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Pushing back from the table, he brushes past as I turn to see him greet a group of other guys. Each man is bigger than the last. I assume other players. I recognize the tallest one, Connor Mitchell, because he is in my class. I even know he is the team quarterback, destined for an NFL career.

For a moment, I wonder if going professional is also Kane’s plan. Hollow Oak University has produced its share of players good enough to make a career out of it. Kane is a powerhouse running back with Connor passing the ball the way he does. Both men will undoubtedly make the draft.

Letting my mind wander, I recall how the brief touch of his huge hand felt on mine. I wonder how his hands would feel…anywhere else on me. On my thigh as I sat beside him. Even here at the library, our bodies close, both of us bent over a book as we worked. How warm it would feel, how the rough fingertips would feel on my skin.

A pulse begins to hum between my thighs. My clit feels swollen, my heart racing as fast as my filthy thoughts. I can almost feel it. His fingers walking up my thigh, pushing playfully at my skirt. I glance over to tell him to stop before we get caught. A dirty grin tells me he likes the idea.

“Be quiet then,” his voice would be low, deep, at my ear as he leans close.

Kane knows I will obey. I want him to touch me. Push my thighs apart beneath the table, chuckling when I gasp. Find my panties. His throat grumbling with a groan because they’re soaked. Shoving at the lace, he would watch me as he starts to stroke me, daring me to stop him.

Why would I try to stop? Wanting him so badly is wrong and yet what he can do to me feels so good. Our gazes lock in a heated stare, his simmering with a possession that intensifies each stroke of his fingers. I lose all sense of inhibition, not caring if the wet sound of him pumping inside me is as loud as it seems.

“Come for me. I want to get you on this table so I can fill you with my cock. You want it don’t you? Ask for it. Ask me to stuff my cock in your sweet cunt, Kinsley.Kinsley. Kinsley,” his voice echoes as my orgasm bears down on me, a powerful storm of pleasure.

Blinking, I come back to in a state of shock. We are not cuddled up in a dark corner, his hand hidden beneath the table as his fingers work deep inside me. He is not talking filthy to me, telling me to ask him for his cock.

Kane does sit beside me, his big warm body too close. I am shaking. Thighs tensing from the very real orgasm that my very unreal thoughts just drove me to. All alone. Without his hand touching me or his deep voice warming my ear.

“Kinsley,” he repeats my name, his hand dropping to my thigh beneath the table. It is heavier, rougher, and hotter than I imagined. I jump, pushing back from the table with a screeching slide of the chair.

Trembling hands push my things into my bag, knocking some of them on the ground. I cannot look at him. Tears of shame fill my eyes as fight to breathe right. His huge hand grabs both of mine as he kneels with me.

“Calm down, I did not mean to scare you,” he murmurs, his other hand coming out to grasp my chin.

He tilts my head up, my tears slipping down my cheeks. What am I doing? What the hell am I thinking, letting myself be alone with Kane? This is not the first time I have had filthy fantasies about him. About a student who I need to stay the hell away from.

I am a teacher, a professor, and I ought to act the part. Responsible. Smart. Careful. I need to tell Dean Vickers I cannot tutor him. Not when I clearly have no idea how to control myself. Yanking my hands away, I swipe at my tears, ashamed and embarrassed at my behavior.

“I-I need to go. I am sorry, I just…I am fine. It is fine. Everything is fine,” I stammer as I back away, still on the floor.

Kane moves too, not letting me get too far away. Does he suspect what just happened? Can he tell I am still flushed from that orgasm? God, does he think it was because I was thinking about him?

“Kinsley, wait, you do not need to go. Please, we just got started,” his voice is soothing, calm, his eyes tracking my every move.

Shaking my head, I push to my feet, fixing my skirt with trembling hands. A dozen things lay strewn across the floor. I do not care. I doubt I need any of it badly enough to stand here in my humiliation. Bolting from the library, I make it to my car where I fall apart, sobbing in the darkness.

How the hell am I going to tutor a student who makes me come without even touching me?

Chapter Four

Kane

There is little that tops running in a touchdown.

It is on the top of my list of best feelings ever. Acing a final, long talks with a good friend, an ice-cold sweet tea on a blistering hot day. In my limited experience just one moment has topped it. I am still high from it as I lie in bed thinking about it.

Last night my hot as fuck professor came—and she was thinking about me as she did.

It was our first tutoring session. I was there twenty minutes earlier than we agreed, anxious to see her. Being assigned a tutor had pissed me off. That tutor turning out to be Ms. Tingle, who I’d have given anything to get alone, changed everything.

“You going to do something about it?” Connor pressed me.

Besides being a gifted quarterback, Connor Mitchell is a guy in touch with his feelings. No surprise since he has been recklessly in love with his girl Hailee from the moment they met. If I need to take lessons in how to be a good boyfriend for Kinsley, I will come to him.

“Yeah, I am,” I answered boldly. “I got the lecture from you before, bro. I mean what am I waiting for? I will graduate soon, she won’t be my professor or tutor for long. It won’t be a big scandal once we end up together.”

“Listen to you,” Connor teased me. “Sounding awful confident that our English professor will want you.”

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