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a.m. on the dot, with not just one but
two coffees balanced on a take-out tray. For all my talk about
functioning better at this hour, I won’t
lie, a coffee definitely helped take the edge off the
less-than-fruitful night I had.
    Another
night of imagining her body. The body I already know by touch if not
by sight. The body so deliciously close I can practically feel her
warmth radiating on my skin.
    “But
she’s not an object,
is she,” Harper
points out. Her eyes have caught on mine, and I can’t
seem to pull free this time. “Eliot
took a very progressive view toward women for his time. If this poem
is one of his, I’d
say we should read it with that in mind. Courtly love was about men
pining away for an impossible feminine love, someone who could never
feel the same for him. But what if she did? What if she wasn’t
as unattainable as she might seem?”
    Somehow,
I don’t think we’re
talking about the poem anymore. “The
poem is about the impossibility of the whole thing. It doesn’t
matter what she wants, or what the narrator wants.”
    She’s
close. Too close. Her face hovers inches from mine, and I can feel
her breath as she murmurs, “What
about what you want?”
    I
can feel the heat in my eyes, the build-up of lust that
would—should—scare
any sensible girl away. But she meets that gaze head-on, and the same
fire burns in her eyes. “You
don’t want to know
what I want. Trust me.”
My voice drops into a growl. I can’t
help it. She brings out the beast in me.
    I
could swear she knows it, too, by the way her red lips (who wears
lipstick this early in the morning?) curve into a sharp grin.
    She’s
a student; she’s
not right for you; this is just a phase for her, and she’ll
hate you if you take advantage of her right now. I
try as hard as I can to remind myself of all the reasons this cannot
happen.
    Then
those bright red lips part around her reply. “Oh,
but I do want to know. Tell me what you want, Professor. Or better
yet, show me . . . ”
    That
does it. That flips the switch inside. I lose all ability to think
straight. Next thing I know, my mouth crushes into hers and my hands
dig into her sides, hauling her up from her seat until we’re
both standing. Our chairs crash to the floor beside us. I break away
long enough to turn the lock on the office door, and when I turn back
to her, she’s
leaning against my desk, her short skirt hiked just high enough that
I can tell that beneath it, what I took for panty hose are actually
thigh-high stockings held up by garters around her waist.
    “What
I want?” I repeat.
    She
came prepared. Or so she thinks. Somehow I doubt she’s
ready for this.
    “What
I want is to bend you over this desk and fuck you right here, right
now.”
    I
cross the room again and pull her body against me, hip to hip, chest
to chest. “How do
you feel about that, Harper?”
    She
arches her back to dig her crotch into my leg. “Why
don’t you touch me
and find out?” She
grins and leans up to try and kiss me again, but I grasp her jaw in
one hand, tilt her head to the side to expose her long, slender neck.
Her hips grind against mine, and the length of my cock digs into her
stomach as I lean in to bite the tender spot just below her ear.
    Her
sharp gasp only makes me harder. Her hands reach up to bury
themselves in my hair, and I drop mine to the cleavage peeking out
from the top of her button-down shirt. My fingers fumble on the
buttons as our lips collide again.
    Fuck
it .
    I
yank the shirt apart, sending buttons flying between us, and
revealing the lacy red bra that restrains her perfectly shaped
B-cups. “You keep
asking what I want,”
I say as I run my hands over her warm, soft skin and trace the
outline of the bra with two fingers until she’s
gritting her teeth, her hips bucking against mine in frustration.
“What about you,
Harper? What do you want?”
    “For
you to do whatever you want to me.”
Her baby blue eyes flash to mine, and even though