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My eyes rolled back into my head as her mouth sheathed my cock, her tongue sliding over and around my tip like it was the most delicious lollipop she’d ever tasted. And then she took me deeper, her lips sliding down my shaft and my tip nudging the back of her throat.

A deep, guttural moan forced its way up my throat, the pleasure of her conquering me indescribable. Each withdrawal and descent of her mouth on my dick willed my eyes to close at the overwhelming sensation she delivered, but I made myself look down at her with eyes wide open, determined to capture this moment in my memory because the sight of her suckling me was infinitely better than any porn.

She gripped my ass as she began to suck harder and faster, her nails digging into my skin, the pain only amplifying my need.

“Oh, fuck, Shea,” I groaned, gripping onto the edge of the sink to keep myself from buckling under her wrath.

She moaned around my cock in her throat, the vibrations rattling my very bones and spiking my pleasure to the point of agony.

A ringing sounded somewhere on the floor, echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. I ignored it, desperate to disappear into my slavery to her. But time and again, the damn noise continued to assault my eardrums and interrupt my enjoyment. My wrist watch dinged, and with a grunt of irritation, I bent it toward me to see what the fuck was so important.

Ren. “You need to come back to the school ASAP. I have a very important matter for you.”

As I read and reread the text, that little voice in my head got louder, cutting through the haze of inebriation and lust that clouded my thoughts.

What was I doing? I was a twenty-six-year-old director of a very important school, and I was letting a girl the age of many of my students suck my cock. With the intention of doing so much more.

But she wasn’t my student. And really, there was noletin this situation. I’d been obsessed with this girl for weeks. She very well could have cast a spell on me to make me so vexed by her, and I was a more than willing sacrifice to her dark magic.

I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want this moment to ever end. But duty was calling. Literally. I had a job to do, people who depended on me.

“Shea,” I whispered, tapping her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, but I need to go.”

She paused with her lips halfway down my shaft and looked up at me for a moment, a thousand unspoken thoughts darting in her eyes. When she pulled her mouth away from my dick, my heart thudded with the finality of that action, that this was over, and probably would never happen again.

“One for the road,” she said, then descended on my cock again with more vigor than before.

“Omigod,” I gasped as she sucked me with a determined ferocity that stole the breath from lungs.

Her hand gripped my shaft, stroking me as she bobbed harder and faster. Pleasure crashed over me, building with an intensity and a speed I didn’t see coming and was helpless against. When I came, she buried her mouth over my dick, and the feeling of my seed spilling into her warm mouth was the filthiest pleasure I’d ever known.

Until I felt her swallow.

Dear fucking God, this girl!

She licked her lips as she rose, helping me pull up my boxers and slacks. As I zipped myself up, she shoved the balled up sweater into my arms and winked, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“It’s okay. I understand. What happens at the pub stays at the pub.” Her pretty forehead crinkled with resigned sadness, making my heart tug.

She lifted on her toes to peck my lips one last time, and words completely evaded me. How could I tell her how sorry I was? That I should never have let it get this far? That this could never happen again?

So I didn’t say anything. I just put my kitty sweater back on and left the most amazing girl I’d ever met. And I couldn’t decide if the bigger mistake was letting myself get drawn in by her, or walking away from her now.

Chapter 22

Arya

BANG, BANG, BANG!

I jackknifed in my bed, startled out of a sound sleep by a loud banging on my door. Heart pounding in my ears, I struggled to rouse out of the confusion that resulted from waking up mid-dream.

I looked at the red numbers on my digital clock, then wiped my hands down my face. Why the fuck was anyone bothering me before six o’clock on the first day back to school?

The rude fist hammered on my door again. Growling, I yanked off my covers and stomped to the door, ready to yell at whatever mer had come back from vacation with a scale up their ass.

When I threw open the door, Ashlyn was standing in the hallway, looking incredibly out of place and wearing an anxious expression.

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