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Too close.
Every step I took, I felt him get closer.
And in the sickest way, I knew, if he caught me, I wouldn’t mind the punishment.
Chapter 7
NATHAN
What the hell was wrong with him?
Had he seriously broken into my house?
Snuck into my pool?
What the hell was he planning to do if I hadn’t found him there?
Spy on me?
I shook my head.
Focus, he was getting away.
I pushed faster, boots crunching against the damp ground, his heavy breathing pulling me forward.
It was pitch-dark, but I could still make out his shape.
The slope of his back.
The tight little ass that—
Christ. You’re married, Nathan.
You’re his fucking professor.
I stumbled over a root, pace faltering, breath hitching, not from the run, but from the memory of him in my classroom.
The feel of his plush mouth against mine.
His wiry body twisting beneath me, begging—
My steps slowed without me realizing it.
My wife was literally upstairs.
Probably still replaying the moment I told her I was going for a midnight run, something I never did.
The disbelief in her face had made me feel like a complete asshole.
Focus, Nathan.
I ducked behind a tree, watching him pause ahead, scanning the darkness.
He was shaking, cold, but still somehow magnetic enough to make me forget,again, why I was chasing him at all.
I grit my teeth at the realization, he was inmyhouse.
How the hell did he even find where I live? I saw no cars in the driveway, and campus is a long way from here.
