“You basically did.”
“I was drunk, Ryan. I think you’re misunderstanding.”
He grabs me and kisses me hard enough that the divorce papers in my bag flash through my mind. Separated, not divorced.
I knew better, but I couldn't help but find my hands around his waist.
He kept going, mouth demanding, his voice a low possessive chant—Mine. Mine. Mine.And damn it, part of me reacted. My tongue met his– muscle memory from that first time he kissed me when I should’ve pushed him away.
A groan escaped me before I could stop it. He’s good. Too good.
Why was he intoxicating? Him? This insolent brat.
“Good boy.” He purred it as he hoped onto my desk, legs sliding around me. My restraint was fraying fast.
“Ryan, wait. I’m not divorced yet.”
A wicked grin. “You have the papers?”
I nodded. He plucked them from me like I’ve just handed over a gift. “Cute.”
He flipped them open. “You haven’t signed.”
“Was just getting to it.”
“Your full name is Nathaniel Thorne?”
I nod. He stifled a laugh. “Very cute. Get me a pen.”
I moved before I could think about it, and handed him one. He clicked it open, handed it back, then rolled my chair out and gestured for me to sit.
“Sign it.”
I started to speak, but then he started kneeling, mouth pressing against me through the fabric.
My brain shorted out. I should've stopped him, but my body went still. Teeth grazed my zipper, then he unbuttoned my slacks like it was nothing.
“Mmh… bet that bitch Claire wished she were here right now, the way she was eye-fucking you.”
“She’s… she’s new,” I stammer, breath catching as his warm exhale ghosted over me.
When’s the last time someone did this?
I grip the pen, eyes catching on theSign Hereline just as he spit on my cock, the heat of it pooling low.
Fuck. Did I lock it? If someone were to walk in I could say bye to my career.
“Sign it, Professor,” he murmured to me. “Please?”
I scrawled the first initial, his hand wrapping around me, not even fully, but tight. A sharp inhale cut through my teeth.
Another sound of spitting. I look down.
A mistake.
His pretty face was pressed against me, eyes locking with mine before sliding shut so he could lick his own spit off my cock like it was the best thing he’s ever tasted.
I felt myself get lightheaded.
