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The answer is no. I leave the light off and release her so she slides down the length of my body, but my hands are unwilling to fully let her go. My cock pulses against her stomach and my traitorous hands grip her ass to grind her against my rock-hard length.

“Professor,” she whispers, leaning back to try and see me in the dim room. Her eyes are wide and shining and her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“Yes, make them wet for me, little girl.” I murmur, stroking up and down her back, dipping my fingers lower with each pass. “Do you want my tongue in your mouth?”

Her nod is almost imperceptible, but she reaches to grip my shoulders and closes her eyes. “Yes, please, Professor.”

Her sweet mouth falls open an inch and any last bit of control I was clinging to is gone. I take her face in my hands and ravage her mouth, plunging my tongue in and out in the same way I’ve been fantasizing about fucking her. Her moans ignite me and I roughly back her up into the bookshelf, one hand tangled in her hair, the other roaming down her body.

Her nipple springs to life under my palm when I cup her breast through her thin t-shirt and bra. She whines against my mouth and arches into my hand. It’s not enough for her and it’s certainly not enough for me. Yanking up her shirt, I shove aside the plain pink sports bra. It’s so much sexier than if she’d been wearing satin and lace. I pull away to look down at her as I tweak and twist her taut peach-tinted nipple.

“Kiss me more,” she pleads, clutching at my hair.

“I will. I just want to look at your incredible tits first.” I smile when her eyes roll back as I continue to caress her. “Are you wet for me yet, Rosalie?”

She shivers and licks her lips, trying to pull my head down again. She’s so greedy and eager, it’s making it hard to hold back. I shake my head and move my hand down her flat belly to cup her between her legs. Her soft mound just about burns a hole in my palm. I move my middle finger back and forth through the thin fabric of her yoga pants, stroking her slit and watching her slowly lose her sweet mind.

“I want to know if you’re wet for me here, little girl.”

She shakily takes a step to spread her legs for me and I push my fingers deeper, feeling for the tight hole I want to stretch with my cock.

“Yes, I’m wet for you, Professor,” she says around ragged gasps. “Touch me, really touch me, and find out.”

It’s all the invitation I need. I plunge my hand down the front of her pants and sink my fingers into the wet heat of her pussy. And she is so very, very wet. I take her mouth again as I push a finger inside her. She stiffens and I ease away.

“No, please,” she begs, her eyes searching mine. “I want your fingers inside me. Your—your cock. Everything. I think about it, I dream about it. Please, Professor, please make my body feel good.”

Fuck. Holy fuck. Her innocent plea sends me over the edge. What am I doing? Am I really going to take this sweet girl in my office? How has Rosalie managed to make me forget everything I stand for? I can’t let myself go any further, but I can’t leave her like this, open and pleading. She’d hate me and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I don’t know how this all happened, but she’s far too important to risk losing. I may have to give up my own pleasure, but I sure as hell will see to hers. Then it’ll be over. She’ll be out of my system.

I take her hands and hold them above her head against the bookshelf.

“Just relax and enjoy this, Rosalie,” I tell her.

Her eyes search mine as I give her a long, teasing kiss. My free hand slides back down to her pussy and I ease my fingertips over her clit, rolling and circling until she writhes against my strong hold on her wrists.

“Let it happen,” I urge her. “Let me make you feel good.”

She nods and lets her head loll back. I watch her with wonder as I work her clit, my own body raging, but I have to deny it. Once she comes, she slumps against me, and I free her hands so she can cling to me. I stroke her back until her rough breathing settles, and help her straighten her clothes, then guide her to my desk where her schoolbook sits.

“I think that’s what you came here for?”

Her pretty cheeks turn red and she tucks it under her arm. As much as I wish she was mine, she can’t be, and I think she senses it because her eyes take on a sorrowful tinge.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asks.

I shake my head. “You’re not walking home alone. I’ll drive you to your dorm.” It looks like she’ll argue and I shake my head again. “Just let me drive you home, little girl.”

Her smile almost blinds me. By the time we reach my car, my cock has mostly settled down to accept its fate. This may be a huge mistake, and I’ve already skated dangerously close to the line. She becomes quite the chatterbox on the short ride to her dorm, telling me about a new book review website she found. She promises to send me the link as I pull in front of her building, then looks at me shyly, yet expectantly.

“I think I should have your number, Professor,” she says.

“Oh, do you?”

She nods firmly. “If I had been able to call you tonight—”

I laugh and reach for her phone. “None of that might have happened?” I say and she snickers. I enter my number for her and tell her to send me one text so I can put her in my contacts as well. “Don’t abuse this privilege,” I say. Strangely, though, I wouldn’t mind if she messaged me night and day. “Go on now, get to your room.”

She opens her door and sticks her foot out, then abruptly turns to give me a kiss on the cheek before hopping out of the car.

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