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Davin
He did his best to keep his eyes off of her throughout class the next week. After he’d gotten home, after he’d sobered up, after he’d taken a cold shower to get his dick to cooperate, he’d finally realized she’d done the right thing.
She’d walked away.
And damn, it’d stomped on his ego at the time, but it was the right thing?
Right?
Davin sat at his desk in his office, staring at the grades he’d updated on his computer. He’d raised Savannah’s to an A+ for her paper—she’d earned it—and she was officially at the top of his class.
He chuckled to himself to take the edge off. She’d definitely earned it. He’d been halfway drunk, but he remembered her matter-of-fact tone when she explained her paper. All the things that had been missing. And all in her passionate tequila-tinged voice.
Shit, shit, shit. The last thing he’d wanted was for things to end the way they had. They were mature adults—this didn’t to have to be complicated.
Davin reached into his refrigerator for a soda, found he’d run out, and cursed again. Fuck. He couldn’t stop thinking about Savannah without getting hard—the rest of his day might as well suck as bad.
He snagged change from the bowl in his top drawer, extras he kept for situations like this and walked to his office door. He whipped it open and froze.
“Savannah,” he said, voice rough.
She stood there, looking unsure, looking like she’d been about to knock but hadn’t been able to make herself follow through with it.
“Am I interrupting?” She tried to peer into the office.
“No. I finished with my last meeting thirty minutes ago.”
“Uh…” She cleared her throat, her usual confidence gone. “Can I come in?”
He stepped aside and let her into the office. He started to shut the door, changed his mind, and left it halfway open.
What the hell was she doing here? And looking guilty like that? Shit. She wasn’t going to pull some aggressive teacher assault bullshit, was she?
No—he didn’t think that was her style.
“Can I help you with something?” he asked.
She didn’t sit, but instead perched herself on the edge of his desk while he kept his place by the door. “I saw you changed my grade.”
“You deserved it.”
“Even though I walked off on you?”
His jaw clenched. “I told you. You deserved it. I don’t play games like that. I can keep my personal life separate from my professional life.”
She nodded. “I believe you. You just proved it.”
“Good. Anything else?”
Her eyes flicked to the door, then did a quick scan of his body. He felt the blood rush to his groin. “I think so.”
“I told you, I don’t play games, Savannah. I’ll tell you what I want, and you can decide if that’s what you want, too.”
She licked her lips, making his dick jerk. “What do you want?”
“You. Here. Now.”
When she exhaled, he knew her response before she gave it. “That’s what I want, too.”
Davin closed the door, locked it, and then walked to the windows and made sure the blinds were shut tight.
When he finally turned to her again, she’d straightened and set her bag on the ground. He dropped the change on his desk, pulled off his glasses, and reached her in three long strides. Her hair spilled over her shoulders in haphazard curls that begged to be tugged.
But he kept it gentle, wrapping a finger around one of the ends. “I saw you looking at me in class today.”
“I couldn’t help it,” she murmured. “When you talk Keats it turns me on.”
He grinned. “My kind of student.”
“My kind of teacher.”
He jerked her against his body, rough and fast, loving the catch of her breath and how hard her nipples went beneath her thin shirt. Then he devoured her mouth, licking deep inside and massaging her tongue with his.
She drove him on with her quiet moan. Her hands began to roam, running over his pecks and his arms, on the outside of his jacket.
He yanked it off and tossed it over a chair, only breaking away long enough for her to start to unbutton her shirt as well. He knocked her hands aside.
“Let me,” he murmured.
The shirt was silky, nearly see through, but he still needed to see what was underneath. He undid the buttons one by one while her heart raced out of control, and then exposed the lacy black bra she wore. No doubt she had matching panties—Savannah seemed like the kind of woman who did everything deliberately.
He slid the shirt off her shoulders and then slipped her skirt off her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Savannah reached for him, but he only smiled and caught her hands in his.
“Patience,” he said.
He kissed her hard, trapping her hands between their bodies. She shivered.
“Davin…”
The sound of his name on her lips had his erection growing even longer in his slacks. He released her to take off his clothes, hardly noticing the sound of students walking in the hall outside of the room. All he could see was the woman before him, clad in sexy underwear and already growing wet for him. All he could hear was her heavy panting, and he hadn’t even put his cock in her yet.
Davin watched her eyes drop to his dick, watched her lips part, and his composure broke. He grabbed a handful of her underwear and ripped it off like it was piece of paper before undoing the latch on her bra. Once her breasts were exposed, he took one taut nipple in his mouth. He nipped at the peak, making her body tighten, and then reached to grip her ass.
He hauled her hard against his body so his dick could press into her stomach. So she could feel the pre-cum leaking from the head. She reached up, hands squeezing her breasts, and he almost came right there.
“Always so eager,” he said with a grin. “That’s one thing we have to learn as professors—to always be patient.”
“But I need you.”
“It’ll be worth it,” he said. “I promise.”