Something loosened in my chest as I watched Emily come. Her cunt was small and sweet, the echoes of her orgasm still pulsing around my fingers. She held nothing back; she didn’t play games, and she didn’t pay me empty compliments. I knew Emily wasn’t exaggerating when she’d said she’d never been so turned on. She was honest to a fault, and open, and she trusted me despite what that wanker of a boyfriend had done to her.

I wanted Emily. Badly. My entire being ached with it. This quick, lewd encounter in my office wasn’t going to quench that want.

If anything, it was only stoking it to new heights. I’d enjoyed Emily’s mind and her creativity for months. Now I was enjoying her body.

I wanted both—her mind and her body. She was making a greedy man of me. I wanted all of her, every thought and smile and sigh. I’d met enough people to know women like Emily didn’t come around that often. In fact, they didn’t come around at all in my corner of the world.

Hope flickered inside my chest. Was I an idiot to even consider the possibility we could be together? The semester was almost done, which meant I wouldn’t be Emily’s TA anymore. I knew she was studying abroad for a full year, too, so she’d be coming back in the spring. And it sounded like things might really be over with this boyfriend of hers.

Bloody hell, could I actually have her? Could I make this thing—whatever it was—work? I didn’t know how I’d do it. But I knew I wanted to do it with her.

I knew I’d never felt the things I was feeling for anyone else.

My dick strained painfully against my trousers. Emily lifted her head from my shoulder and looked up at me. My heart rose. The tears were gone. Her cheeks were flushed; her lips were swollen.

I saw a glimpse of the Emily I adored. I was doing it—I was putting her back together.

I brushed my lips against hers. “Lift up your arms, love.”

She did as she was told. I lifted her jumper over her head and dropped it on the desk beside her. My mouth went dry when my eyes fell on her bra—black, lacy—and the clean, milky white skin of her belly. I just stared, and kept staring, reaching out to run my palm up her bare side. Her body was beautiful. Soft. Curvy and warm and vulnerable.

I felt a rush of protectiveness. No one was going to hurt Em. Not while she was with me.

I slid my hand to her breast, cupping it. I met her eyes. She arched into my hand, and her lips fell open when I dipped my fingers inside her bra. Her nipple pebbled against my fingertips.

Her eyes still latched onto mine, Emily reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the side.

I looked down. Her tits were perfect, high and full and firm. Her nipples were the same shade of pink as her lips.

I sucked in a breath. I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my hands around her ribs and flicked my thumbs over them. Her breasts pressed eagerly against my palms.

“Kit,” she gasped.

“My trousers,” I said. “Unbuckle my belt.”

My cock swelled as her fingers slipped into the waistband of my trousers. Her touch was impatient; she made quick work of my belt and fly. I grit my teeth when she reached inside my knickers and pulled out my dick.

* * *

It was all I could do not to stare.

His dick jutted out from his hips at a deliciously obscene angle, hard and proud and perfectly sized. Not too big, not too small, just on the large side of right. I wrapped my hand around him, gliding my thumb over the slick, sensitive head.

I looked up to see a muscle in his jaw ticking. His nostrils flared as I tightened my grip and brought it up, down, up again.

He reached inside his pocket and pulled out the condom. He stepped closer, the tip of his dick pressing against my belly. I reached for the packet.

“I can—”

“No,” he replied, ripping open the condom and rolling it onto himself in quick, short strokes. “I’ll come if you keep touching me.”

My heart skipped a beat. Kit was on the edge, too, and it was a thrill to know I’d brought him there.

He put his hands on my knees, pushing them wider. His fingers parted me, and he guided himself to my center. He waited there for half a beat, sucking a breath through his nose.

“Don’t stop,” I said. Begged.

He wrapped an arm around me. “I wouldn’t dream of it, love.”

And then he pulled me to him and bucked his hips and slammed inside me, burying himself to the hilt.

I cried out; he grunted; he kissed me, a deep, thorough kiss.

He stayed put for a moment, letting me adjust to the feel of him. It had been a while since I’d had sex last, so the pleasure of having him inside me was edged with the tiniest bit of pain. But with each heartbeat, I relaxed, and the pain morphed into the sweetest sense of fullness I’d ever felt.

I moved my hips, just a bit, signaling that I was okay.

He kissed my neck, teasing the sensitive skin there with his tongue, his teeth.

Without warning, the arm around my waist tightened, and suddenly Kit was lifting me up, tossing me further onto the desk so that my back was flat against it. I looked up to meet Kit’s gaze as he put his hands on my thighs and pounded into me, deep, athletic strokes. He hooked my knee over his arm, deepening his angle.

Oh, God, yes. So much yes to this.

His eyes burned with a new wildness—a determined abandon. Our bodies slapped together with every stroke, a sound that was so rude and so dirty I couldn’t help but be turned on by it.

I felt exposed. Defiled.

And I fucking loved it.

He splayed his hand across my belly, and I reached down to wrap my fingers around his wrist. I wanted to memorize this moment. Every sensation, every movement, every look. Sex had never been like this for me—it’d never been so passionate or so raw or so wrong—and somehow I doubted it would ever be like this again.

Our eyes met. Something passed between us then. Something heavy. Hot. I didn’t understand what it was, but I felt it. I felt it everywhere, and I never wanted it to end.

* * *

With shaking hands I pulled her to me, pulled her to her feet and spun her around so her back was to my front. I bent her over my desk. I slipped a leg between hers, urging them apart. I slid my dick between her ass cheeks, guiding it down into her slit, moving back to front, front to back. She whimpered. Reaching down, I found her pussy with my fingers. I held her open as I guided myself inside her.

“Kit,” she was saying. “That feels so good.”

I held her by the hips so I could control the tempo. This angle made her cunt tighten around me in the sweetest way. I ran my hands up her back, my thumbs moving up the furrow of her spine. Her skin was smooth, soft. I curled my fingers around the nape of her neck and held her there, thrusting hard and deep, the sensation so fucking delicious that I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer.

I bucked my hips, slamming into her one last time. She gasped; I grunted.

“Emily,” I pleaded, and then I came.

The orgasm knocked the wind out of me, pounding through every limb, every vein, leaving me obliterated. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from shouting.

My body kept throbbing, I kept coming. I’d never—not once—been so torn apart by an orgasm. Spurts of hot cum filled the condom as I struggled to catch my breath.

There was no going back now. I was besotted with this girl. I wanted more than just this. I wanted to take her to dinner tonight and wake up with her tomorrow.

Yes, the cards were stacked against us. My uncle would disapprove, and if the department found out, I’d be terminated, no questions asked.

But the desire to give it a try burned brightly inside me anyway. Emily was too smart, too special, too fucking sexy to let her slip through my fingers. She was a risk worth taking.

I pulled out of her. Gently I spun her around to face me. I brushed her hair out of her eyes. When her sated gaze caught on my face, she smiled.

I felt that smile like a bullet to the chest. In that moment, I would’ve given up anything to have her. My future. My family. My position. My desire for her was making me reckless, but I didn’t care. I wanted her. More than I’d ever wanted anything. I was wild with want. Overwhelmed by it.

“This is going to sound crazy,” I began. “But I like you, Em. Quite a lot. I’d—”

We both started at the sound of a ringing mobile. The ring tone—it was Bon Jovi.

Emily blinked, the happy haze in her eyes disappearing. Her smile faded.

A sense of foreboding came over me.

“That’s me,” she said.

I slid a hand down her side. “Don’t answer it.”

* * *

It was Luke calling.

I knew it because a while back, he’d set his ringtone to “Livin’ on a Prayer”—the first song we ever danced to at a party my freshman year.

My heart clenched as I was ripped out of the present. The call I’d been waiting on for days had finally come.

Luke was calling me.

I’d been so impatient to make things right with him, and now I finally had my chance.

I looked at Kit. A part of me wanted to ignore the call and stay right here in his arms. He’d definitely come through on his promise to make me feel better. He was hot. Kind. Bossy in the best way.

But he wasn’t Luke. He wasn’t my first love. My only love.

Kit’s eyes flashed with hurt when I sat up, covering my boobs with my arm. I hated to disappoint him. I hated to disappoint Luke more, though, and that’s exactly what I’d be doing if I stayed here with Kit.

It wasn’t like Kit and I had any real shot at a future together anyway. Who were we kidding? He was my TA; our program director had warned us relationships with our teachers were not allowed. And I was still clearly hung up on my ex. A match made in heaven we were not, despite the awesomeness of the past twenty minutes.

“Sorry,” I said. I slipped off the desk, grabbing my sweater and jeans as I went. “I have to get that.”

* * *

“Luke,” Emily was saying into her phone. “Oh my God, Luke, I’m so glad you called. I was worried you’d never want to talk to me again.”

For several heartbeats I just stood there in front of the desk, trying to make sense of the emptiness that suddenly gripped me. A minute ago, Emily was all mine. Her cunt, her cries, her thoughts—she’d willingly given them to me, and in return I’d given her everything I had.

A minute ago, it had been my name on her lips.

But now she was saying another man’s name. She was running off to answer another man’s call, chatting him up as she stood with her back to me.

I looked down at my cock, still sheathed in the condom. Hurt curled around my heart. Hurt, and self loathing. How fucking stupid could I be? How could I not have seen that Emily wasn’t over her ex? She’d talked about him all semester. As much as I wanted her to forget him, I understood how that might not be possible at the moment. Not when the wounds were still so fresh.

I glanced over my shoulder toward the window. Emily stood just off to the side, poking her arms into her sweater as she murmured into her phone.

She was so bloody gorgeous. The sound of her voice, thick with emotion as she carefully picked through her thoughts with that dickless boyfriend of hers, cleaved my heart in two.

He didn’t deserve her.

I was not a violent man. But if this Luke character had shown up to deliver his apology in person rather than over the phone, I would’ve tackled the fucker on the spot.

I put my hands on the desk and leaned into them. I couldn’t breathe. Shit.

Shit shit shit.

“Hey, Kit...”

I glanced back over my shoulder. She was looking at me, phone in her hand now, her hair limned in the light from the window. Her eyes were watery again. Exhausted.

I swallowed. “You need to go?” I meant it as a question. But it came out as a statement instead.

An admission of defeat.

Emily nodded, crossing her arms. “Listen…I really enjoyed everything that just happened. A lot. As you could probably tell.”

She waited for me to respond, but my tongue felt weighed down in my mouth. The silence between us was so loud I thought my eardrums might burst.

“You’ve been wonderful,” she continued. “You’re kind and so, so considerate. And good God are you hot.” Her compliments only made the hurt inside me burn, the edges of my heart curling in like paper that had caught fire. “But Luke wants to work things out, and I think I want that, too. I didn’t think—I didn’t want to believe I was still in love with him. But I am. Kit, I’m really sorry.”

I could tell by the way her face scrunched up with pain that she meant it. She was sorry.

And I was fucking dying.

I looked away. My mobile, pushed to one side of the desk, caught my eye. It was on silent, but the screen was lit up. Rob was calling.

I let it go to voicemail. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to talk at the moment, least of all with my pain-in-the-arse younger brother. I’d ring him later, when the girl I was besotted with wasn’t running out on me to be with her ex.

“I understand,” I said, even though I didn’t.

I didn’t understand how Emily could walk away from what we’d just done. Or how I could feel so crushed after a single encounter with a girl who was the complete opposite of everything I was supposed to want.

Then again, I’d wanted her for months now. Being with her for an afternoon, only to have her slip through my fingers like this, hurt like hell.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I feel terrible—”

“Don’t. Please—don’t, Emily.”

Emily frowned. She tucked her hair, loose now, behind her ear.

“All right,” she said after a beat. “I guess I’ll see you in class next week.”

And then she grabbed her bag and left, closing the door carefully behind her.

My hands curled into fists. What was happening to me? I still couldn’t breathe. I felt out of control, my body ringing with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

I turned back to the desk. Rob was calling me again.

Jesus Christ.

Spearing a hand through my hair, I answered it.

“What, Rob, what?” I spat, wedging the mobile between my ear and shoulder so I could clean myself up.

“We need to talk about Mum and Dad.” His voice wobbled. I went still. “Kit, there’s been an accident.”