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started. It’s downright Pavlovian at this point. I stand up here, all authoritarian and professional, John stares at me with those fuck me eyes, and my body instantly responds like crazy.
“And by that,” I say, quickly spinning away from him, “I mean molecular and empirical formulas, so make sure to bring your calculators because you’ll officially need them starting now.” I pause. “Any questions before I dismiss you…?”
No one raises a hand. Of course, they don’t. It’s Friday and no one’s going to delay the end of class with a stupid question.
“All right. I’ll see you all on Monday,” I say. “Be sure to cheer on your football team tomorrow! They’re four for four so far!”
Students applaud in response and John grins up at me with his pen balanced between his lips. He stands out of his chair and throws his bag over his shoulder with his eyes on me the entire time.
“Excuse me, Ms. Hawthorne,” he says at normal volume by the door. “Do you have office hours today?”
I nod. “Yep.”
“Do you mind if I stop by?” he asks. “I think I screwed up those problems in chapter eight…”
“Sure, I’ll walk you through them again.”
“Excellent. Thank you.”
I pause in the doorway. “Oh, and bring a calculator.”
He smiles. “I will.”
***
“We can’t keep doing this, John.”
His tongue slides along my neck, drawing a line from my ear to my collarbone. “That’s what you said after the first time,” he grins. “And the second time... And the third time ...”
“Well...” I let out a soft moan as he lays a hand between my thighs. “It just seems like one of those things one of us should say...”
“I hear you, Ms. Hawthorne ...”
A shiver slides down my spine as he says the name and I spread my legs for him as he leans me back against the desk. He crushes his lips on mine, making the world stop turning. I thought that sensation would degrade the more he did it but each kiss still feels like the first time.
I tug on his belt. “Did you bring a calculator?”
He chuckles against my lips. “Back pocket.”
I reach around him and slide my fingers into his jeans pocket, feeling the square, foil packaging hidden inside.
A knock taps the office door. “Hey, Rose, you in here?”
I push John away as panic takes over. “Desk—” I spit.
“What?”
“Under the desk.”
John falls to his knees behind the desk as the door cracks open and I rush to push my skirt down before Dr. Zach pokes his head into the office.
“Hey, Dr. Zach!” I say, my voice way too loud.
He steps inside with a smile and closes the door behind him. “I was hoping to get a few minutes with you to talk midterms.”
I nod and take a wide step around the desk to sit there before he can. “Sure.”
As I slide into the chair, I see John peeking out with wild, mischievous eyes. I lay a hidden hand on his forehead to push him back.
“What’s on your mind, Dr. Zach?”
He sits down in the chair across from me, thankfully oblivious to John’s presence. “We’re getting into some heavy material now...”
“Yes, we are.”
John lays his hands on my knees beneath the desk and I bite my cheek.
Dr. Zach shows a quick smile. “So, I hope you don’t take it too personally when I say I’m benching you for the next few classes.”
Strong hands force my knees apart and I softly kick John with my toes, tapping him wherever I can to stop him. “Benching me?”
John keeps going, sliding his fingers between my thighs and my heart skips.
“It took me years before I even mastered this stuff, so I’d rather take the wheel and make sure the students get it right. Not that I don’t think you’re more than capable of teaching this, Rose, you’ve definitely come a long way since your first day.”
“Thank you, Dr. Zach,” I say, sitting still. “I completely understahhh—” I bite my tongue as John slides a thick finger inside of me.
Dr. Zach furrows his brow.
“And by that,” I say, quickly spinning away from him, “I mean molecular and empirical formulas, so make sure to bring your calculators because you’ll officially need them starting now.” I pause. “Any questions before I dismiss you…?”
No one raises a hand. Of course, they don’t. It’s Friday and no one’s going to delay the end of class with a stupid question.
“All right. I’ll see you all on Monday,” I say. “Be sure to cheer on your football team tomorrow! They’re four for four so far!”
Students applaud in response and John grins up at me with his pen balanced between his lips. He stands out of his chair and throws his bag over his shoulder with his eyes on me the entire time.
“Excuse me, Ms. Hawthorne,” he says at normal volume by the door. “Do you have office hours today?”
I nod. “Yep.”
“Do you mind if I stop by?” he asks. “I think I screwed up those problems in chapter eight…”
“Sure, I’ll walk you through them again.”
“Excellent. Thank you.”
I pause in the doorway. “Oh, and bring a calculator.”
He smiles. “I will.”
***
“We can’t keep doing this, John.”
His tongue slides along my neck, drawing a line from my ear to my collarbone. “That’s what you said after the first time,” he grins. “And the second time... And the third time ...”
“Well...” I let out a soft moan as he lays a hand between my thighs. “It just seems like one of those things one of us should say...”
“I hear you, Ms. Hawthorne ...”
A shiver slides down my spine as he says the name and I spread my legs for him as he leans me back against the desk. He crushes his lips on mine, making the world stop turning. I thought that sensation would degrade the more he did it but each kiss still feels like the first time.
I tug on his belt. “Did you bring a calculator?”
He chuckles against my lips. “Back pocket.”
I reach around him and slide my fingers into his jeans pocket, feeling the square, foil packaging hidden inside.
A knock taps the office door. “Hey, Rose, you in here?”
I push John away as panic takes over. “Desk—” I spit.
“What?”
“Under the desk.”
John falls to his knees behind the desk as the door cracks open and I rush to push my skirt down before Dr. Zach pokes his head into the office.
“Hey, Dr. Zach!” I say, my voice way too loud.
He steps inside with a smile and closes the door behind him. “I was hoping to get a few minutes with you to talk midterms.”
I nod and take a wide step around the desk to sit there before he can. “Sure.”
As I slide into the chair, I see John peeking out with wild, mischievous eyes. I lay a hidden hand on his forehead to push him back.
“What’s on your mind, Dr. Zach?”
He sits down in the chair across from me, thankfully oblivious to John’s presence. “We’re getting into some heavy material now...”
“Yes, we are.”
John lays his hands on my knees beneath the desk and I bite my cheek.
Dr. Zach shows a quick smile. “So, I hope you don’t take it too personally when I say I’m benching you for the next few classes.”
Strong hands force my knees apart and I softly kick John with my toes, tapping him wherever I can to stop him. “Benching me?”
John keeps going, sliding his fingers between my thighs and my heart skips.
“It took me years before I even mastered this stuff, so I’d rather take the wheel and make sure the students get it right. Not that I don’t think you’re more than capable of teaching this, Rose, you’ve definitely come a long way since your first day.”
“Thank you, Dr. Zach,” I say, sitting still. “I completely understahhh—” I bite my tongue as John slides a thick finger inside of me.
Dr. Zach furrows his brow.
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