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“I did everything you asked of me on the email-”

“Shit!” he exclaims, dropping his satchel on the table and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What?”

“I left the fucking Pop Quiz on the kitchen counter.”

“Oh, that’s fine I-”

“It’s not fine Ashley!” he snaps. I instantly close my mouth. “Nothing about this is fine! I worked all night on it and because of-” He meets my eyeline, his green eyes boring into mine as though he can see right through me.

I don’t like it.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “I shouldn’t have shouted at you it’s just-”

“It’s fine. You seem pretty stressed.” I round the desk and stand beside him. A little closer than necessary but I can’t help it. My shoulder grazes his chest briefly and I feel him instantly stiffen beside me. “Is there anything I can do to help?” I turn to look at him. I want him to trust me. No, I need him to trust me.

Fuck, he smells incredible.

“No, I… uh, I’m fine.” He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. A tight smile on his face. It’s never been this hard for me to crack men before. Nathan, however, is a tough nut to crack and I know why.

The fucker is nervous. I bend forward, placing the pile of papers on his desk and start sifting through them.

“I took the liberty of completing everything on the list. Y’know to, uh, make today easier. Just in case.” I turn my face to him as he watches me in silence. His hand pressed to the table, a hairs width away from mine. I shouldn’t want him; I have a plan and I need to stick to it. That’s when I feel it. His thumb slowly grazing across my pinky finger.

“You did all this last night?” It’s like he can’t quite believe I managed to do it.

“As I said, I haven’t, uh… I haven’t been able to sleep.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shout,” he whispers. The tone of his voice making my chest pound. His warm breath coating my skin so sinfully. I suck in a breath as he curls his hand around my wrist, gently tugging me to him and my shoulder hits the centre of his chest.

You have GOT to be kidding me.

This is all it took.

Doing some extra fucking paperwork for the asshole.

“Why haven’t you been sleeping?” Demanding I answer him.

“I uh,” I look up at him through my long lashes.

“Use your words, love,” he breathes the last word. So softly I could barely hear it, but I know it was there. “Tell me the truth as to why you haven’t slept.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I answer. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” I respond, with a hint of sweetness as I bite my lip.

“Hmm.” The small acknowledgement burns into me, and I can’t bring myself to look up at him. Turning my palm, he presses my hand to his rock-hard erection. Just as big as I remember. I fake a shudder the moment his lips connect with my ear as he inhales deeply, his nose pressed to my hair. “Would it be inappropriateof me to tell you how I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either?”

“Very,” I breathe, my eyes fluttering shut. I need this. I’ve finally got him. His words screaming out in my brain. I turn my head towards him. It’s seven-thirty and soon the rest of the student body will be cramming through the university doors like rats. So right now, I have to do everything I can to make sure this is over with as quick as possible. Mainly because my goal doesn’t involve half the student body walking in on us like this. It needs to start as a secret and stay that way.

“I’ve been trying my fucking hardest to stop jumping over my desk every fucking lesson and fucking you raw in front of the other students.”

There we go.

“Pushing you to your knees and choking you with my cock. Last night, I fucked my fist to the memory of you on your knees begging me for it.” My eyes shoot open, and I look into his. Yet where his eyes were once an emerald, green, they’re now pitch black. I shudder. The excitement for what’s to come, crawling up my spine.

“Tell me what you want to do to me Nathan.” I look at him dead in the eyes. Challenging him. Mainly to see if he’s all talk now or if this is going to be the start of everything I need.

“I’m going to fuck you, Ashley, over this desk. Do you understand?” He takes hold of my jaw in his warm hand, squeezing slightly. Heat blooms beneath my skin at his admittance, and the tiny hairs on my arms stand at attention.