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"Have you ever been obsessed with someone you're fucking before?"

"Never."

I woke up the following morning with Tessa in my arms. While she still slept, I inhaled the sweet strawberry scent of her hair, careful not to wake her but also missing her, even though she was right there with her head nestled against my chest. I don't usually have sleepovers with women. I like to date and fuck, and while I don't spend time with multiple women simultaneously, I do maintain emotional boundaries and keep a certain amount of distance. I never get too close, but with Tessa, I can't seem to get close enough.

"So, when do I get to see you again, sweetheart?"

"I'll see you later in class." She stands in my doorway, casually twirling her car keys around her finger, looking like she spent the night getting royally fucked.

I lean against the doorframe, looking down at her in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. For some reason they do something for her, and right now, I want her to leave here as needy for me as I am for her.

"I mean, when do I get to touch you?" I clutch her dress between my fingers, pulling her closer to me. "When do I get to have you spread out on my bed with my mouth on you again?"

She's got me feeling clingy as fuck, and I'm not even trying to hide it.

"How about Friday?"

Fuck no.

"How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow works for me, Professor." Her lips lightly touch mine in a brief kiss, but it isn't nearly enough to quench my growing thirst. "Okay, I have to go."

Stay.

I watch every step she takes, how she walks away from me with one last glance over her shoulder, and how she drives away with one final wave. I force myself to try and ignore how much I hate it when she's gone, scared shitless to want her this much but wanting her anyway.

Chapter 28

Tessa

Today’s class with Zane is fun—well, for me, it is. He’s trying to fight against the pull he feels toward me, but I can sense his frustration growing every time our eyes meet. His lack of patience is something I’m learning to play with because when he unleashes his primal side, I go crazy for it.

I want him to ache for me, to crave me just as much as I crave him. To lose all control and do whatever filthy thing he wants to do to me, and I'll beg him for it because he's unleashed something inside me that has both my body and mind feeling something I can't make sense of.

The minutes drag by as I stare at the clock, waiting for him to acknowledge me. I want to lose myself in those hazel eyes, which seem to darken whenever lust takes over. However, he remains seated, deliberately ignoring me while focusing on his laptop.

I retrievemyphone from mybag, placing it on mylap before tapping out a message.

T: You've hardly looked at me today, and it's driving me insane.

I send him a second message after his gaze lifts and locks with mine, eye-fucking me across the room.

T: Much better, Professor.

I watch him closely and notice a slight smile grace his lips.

Z: Don't call me that when I'm trying to teach. You know what it does to me.

T: Would you rather I call you sir?

Z: You'll call me sir when you're back on your knees and gagging on my cock. Now, get back to work. P.S. What are your plans for tonight? I'm not waiting until tomorrow.

T:I'll probably spend the night touching myself while I think about you.

The second he reads my words, he carefully sets his phone on the desk and reclines back in his chair. He exhales slowly and flexes his palms out in front of him before picking the phone back up.

I look around the room like I've suddenly remembered where I am, and thankfully, nobody is focused on him. Everyone is either tapping awayon their laptops or writing in their notebooks. A few have their phones out, justlikeme, although I'm confident they're notsexting their teacher.

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