Chapter 22 Ethan
Ethan
My eyes snap up from my watch to bounce around the lecture theatre, trying to ascertain whether anyone knows what’s going on right under their noses.
It was hard enough agreeing to help Andy out for another week—he called me from hospital over the weekend claiming glandular fever is no joke—but now…
When he sent me his lecture notes, I almost backed out, knowing there’d be no way in hell I could stand at the front of the lecture theatre talking about romance in literature while she was in the room. But in the end, that’s exactly why I ended up here. My masochistic craving to see her.
Leni.
My little devil.
@daring_devil: What if I told you I’m not wearing any underwear?
Fuck.
I rush through the rest of the lecture, my cock straining uncomfortably against the confines of my sweatpants. As the students trickle out of the theatre, I don’t miss that she remains in her seat, packing away her things.
Slipping my phone out of my pocket, I click on the app and type out a message of my own.
@watch_me_watch_you: My office. Five minutes.
I glance down at my rather alarming problem before sending another one.
@watch_me_watch_you: Make it ten.
When I risk a glance in her direction, hoping her friend hasn’t noticed anything, my heart skips a beat when I see her smile. She’s so goddamn beautiful.
After watching her leave the lecture theatre with her friend, I push aside all the reasons why this is a bad idea and try to focus on thinking unsexy thoughts as I pack my laptop into my bag. It proves extremely difficult when all I can think about is finding out if her last message is true or not.
My phone vibrates with a new message, and I groan, terrified of what she might have sent me now, when I’m seconds away from blowing in my pants like a pre-pubescent teenager, but when I finally check my screen, it’s not a DM from the Euphoria app, but a text message from my ex-wife. Automatic mood-killer.
Vanessa: Wanted to let you know before you heard it from anyone else. Henrique asked me to move to Brazil with him. We’re leaving after Dylan’s graduation.
I wait for something to hit. The twist in my gut. The old, familiar flood of anger or regret or whatever I used to carry around like a second skin. But it never comes.
There’s nothing.
No bitterness. No sadness. Nothing.
Instead, I slide my phone back into my pocket and exit the lecture theatre, heading towards my office.
I know what I’m about to do is risky.
No, not risky. It’s downright dangerous.
Inviting Leni into my office after everything that’s already happened between us is a lawsuit waiting to happen. But I can’t bring myself to care.
I know I’m leaving, and I shouldn’t lead her on when nothing can come of this, but she makes me feel alive in a way I thought I’d never feel before, and maybe it’s just that she’s feeding into that narcissistic side of me that needs to be needed, but damn, I can’t stay away when she’s sending me messages like that.
She’s an adult. She knows what she’s getting herself into.
If she’s willing to explore whatever this is with no strings attached for the next three months, why should I stop it?
Apart from the obvious reason of me being a professor and her being a student, that is.
But as long as we’re careful, no one will get hurt.
I reach my office before her, and pace the length of the room, weighing up the pros and cons of what I’m about to do.
Pro: the sex is amazing.
Con: she’s a student.
Pro: she’s of legal age to make her own decisions.
Con: I don’t want to hurt her when I leave.
Pro—
A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts, and she slips into the room, locking the door behind her before I can decide what I’m going to do. Leaning against the closed door, she licks her lips, her navy eyes locked on mine.
All the reasons against doing this fly out the window. I stalk across the room and crush my lips to hers. She whimpers into my mouth, her hands fisting my shirt and dragging me closer as we lose ourselves in each other.
“You’re a naughty little devil, aren’t you?” I murmur against her lips.
All she can manage is a simple, “Mmhmm,” before I back her against my desk.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, needing her to say the words before I take this any further.
“Yes,” she says, biting down on her lip as she meets my heated gaze with her own. “I know you’re leaving, but I don’t care. I need this. I need you.”
Fuck if my heart hasn’t just leapt from my chest and straight into her hand.
“Do you think you can stay quiet while I feast on my sweet pussy?” I ask, playing with the button on her jeans.
Leni nods, and that’s all the confirmation I need. Pushing her pants down her legs, I groan when I see she wasn’t lying about wearing no panties. I drop to my knees and waste no time flinging her legs over my shoulders and burying my tongue in her glistening cunt.
One hand tangles in my hair, while the other covers her mouth to muffle the sinful moans already falling from her lips. I keep my eyes locked on her face as I lick, suck, and nip at her core.
She tastes like fucking heaven.
When her thighs tighten, I fill her with my fingers and brush my teeth over her sensitive nub. “Are you going to come all over my desk, little devil?”
Her eyes widen and her legs shake as I grin up at her, teasing her with my tongue. She suppresses a moan, and my cock twitches. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Oh my God, yes.”
“I’m going to make you come all over my tongue, then I’m going to bend you over this desk and teach you why it’s a bad idea to tease your professor.”
“Please.”
Gripping her hips, I slide her closer to the edge and fuck her with my fingers, sucking on her clit until she trembles, her muffled cries the only warning I have before her release coats my tongue.
I lick her through her orgasm before pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh and climbing to my feet.
Her hands immediately find the waistband of my pants, and she pushes them down as I claim her mouth, letting her taste herself. As soon as my cock is free, she guides me to her entrance. We both moan as I slide inside.
I had every intention of bending her over my desk, but this is so much better. The way she gazes up at me with such raw hunger in her eyes makes me lose all control.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” I tell her, biting the delicate skin underneath her ear.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
I comply with a chuckle, gripping her hips tighter as I thrust in deep.
Her hands loop around my neck, holding me close as I continue to fuck her on my desk.
Her lips are soft and delicate, but her kisses are anything but.
They’re full of raw need and fire, and I don’t know how I’m going to walk away from her when the time comes.
Leni has got me breaking all the rules, but I can’t find it in me to care.
I’m living for her smiles, and the unfiltered look of desire in her beautiful eyes.
She’s been through some pretty dark things in her life, but I want to show her that not all men are bad.
We may have an expiry date, but if she wants what I have to offer, then I’m determined to make her see that she deserves the world. Even if I can’t give it to her.
I can’t offer her forever, but I can show her how a real man should treat her so she never settles for anything less.
It twists my gut to know she’ll eventually end up with someone else, but as long as they treat her right, all I want is her happiness.
The fact I want to murder this person without them even existing yet is something I don’t want to focus on while I’m balls deep inside her.
“Ethan,” she murmurs against my lips, and my heart squeezes at the simple plea in her voice.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I tell her, kissing her deeply as she shudders in my arms, coming undone only moments before I pull out, my release coating her thighs and the edge of my desk.
Cradling her face, I continue to kiss her as we both come down from our high. By the time we pull apart, her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen, and her hair is in messy tangles. She looks freshly fucked, and my heart leaps into my throat as I wonder how she’s going to slip out of here unnoticed.
“What are we doing here, little devil?” I ask, my voice low as I clean my mess off her with the tissues on my desk.
“I don’t know,” she admits, raking her fingers through her hair. “But I don’t want to stop.”
“Me neither.”
Her eyes snap mine. “Really?”
The hope in her voice is like a vice around my heart.
“Really,” I say, pressing my lips to hers. “But we can’t do this here. It’s too risky.”
Leni nods.
I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “You also can’t be sending me messages like that when I’m teaching.”
“Yes, sir.” Her cheeky smirk causes my dick to twitch on her thigh, and I groan.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
I force myself to take a step back and pull up my pants. Thankfully, she follows my lead and slides off my desk to retrieve her jeans. Once we’re both fully dressed, and she looks less like I’ve just fucked her brains out, I walk her to the door, unable to resist one last kiss.
“I can’t promise you anything, Leni,” I murmur, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I’m still leaving Beckford at the end of this semester.”
“I know.”
Leaning forward, I rest my forehead against hers. “You deserve better than being the secret of a middle-aged divorced man with baggage.”
She smiles up at me, stealing my breath away with her beauty. “I don’t want better, I want this.”
Swallowing down my trepidation over whatever this is, I kiss her one more time before taking a step back. “I’ll see you in class later?”
“Yes, sir.” She exhales a deep breath before flicking the lock and slipping out of my office.
I’m definitely going to hell.