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He sighs, and in my periphery I see him run a hand through his damp hair again.

“Right, okay. I get it. I got it. See you soon.”

He turns and disappears from my office, probably off to do God-knows-what with God-knows-who. That’s fine. It’s more appropriate anyways. Anyone he fucks around with will at least be his age. And that’s good for him.

And very good for me.

Because I should definitely not be lusting after him, and I most assuredly should not be putting my face anywhere near his ass again. If he reports me, I’ll deserve any discipline that comes my way.

That’s right. I need to remember I could get in trouble for this. For acting like a sex-starved man with someone who is clearly a student. The power imbalance is insane. Not only that, but he’s my TA, for fuck’s sake.

This is for the best. He can have his jock, and I’ll make sure this remains professional between us from now on.

No more sitting outside his place of work.

And most definitely no more jacking off to thoughts of him.

Chapter Seven

Everly

Dr. Sinclair put his foot down. And it wasn’t on my dick like I would have preferred. A nice foot caress on my cock to rub one out would have been nice. I could see him doing that, reaching his socked toes out and rubbing them up and down my hard length.

Fuck. Me. I’d be so here for that.

Yeah, but no, there was no cock touching. Instead, he shut this thing between us down. He hasn’t even shown up to the club in days. Hasn’t waved to the bouncer as he strolled casually by. Hasn’t even sat in the parking lot and waited for me. Where the hell did my Sneaky Stalker Sinclair go? I want him back.

And honestly, how could he lick my ass and then tell me that it won’t happen again? He can’t give me a taste of him and then pull away. That’s not fair. The whole thing really gets my competitive juices flowing.

I want him.

I want his tongue on me again.

His hands. His eyes.

I want them to slide across me while I stand there, aching and needy. I want it all.

And he told me motherfucking no.

I lean against the wall, my phone sitting uselessly in my hand. I have tutoring to get to with Garrett, but I don’t want to go. I’d rather stand outside the biology building and try to catch sight of Dr. Sinclair. Not that he’s here. He’s been avoiding me. Probably knows I’m lurking around outside and is hiding in his office.

Fuck.

I run a hand through my hair and then stride toward the library where I plan to meet Garrett for our session. I met him when I first transferred here, and we hit it off. We had a short fling before we realized we weren’t compatible, but we decided to remain friends. When he reached out to me for private tutoring last week, I couldn’t turn him down. He’s not part of the biology classes I normally TA for, but I’m helping him with his English Lit class. It’s not his forte and happens to be something I’m not half bad at. I do love reading.

Love all that delicious smut Austin keeps recommending to me.

My eyes turn back to the biology building, and I run a hand across my jaw. I just want to stand here and wait for Dr. Sinclair to come out and then crowd him until he caves. Again.

But I can’t do that. I need to get to Garrett, the guy Dr. Sinclair glowered at when he saw us together. He looked pretty pissed actually.

My heart skips a beat in my chest.

You know what? Come to think of it, in that moment, he seemed a little jealous.

I stand up straighter, my mind spinning. Oh fuck. Was he jealous?

What if he was?

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