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Liam answered in a slightly slower cadence than usual, partially out of hesitance, partially for effect. In a whisper, he told Professor Williams something no one else his age would have had a chance of getting away with saying to her.

“I want it to be summer already. I just know you’ll look so unbelievably sexy dressed like that.”

Another breath in. Another pause. And then… a question. Two of them.

“Really? You think so?”

With that, before he could affirm a question that was the most easily affirmed question ever asked, Tess changed the course of their relationship forever.

She lifted herself just a few inches onto her toes.

Liam’s hands didn’t move.

His entire hands skimmed against her butt. That lasted for all of about a second.

Liam pushed his fingers and palms into the most arousing butt that they could have found in their grasp. Through the skintight leggings, through the fleece lining them on the inside, he felt Tess’s incredible ass without any hesitance or ability to act as if he wasn’t doing exactly what it was he was doing.

He felt her up. She’d given him the opportunity to do so.

She lowered herself back onto her heels but didn’t pull away or say a word. That was enough for him to know he was still free to caress her. Her soft butt grew firmer when his fingers pressed in deeper.

Breathing softly but unevenly, Tess flexed her butt, and he found every good reason why he’d want to join her on those jogs. Especially if he could earn more opportunities to feel her toned butt. It’d feel even better in leggings meant for summer or, if he ended up incredibly lucky, if she threw on some jogger’s shorts once or twice.

While he felt her up, his cock throbbed in his pants. It’d stiffened long ago, well before they reached this salacious moment. With it pressed against her stomach, it was impossible she didn’t feel it. A moment after this thought, Tess leaned into him, and Liam almost groaned due to the sublime pressure he experienced.

“You know,” Tess whispered, drawing a deep breath, “it doesn’t have to be spring or summer for me to show you what I might look like in those seasons.”

Liam’s nostrils flared with excitement. “You’re right. Nothing wrong with seeing how everything fits.”

Tess’s chin rubbed against his shoulder as she nodded. “Yes. After all, there will only be so much for us to do while we’re snowed in like this. I could… share some of the outfits that I picked up this fall when I started working out more seriously.”

“That idea sounds fantastic to me,” Liam said, licking his lips and pulling Tess’s butt apart with his hands. There were other things whose fit he was thinking about, and he wondered if his and Tess’s thoughts aligned.

“Just promise me one thing,” Tess said, breathing unevenly as she let him repeat the action a second time.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I need you to be… good when Anna’s around,” she whispered. “Okay? This is already… completely illicit. I-I shouldn’t be acting like an outlet for your lust like this, Liam. It’s wrong.”

A strike of panic nailed itself to his heart, and he hoped she wasn’t about to rescind their plans. “Anna and I are just in the talking stages, really. We’re not exclusive or anything.”

“I know that,” Tess said, drawing back enough to look into his eyes again. She let his hands remain where they were, though Liam stopped fondling her as vigorously as he had before. “I mean that it’s wrong because of whoweare to each other.”

“Because we live next to each other?”

Tess frowned. “Don’t play dumb, Liam. I’ve known you since you were a boy.”

Those words sparked a conflagration in his chest. He met her gaze, irritation scratching his voice. “But I’mnota boy anymore. You said that yourself earlier. You called me a man.”

Color crept along Tess’s face. “I know I said that.”

“So, I want you to treat me like one,” he continued, hoping he didn’t sound as desperate as he felt. He couldn’t bear it if she retreated from him, not after this surprise development between them. If the lust faded and she threw up tall walls to keep him from ever holding her again like this, he didn’t know what he’d do.

“If I were to do that, then I’d still have to look at the difference in our ages,” Tess said. “Most of the men I know your age are students of mine.”

“But I’m not. Even if we were discussing… private lessons.”

His words propelled the expiration date of her blush forward several minutes. “I don’t think me showing off skintight outfits in front of you counts as a private lesson.”

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