over it like a fucking apron and I have to stop myself from gagging. “Ashley here will be starting with you as of tomorrow. I have to leave but talk between yourselves and set up details of timings and everything so she’s here to best support you.”

He nods and turns on his heel to leave. The door clicks closed, but I can’t take my eyes off of her. I need to sit down. Pulling my chair back, I drop down and sigh. Resting my elbow on the arm of the wooden swivel chair, I throw my fist to my mouth. Taking a small step forward she presses her hand to the oak table, leaning forward slightly to meet my eyeline. The action so smooth that I almost find myself shuddering as I watch her. Willing for my cock to stay asleep.

“Nathan I-” I hold my hand up, cutting her off.

“Nineteen? Did you plan this?”

“What?” She frowns, hurt lacing her eyes. “No not at all. How was I to know you were the teacher of the class I’m not only taking but assisting too?” I search her eyes for any inclination that she might be lying. I’ve been teaching criminal psychology for thirteen years now and I know all the facial expressions of a manipulator. Yet here, on her, I’m coming up empty. There’s not a single micro-expression on her face and I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse.

“You understand that what happened between us can never happen again, right?”

She steps around the desk and sits on the corner. The book that her hand is wrapped around, placed gently in her lap as she looks down at me.

I grip the opposite arm of the chair until my knuckles go white and I lose all feeling in my fingertips.

“I really didn’t know, I swear.”

Her breasts jiggling slightly as she speaks. Oh my god. Stop. “Ok. But this is now strictly a student-teacher relationship.” I stand from the chair.

Towering above her and as the air swirls around me, the scent of her fruity perfume sails into my nose and I have to suppress a groan. Locking it away deep in my chest.

“Of course,” she agrees immediately. Nodding her head as she says the words.

“Meaning, nothing but work-related conversations. No flirting. No,” I swallow as I remember what it felt like to have my cock buried inside her, “touching of any kind.” She giggles then and the sweet sound flicks my memory back to three days ago when I called her a ‘dirty fucking slut’and she found it hilarious.

“No touching and no flirting… Got it,” she nods. “Friends?” She smiles, holding out her hand to me again. She slides her hand in mine ever so softly and grips it as hard as she can. “Ashley Porter. TA, Gemini, and I love Chinese food.”

“Nathan Danvers,” I counter, trying my best not to smile. “Scorpio but Thai is better.” I drop her hand and she places it back in her lap.

“I also have a penchant for older men too it seems,” she winks at me, standing up and flicking her long, curly blonde hair over her shoulder.

“Ashley,” I sigh.