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“Professor Riorson,” Violet greeted, stifling a yawn as she strolled across his classroom to the small desk in the front corner where she carried out her daily TA duties. She caught his eye as she passed the lectern where he was currently standing, arranging his notes for today’s lesson, but immediately looked away. He had this way of staring at her that made her skin heat inconveniently, and she didn’t need to be distracted through yet another lecture. Professor Riorson, with his tall frame and broad shoulders and those fucking arms, was already distracting enough without him staring at her like he knew all about the fantasies Violet’s subconscious indulged in every night while she was asleep, causing her to wake up wet and desperate for release.
“Violet.” God, even his voice was attractive. It really wasn’t fair for someone so gorgeous to sound like that. All he’d have to do is tell someone to drop to their knees, and surely they’d— No. She wouldn’t let her mind go there. Not now, while the man was standing mere feet from her. “Rough night?”
Heat flooded her cheeks at the easy observation, but she supposed it was too obvious to deny as another yawn forced its way out. “I had a paper to write,” she explained as she pulled out her laptop, pulling up the attendance tracker for Professor Riorson’s class. She had forgotten to mark three different students the first day of the semester, too distracted by the sight of the professor as he wrote the course information out on the whiteboard, his immaculate ass on display in well-tailored slacks. The thought still mortified her, that she’d let her irrational desires get in the way of her professionalism. She hadn’t screwed up on attendance since.
“And here I was thinking maybe you had been out doing something fun.”
Her eyes darted up to him over the screen of her laptop, but he was looking down at his notes, the only sign of his teasing a slight smirk on his beautiful, full lips.
“I should have known better.”
Violet’s lips pressed together in a tight line. “I have plenty of fun.”
At that, he looked up from his notes, raising one, scarred eyebrow at her. “Do you now?”
Her mouth went dry. His tone had slipped from teasing to something that sounded almost… no. No, it was just her stupid, horny imagination. She opened her mouth to respond, not quite sure what she would even say, when the first couple of students filtered into the room and saved her the humiliation.
Professor Riorson’s lips curled up into an attractive smirk as he shook his head in clear amusement, but now that they had an audience he thankfully let the subject drop.
Keeping her eyes on her laptop and the students in the classroom, and decidedly not on the gorgeous professor delivering today’s lecture, was a test of Violet’s willpower. Violet wasn’t one to fail tests though, and by the time the students all began gathering their things and filing out of the classroom, she was wholly satisfied with her effort. There was a chance she’d make it through this semester yet.
She slipped her own bag over her shoulder, ready to slip out with the students when that low, deep voice stopped her in her tracks.
“Violet? A word?”
Well, fuck.
Part of her considered lying, telling him she had one of her own classes to get to, but she had always been a horrible liar, and there was a chance whatever he needed to speak with her about was important, so she let her shoulders slump in defeat as she went to drop her bag back down onto her chair, but then he shook his head, motioning her toward the door. “Ah, in my office if that’s alright with you. There’s another class in here after mine.”
Of course there was. God, her brain wasn’t working today. She nodded, swallowing around the dryness in her throat, and grabbed her bag once again as she trailed him out into the hall, sticking close by his side in as the crowd of students flooded the halls on their way to their next class or back to their dorms or the library or wherever else they might be headed for the day. None of them paying a speck of attention to Violet as she followed the man she was pretty sure she would classify as the single most gorgeous person she’d ever laid eyes on back to his private office.
Well, as private as you could get in a crowded university.
The hallway outside was loud, and Professor Riorson closed the door behind the both of them while she took the seat opposite his desk. Which he surely did only because of the noise. There was no other reason they would need privacy in his office, regardless of the many scenarios she had dreamt up between the two of them in this very room.
Instead of sitting in his very large, very comfortable looking desk chair, he leaned up against a bookcase crammed full of different tomes, tilting his head to the side and giving her a peculiar look. Violet sat up straighter, defensiveness taking over even as her cheeks heated. “Did you need something, Professor Riorson?”
“I’ve told you plenty of times, Violet”—his voice wrapped around her like velvet—“you can call me Xaden.”
She lifted her eyes to his and immediately regretted it. She had always found his eyes infinitely fascinating—dark, but with little flecks of gold that caught in the light—and right now they were focused single mindedly on her. His focus was so intense, she forgot to breathe for a moment.
“Did you need something… Xaden?”
His name felt foreign on her tongue in the best way. New, but beautiful. Like the start of an adventure.
She blinked up at him, lips parting just slightly as he stared down at her, perfectly still against the bookcase.
“Xaden?” she prompted, a small crease forming between her brows as she began to worry if she had perhaps done something wrong. Did she forget to grade an assignment? Or maybe there was a complaint from one of the discussion sections she had led?
Violet’s brain was so occupied by the spiraling thoughts that she almost didn’t notice Xaden taking a step closer, then another, eating up the space between them in a few strides of those long, muscled legs. She was too stunned to speak or visibly react when he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her up to her feet—still considerably shorter than him, even standing—and pulled her forward until her chest was pressed against his front, his chin tilted down and hers tilted up until there was nothing in that office but him.
Her heart pounded, and she wondered if he could feel it.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
“What I should have done weeks ago.”
And then his hands were in her hair and his lips were crashing into hers, kissing her like she was air and he was breaking the water’s surface, gulping her down into his lungs, the only thing keeping him alive.
It was wrong. Violet knew it was wrong. She was breaking every professional boundary she had set for herself, nevermind the code of conduct rules they were clearly in violation of as Xaden’s fingers tightened in her hair, tugging at the roots until she arched her neck back further, giving him full access as she parted her lips for the press of his tongue.
And she didn’t care. Not one bit.
She couldn’t. Not when Xaden’s free hand was sliding down her back, tugging her flush up against him, perfect and warm and solid where their bodies collided.
She had spent so many nights dreaming about this man, and suddenly she knew her dreams were bullshit.
The reality? Far superior.
The kiss was messy, desperate, weeks of subtle glances and longing thoughts built up to the point of explosion, like a goddamn volcano. Xaden didn’t break away from her lips as he moved the two of them, backing Violet up blindly until her ass hit the edge of his wooden desk and he hauled her up on top of it with one hand on her ass.
She whined into his mouth at the sudden move, more surprised than anything, and Xaden drank it down greedily.
While Violet luxuriated in the feeling of his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth, Xaden couldn’t seem to decide where he wanted his hands. In her hair, on her face, running along the sides of her tight sweater, the flushed skin of her cleavage, toying with the hem and slipping his fingers underneath until they were brushing along the bare skin of her stomach and hips. He trailed one hand up her spine, sliding her top up with his touch until half of her torso was exposed. The other hand came to her front, dipping beneath her shirt, his thumb stroking over the smooth material of her bra, right over her nipple, and Violet damn near melted.
“Please,” she gasped, breaking away from the kiss just enough to speak the word onto his soft lips.
His eyes darted to the door for a split second, the corner of his mouth turning up in that familiar, sexy as hell smirk. Then he leaned in so close his breath tickled her ear. “Quiet, Violet,” he murmured, the words hot where they brushed against her skin, “wouldn’t want anyone to hear you out there, now would you?”
Just the thought sent a pulse of need between her legs, and she bit her lower lip to stop her instinctive whimper.
She could feel Xaden smile against her as he pressed his lips to her neck. “Good girl.” He punctuated the praise with another brush of his thumb over her nipple, and Violet couldn’t help the way she arched into his touch, but by pure force of will she remained quiet.
It was hard to explain the why of it all, but she desperately wanted to please this man.
Whatever he asked, she was sure she would obey. He could order her onto her knees right here on the floor of his office, and she’d gladly swallow him down.
But he didn’t. No, he seemed just as interested in pushing all of her buttons as he was in getting off himself, and fuck if that wasn’t hot as hell.
He reached around her back, finding and undoing the clasp of her bra with an ease that made Violet wonder just how much practice he’d had in taking off undergarments.
The thought didn’t last long. Not when a moment later, eyes burning like he was trying to memorize every inch of her, he instructed her to lift her arms and tugged her sweater over her head, yanking her bra off a moment later and letting it fall into a pile with her top on the far end of his desk.
“Fuck, Violet,” he groaned, keeping his voice low even as his hands reach out to touch, greedy finger tips tracing over every inch and curve, then pinching each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, driving Violet to the brink of sanity as she ground her hips forward into nothing.
Seeming to notice her frustration, he stepped closer, hauling her to the very edge of his desk so that the space between her thighs was filled with his glorious, thickly muscled legs, and he angled one forward just enough so that she could press herself into it. Even through multiple layers of clothing, the friction felt delicious against her throbbing clit, and Violet had to bury her face in his—still clothed—chest to stop herself from moaning in relief.
“There you go,” Xaden whispered by her ear, his voice rough and low and so fucking hot. Like a thing out of her sweetest fantasies. “Does that feel better, sweet thing? Grinding against my leg?”
Flushing furiously, she nodded, not trusting herself to speak without accidentally doing something damning like screaming out his name.
He toyed with her nipple for a moment, rolling it between his fingers, before finally bringing his lips down to her chest and catching the other one between his teeth.
“Oh my—” She cut herself off, aware of the volume of her rising voice even as her eyes rolled back in her head.
The warm huff of laughter against her wet, sensitive skin made her face go even redder, and she was well aware that flush was likely spreading all the way down her chest, right to where Xaden still held her captive between his teeth. One hand resting at her waist, his thumb stroked along the top of her jeans, teasing just below the waistband brushing against the top of her underwear.
“How are you going to manage to stay quiet while I fuck you if you can’t even keep that pretty mouth closed for this?” he teased, punctuating his question with a light bite that had her whimpering.
“I can stay quiet,” she told him, though it sounded more like a plea than a promise, and Xaden picked up on the lie easily.
He drew back, putting a foot of space between his face and hers before raising a single brow. “Can you?”
Biting at her lip, she gave him her best doe-eyed, please-fuck-me eyes, and rolled her hips forward, pressing her clit against his leg once again. “I don’t want you to stop. I can—”
She didn’t get to finish her plea. Xaden leaned down again, lips just a breath away from hers, his onyx eyes all she could see as he fisted her hair in one hand, forcing her head still so she couldn’t look away even if she wanted to. “Who said I was going to stop, beautiful girl?” He placed a wet kiss just below her ear, and Violet’s eyes fluttered closed on a breathy sigh. “I’ve seen the way you watch me, when you think I’m not looking.” Humiliation crept through her chest, but it didn’t mortify her as much as it probably should. No, if anything, it only heightened the building need under her skin, knowing that he knew. That he’d known for… how long? Days? Weeks? The entire semester? Fuck. “I know how badly you need this.” His hands trailed down her bare stomach again, and this time, instead of stopping at that tantalizing line of her waistband, they kept going, reaching for the buttons at her fly.
Anticipation thrummed through her veins like a drug.
“And you?” she worked up the courage to ask, because she was clearly not the only one watching this semester. Not with the way his eyes devoured her now that he had her alone. “How badly do you need this, Professor Riorson?”
She dropped her voice into a low, teasing tone for those last two words, but even still, the reminder of his position—the wrongness of it all—sent a little thrill through her.
“More than you could possibly know.”
His hand slipped into her jeans, easily finding her clit through her underwear and rubbing perfect circles there, but before Violet could release her instinctive groan of surprise and pleasure, Xaden’s hand was there, large, firm palm slapped tight over her mouth, forcing her to silence as he played her body expertly. Violet’s eyes flew open, blinking up at him owlishly even as her body throbbed with the feel of those perfect fingers, and Xaden licked his lips.
“Look at you,” he breathed, quiet and reverent, like she was something precious. Like he had been dreaming about her just as long as she had been dreaming of him. “Fucking perfect.” She whined into his palm as his fingers slipped away from her clit, but they only disappeared far enough to tease the line where her underwear met her thigh, then dip inside, stroking and parting her folds. “You’re so wet, Violet.” He tsked his tongue mockingly, a spark in those dark, beautiful eyes as he sank two fingers in to the first knuckle. “Are you always this wet while I teach? Is this”—he punctuates the word with a deep thrust of his fingers—“what you think of while you watch me?”
Unable to answer with his hand over her mouth, she simply nodded, ignoring the heat staining her cheeks as she ground her hips into his touch.
He breathed a quiet laugh, leaning close to her ear as he crooked his fingers and brushed a spot inside of her that had her seeing stars. “Who knew I had such a naughty little thing assigned to my classroom?” She squeezed her eyes shut as he hit that spot again, the building pleasure so good, but so much. “Maybe I need to take a firmer hand with you.”
Please.
She nodded against his hand again, mindless as the rough stubble of his jaw brushed against the side of her neck, and he adjusted the hand in her pants to brush his thumb against her clit, rubbing her own slick against it while he continued to hit that sensitive spot inside of her with perfect aim, picking up his speed just a bit, just enough. She grasped at his upper arm with one hand, clawing her nails into the mouth-watering muscle underneath them as she arched her back and let his touch topple her over the edge, muffling her screams into the palm of his hand as he continued to work her body through its orgasm, ringing every last aftershock out of her as he mumbled words she could only half hear into the soft skin of her neck. Perfect and beautiful and sweet and slut and inexplicably mine. It all blended together in the blurry haze of her mind as he pulled his fingers free, releasing his palm from her mouth only to slide his fingers past her parted, panting lips, brushing her own mess across her tongue. Violet closed her mouth around them and sucked weakly, embarrassed in a way that flooded her chest with warmth as the sharp flavor that was entirely her assaulted her taste buds.
“Good girl,” Xaden praised, bringing his free hand to wipe away a tear at the corner of her eye. She hadn’t even realized it was there. “Clean those off for me. Always so helpful, aren’t you?”
She moaned softly around his fingers, riding the waves of bliss following her orgasm and leaning back heavily on the one hand she still had planted on the desk. The other remained on his arm, clinging for dear life.
He wasn’t wrong. She always made sure she was prepared for his class. Always came with notes. Always made sure the students’ grades were in on time. Showed up fifteen minutes early to her discussion sections. Assisted students outside of class hours so Xaden wouldn’t have quite so much on his plate. It made her feel good, being so competent at something.
A secret part of her loved knowing that he knew it too. That Professor Riorson was watching her excel, silently praising her for everything she did.
Now, the praise wasn’t so silent.
“You’re perfect, Violet.” He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his lips, kissing away the lingering haziness from her mind as his hands slipped around her waist, hauling her up off the desk. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, and he hummed a pleased note into the kiss. “How are you even real?” The words brushed against her lips like something sacred, and Violet sent up a silent prayer in gratitude that whatever forces controlled the universe thought to bring the two of them together this semester.
Being held so tightly against his body, it was impossible not to notice the insistent press of his erection as it nudged against her ass. Violet wound her arms around his neck, kissing him again as she ground herself down as much as she could with such little leverage.
Apparently, it was enough.
“Violet,” he groaned, arms tightening around the small of her back. “Fuck.”
“You’re hard,” she muttered needlessly against his lips. As if they both weren’t acutely aware of that fact.
“Of course I’m hard,” he told her, voice dropping low and smooth, “I had your gorgeous tits in my mouth just minutes ago.” His eyes dipped down to her chest again, and Violet felt his cock twitch beneath her. “Despite what you may think, I’m not as in control around you as I like to pretend.” His fingers dug restlessly into her back. “Every minute of this semester has been an exercise in willpower.”
“Not to kiss me?” she challenged, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes.
His gaze only darkened at her tone. “Not to bend you over my desk and fuck you in front of my entire class.”
“Oh.” The word slipped past her lips like a punch to the stomach, all of the air leaving her at once as Xaden lowered her to her feet just to spin her around, one hand between her shoulder blades, and force her down over the edge of his desk here, in his office, where dozens of students no doubt still milled about in the hallway just on the other side of the door.
He hooked his fingers underneath the waist of her jeans and underwear, tugging both down over her hips in one smooth motion until she was bared to him. If anyone walked in right now, they wouldn’t see her face. Might not even know it was her. But they would see her entire ass, the dripping folds of her cunt, where Xaden just wrung the most delicious orgasm of her life out of her. They’d see him stroking those fingers up through the slick mess now, causing her to shiver with oversensitivity.
They’d see Professor Xaden Riorson about to absolutely ruin her, and her more than willing to let him.
“Please,” she whimpered, the word half swallowed up by the thick wood of his desk.
He dipped his finger into her body teasingly, making her clench around what wasn’t nearly enough. “Please what, sweet girl? Let me hear you ask for it.”
“Please fuck me, Xaden.” The words were breathless and shaky as he ran that slick finger around her clit, but if anything, her inability to to keep her voice steady only seemed to delight him. His desperate groan as he removed his hands from her body—the sound of rustling clothing behind her the only thing stopping her from protesting—was something straight out of a fantasy, carnal and hungry and striking her right at her core.
“I will,” he promised, a little breathless himself now as he stepped into the space between her spread thighs and—oh god. Violet’s breath hitched as he lined himself up. She could tell he was big from the feel of him through his pants, but the reality of him pressing up against her was something else entirely. Her fingers clawed at the desk, but she had nothing to grab onto. Nothing to do but stay exactly where he put her and be good for him.
“Fuck!” Her cry was too loud in the quiet of his office, but she couldn’t help it as he slid inside with a slow roll of his hips, burying himself what had to be fully, but—no. No, it wasn’t, because with the next thrust of his hips, he was sinking in another inch, then another. God, he was fucking huge. Her body clenched around him with his next thrust, and she turned her head and whined into the fleshiest part of her forearm.
“Relax for me,” Xaden soothed her, his hushed voice washing over her like the waves of the ocean as he stroked the skin at her hip with one thumb, holding her there on his cock while she tried uselessly to breathe. His words were measured, steady, but there was a barely perceptible sense of tightness underlying them. Like he too was trying to hold himself together. “You’re so tight, Violet.” He rolled his hips without sinking in further, drawing a stifled, needy noise from both of them. “I need you to relax so I don’t hurt you. Can you do that for me?”
Could she? She wasn’t sure. She felt anything but relaxed with his cock splitting her in two, but his tone was imploring, and she wanted nothing more than to please him, so she nodded her head. She would at least try. She took a deep breath while he held himself still, then another, letting her muscles go from taut-elastic-about-to-snap to something a bit warmer, a bit looser. Focused on the rhythmic stroking of Xaden’s thumb at her hip as he leaned over her and pressed hot kisses between her shoulder blades and along her spine.
“There you go.” He pressed the words into her skin, branding her with invisible tattoos that sank right through to her soul. “So good for me. You’re taking me so well, Violet.” He pulled back just an inch, and with the next roll of his hips, she could feel the brush of his slacks against her bare skin. “Taking all of me,” he breathed, appreciation and awe both warring in his tone as he leaned in to place another kiss to the base of her neck. “My good girl. So perfect. So fucking beautiful.”
“Xaden—” She cut herself off with a quiet whimper as voices passed by in the hall, too close, right on the other side of that door. Her cheeks burned as she bit down on her lip and arched back into him.
“Quiet, remember?” Xaden teased her as he finally started moving, building up his pace slowly, warming her body to him with every thrust. “Stay quiet, or I’ll stop.”
The threat shouldn’t have thrilled her as much as it did. A pulse of pure heat throbbed between her thighs as she bit her lip hard enough to leave marks, but she swallowed down the noises that wanted to climb out of her throat with every press of Xaden’s hips. Even when he hiked her ass up higher, changed the angle and hit a spot that made fireworks explode behind her closed eyelids, she forced herself into perfect silence.
Silence that only made the sounds of Xaden’s hips snapping against her skin and the wet noises of him moving inside of her all the more obscene as they filled his office.
She wanted desperately to scream for him. To let him know how every second of this was her new favorite memory. To explain how fucking good his cock felt as he fucked her within an inch of her life. To beg and cry—for more? Faster? Harder? To let her come around him? She wasn’t sure. She just knew the word please was on repeat in her head, a broken melody that only he had the power to fix.
She had the feeling he could break her apart into a million little pieces and stitch them all back together again, forge her into something new from ashes. Something better.
Fuck, she needed him—needed this— more than she was willing to admit.
Her entire life had been so carefully controlled. Structure and order. And somehow Xaden had knocked down all those walls in a moment and turned them on their head, and it wasn’t scary. In his capable arms, even being fucked hard and fast, having pleasure wrung out of her like she’d never known possible, she still felt safe. Regardless of the current sweeping her up, she wouldn’t be dragged down. Just pulled to the exact place she needed to be.
She squeezed her eyes shut as another sharp burst of pleasure exploded through her veins, tasting iron as her teeth dug harder into her lower lip, and Xaden pressed himself along her back so his lips were right by her ear. His voice was rough, exponentially less steady than before, but he managed to keep himself quiet. Whispering hot, precious words directly into her ear so no one else could hear. They were for her—only for her.
“You’re a dream,” he panted, driving into her hard enough to slam the fronts of her thighs against the desk. “The most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, Violet.” One hand found her loose hair and brushed it off the side of her neck, improbably gentle one moment, then firm and commanding the next as he twisted his fingers into the strands and held tight, using his grip to press the side of her head down into the surface of his desk as he continued to fuck her. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to let you go after the semester’s over. Maybe I’ll keep you here for the summer,” he mused, teasing slant to his voice betrayed by the way his breath hitched. “You can spend every day researching between my legs under this desk. Down on your knees keeping me nice and warm while I do my work. I can take breaks with you spread out just like this.” He punctuated the sentence with a particularly deep thrust that made Violet keen into her own shoulder. “Devouring every inch of this incredible body.”
She squeezed around him tight, pressing herself back as much as she could with the little leverage she had. God she was so fucking close. If he hadn’t told her to be quiet, she’d beg for a hand on her clit. One touch would be enough. Just the tiniest nudge to push her over the edge.
She tried to reach her own hand down between her legs, but Xaden had her wrists in his grip in an instant, twisting her arm up above her head and pinning it to the desk with a click of his tongue. “No sweet thing, I’m going to be the one to make you come.” She nearly sobbed as he wrapped his hand around her hip, between her and the desk, and dipped his fingers into the mess between her legs before finally bringing them up to her swollen, desperate clit. Sparks raced through her body at his touch, perfectly timed with his thrusts in a way that made her feel like every nerve ending was on fire. A million little stars burning up, pinpricks of pleasure lighting under her skin as he continued to fuck into her, his hips speeding the tighter her body grew, like he too was hanging by a fucking thread.
“Violet,” he groaned. “Fuck, I can’t—” A shaky breath rasped against the shell of her ear. “I’m close. You’re so tight, so perfect. Squeezing my cock like you want me to spill inside of you.”
“I do,” she whimpered softly, because even though he wanted her to be quiet, she couldn’t let him say that and then risk him stopping. She needed it, needed him. She was going to break apart entirely, and there was nothing she wanted more than for him to do the same. To give him that pleasure in turn. “Please, Xaden.” Her face burned as she begged him, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was him touching her, him rubbing her, him fucking her, him whispering the sweetest, filthiest things in her ear until she crashed apart for him. “I want to finish with you, and I’m so fucking close. Please.”
“Fuck—”
The feeling of his hips stuttering to a deep, rough halt inside of her, the warm rush of his come filling her up, combined with his desperate, stifled groan was all she needed as his fingers continued to play against her clit in tight, perfect circles. She shattered around him, her whole body tight, and then loose, trembling with the most blinding pleasure she’d ever felt as Xaden pressed a palm to her mouth, silencing the loudest of her cries just in time as he continued to pump into her, riding out the aftershocks of his own orgasm and making sure she was completely, entirely spent before slowing leisurely to a stop, collapsing his weight onto one forearm, resting comfortably above her, his softening cock still buried inside of her, without crushing her against the desk.
The sounds of their labored breathing mixed together in the small office. It was strange hearing Xaden like this. In the classroom he was always so composed. So clearly in control. Being the one to break that control was a heady feeling indeed. Violet’s lips curled up into a soft smile as her heart pounded against her ribs, still searching for its proper rhythm.
“Fuck.” Xaden panted the word into the side of her head, then pressed a kiss to the same spot before straightening up and pulling out. Violet grimaced at the slight sting as he slid out—he hadn’t been gentle, but she’d loved every minute of it—and at the feeling of his come dripping out of her, sliding down her inner thighs. He was quiet for a long moment, just standing there, and when Violet gathered enough strength to lift her head up and peer back over her shoulder she caught him staring at the spot his cock had been just moments ago, eyes dark and hungry as they watched his come drip out of her.
His eyes lifted to find hers, and a gorgeous, satisfied smirk lifted the corner of his lips. “I meant what I said you know.” Her brain felt too foggy to follow as he tucked himself back into her pants and zipped himself up, righting his clothes while she remained mostly naked on top of his desk. “You should work for me this summer.” He rounded the side of the desk and leaned down, gripping her chin in his hand and tilting her face up for a slow, filthy kiss. “I promise to make it worth your while.”
She blinked up at him when he broke off the kiss. Her whole body ached in the best way, and her mind still felt hazy and floaty. Like she was wading through a sea of clouds. She traced her lower lip with her tongue, groaning with quiet satisfaction at the sting where she had bitten it raw.
“I’ll think about it.”
It was a bold faced lie. She was sold the moment he muttered it into her ear while pounding her against his desk. But still, she couldn’t let him think he had all the power here. Even if she had every intention of staying and doing research for him this summer, she’d make him work for her response.
Xaden didn’t push her on it yet, just wiped her down with a handkerchief from his desk drawer and pulled her to her feet, tugging up her jeans and doing up the zipper and buttons for her. Helping her back into her bra, her sweater. Adjusting her clothing and pulling her in for another kiss as his hand stroked over her hair. “I have a meeting in a few minutes,” he muttered against the shell of her ear. “We should probably go.” The way he squeezed her ass through her jeans made her want to stay right the fuck there for the rest of the day, but she knew he was right. She had other classes today as well. Studying and homework to get to. “You go first. We shouldn’t be seen walking out together. People might talk.”
“Okay.” She nodded, chewing at her sore lower lip as he ran his hand up back, then finally took a step away, though it looked like it physically pained him.
She took a couple of steps towards the door, but the sound of his voice, low and rough from their fucking, stopped her in her tracks. “And Violet?”
She turned back towards him, tilting her head at the spark of amusement in his eyes. “Yeah?”
“Wear a skirt on Friday. I don’t want anything in the way when I bend you over this desk and fuck you after class.”
Her blush crept all the way down her neck as she quickly nodded and stepped out into the hall, already looking forward to their next class together.