“Yes, it was.” I giggle as heat floods my face, and Zoe bites her lips together, having figured out what is going on.
“Daisy!” Alexander barks and flips on the light. “My office in fifteen minutes.”
My best friend slips out of her seat and whispers in my ear, “You’re a dirty fucking girl, and I want to be you when I grow up.” She winks as the rest of the class files down the aisles.
Heather stands in front of my desk with her hands on her hips. “You’re such an embarrassment. I don’t see how you’ll ever get into medical school.”
“And you’re such a bitch. I can’t see how you’ll ever amount to anything.” I stand while keeping my legs together.
“You’re such a bitch.” Heather spins on her heel, marches to her desk, snatches up her gear, and dismisses me.
When we’re the only one remaining, he says, “My office. Twelve minutes.”
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Alexander
As I walk the hallway toward my office, my blood burns with desire. The more time I spend with Daisy, the less I care that I’m paving my way to hell. She’s a drug I can’t keep from seeking. I don’t want her. I need her to survive. And there is nothing hotter than watching her come undone. Her soft whimpers. Her lusty screams. And I’m the only one who’s touched her.
My hands ball into fists as I dodge one of the graduate students working in the tutoring lab. And she’d better never let anyone else touch what’s mine.
I unlock the door and step inside. Like a caged animal, I pace the floor from my desk to the door. Aching for her. Each second feels like an eternity. I drag down a deep breath and unfurl my fingers.
Control. I must stay in control. If she knows what she does to me, I’m sunk. I’ve never let anyone this close to me before. My need to stay in control has been paramount to anything else. I rake a hand through my hair. Is this love? Lust? Something bigger than both of them combined?
Knock. Knock.In two steps, I eat up the distance between my desk and the door and snatch it open.
“May I come in?” She licks her lips and stares with those big fuck-me eyes, and there’re no more questions. There’s no use pretending she doesn’t rule me with the crook of one finger. If this is what love feels like, then I’m all in.
“Get inside.” My jaw flexes as I muster every ounce of control I have left. Because if I don’t, I’ll fuck her in the hallway.
“Yes, sir.” The corners of her lips raise. Wench.
I slip my hand into my pocket and hit the speed button on the remote.
Her eyes widen as her entire body convulses. “Don’t.” She grits her teeth and shuts the door. She fists my tie and yanks me forward. “The vibrator is a poor substitute for you. I want my filthy professor buried deep inside me. What are you going to do about that?” She bats her eyes, and my need for her overcomes everything else.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to pass out from keeping everyone in this building from knowing who you belong to.”
I twist the lock, unzip my pants, and unleash my throbbing cock.
As I pump up and down my engorged flesh, she bites her bottom lip, watching my every move with eyes that glow. “I belong to you.”
“Yes.” I grab her chin with one hand while continuing to jerk off because my need is too great to ignore. “You do. And don’t ever forget it. You are mine.” I twist my hand into her hair and yank her head back. “I want that gorgeous mouth of yours wrapped around my dick.” I suck her bottom lip until she whimpers and then let go.
“Yes, sir.” She drops to her knees.
The second her mouth has encased my cock; I grab the sides of her face and fuck her until tears of lust slide down her cheeks. “That’s it, baby. Suck me off like the naughty little schoolgirl you are.”
I reach into my pocket and press the speed button again. She wiggles at my feet as she rotates her hips. So fucking gorgeous. Too fucking gorgeous for her own good. But this is not where I’m going to come.
I slam my hips back, causing her mouth to dislodge from me. Her lips are plump and swollen from working so hard to please me. “I want your face on my desk and that beautiful ass in the air.”
“Yes, sir.” She nods. “Anything you say.” The eagerness in her eyes makes my heart swell with happiness.
Once she’s assumed the position, I walk across the floor. This time, the edge has been knocked off, and I’m not frantic. I want to come, but I’m going to enjoy the show–first.