My knee bounces as I try to study for my art history test. Jessa glances up at me from across the table. We’re sitting in the library and trying to focus on our work, except I can focus on nothing but Thomas. I’m anxious to see him in a few hours, and yet, I’m curious as to why we can’t meet up this weekend.

Seeing him in class yesterday, wasn’t nearly enough. I crave more of him. He glanced at me, and winked more than once during class and I found myself wishing he would have canceled his office hours that day too, in fact, he could cancel them all week and it probably still wouldn’t be enough.

“What’s up with you?” Jessa asks in a whisper.

I shake my head and look down at the table. “I’m just nervous for this test on Thursday,” I lie.

She offers to quiz me and I agree, hoping that forcing myself to concentrate on my school work will take my mind off of Thomas. It doesn’t really work. Every question she asks, I answer, but Thomas is still in the back of my mind. When my phone alarm sounds, I practically jump out of my seat.

“Do you have class?” she asks.

Pulling my dark hair into a ponytail, I shift in my seat, glancing down. I don’t want to lie to her, but then I remember what Thomas said. He could get fired, and I could get expelled. “I have a study group for physics,” I lie.

Jessa gives me a smile. “I seriously hope I never have to take that class. It seems like it’s so time-consuming.”

I take a huge gulp of air and swallow it, trying not to show any type of reaction to her statement—like laughing or snorting.

“It’s intense,” I say as I sling my bag over my shoulder.

Jessa gives me a wave and I hurry toward the science building. I have one mission, and one mission only—to get to Thomas’ office.

I’m so excited to see him that when I arrive my hand is shaking as I reach for the handle of his door. There’s a sign that is written with all capital letters informing students that his office hours have been canceled for the day. A smile plays on my lips at the sight. Slowly, I open the door and keep my eyes on my feet as I slip inside.

“Lock it.” Thomas’ deep voice almost growls. I do as he demands, afraid to look up immediately. When the lock is flipped into place, only then do I raise my gaze toward his.

I’m surprised to find him leaning against his desk. His hands are gripping the edge, next to his hips, and his legs are crossed at the ankle. He’s wearing a light turquoise button-down shirt that matches his eyes almost exactly. He is wearing charcoal grey straight fit slacks, and a matching charcoal grey vest, with dark brown shoes. He still has dark stubble on his jaw, and his dark hair looks like he’s been running his fingers through it.

In other words, he looks absolutely perfect.

I slowly drop my bag to the floor, my breathing coming out in short pants. I’m afraid to move, and yet, I want to run toward him all at the same time. “If I attempt to go to you, Ines, I’ll lose the small grip that I have on my control.” My entire body shivers at the thought. I want that.

Licking my suddenly dry lips, I nod once. Then, without another thought, I slowly begin to strip my clothes off my body. Wrapping my fingers around the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head, tossing it to my feet.

I slip out of my canvas flat shoes, and peel my jeans down my legs. Next, I unclasp my bra and drag it down my arms, then I hook my fingers into the waistband of my panties and shimmy them down my legs.

“Ines,” he grunts with a hitch in his breath.

I glance to his crotch and sink my teeth into my bottom lip when I notice that he’s hard beneath his slacks. Without a word, I sink to my knees, lifting my eyes to his, I crawl toward him. I watch as his turquoise irises dilate and darken. Once I reach him, I sit back on my knees and start to unbuckle his belt.

Thomas’ hands wrap around mine and halt my movements. I glance up at him and tip my head to the side in question. “You don’t have to,” he offers.

I almost laugh at him, almost, if his eyes didn’t look sad. “I want to, Thomas. You’ve made me feel so good, I want to do this.”

He shakes his head once, but I don’t want to hear what he has to say. I shake his grip off and continue unbuckling his pants. When I unbutton and unzip them, I push them down, along with his boxer briefs until they’ve fallen down his thighs. His cock juts out, hard, long, and thick. I wrap my hand around it, gently squeezing him before I lean forward and swirl my tongue around the tip.

Thomas wraps my hair hanging from my ponytail around his fist twice with a groan. Leaning forward, I suck his head between my lips as I look up at him from beneath my lashes. “Fuck,” he grunts, his eyes wide and focused on me.

I continue to take him into my mouth, and down my throat as far as I can. His nostrils flare and I relax as much as I can, breathing through my nose, to see if I can take more of him. I want to keep that look of awe on his face for as long as possible. It’s so fucking sexy.

“Ines, fuck, angel eyes,” he growls.

I moan when he wraps his other hand around the side of my head, and gently guides himself out of me, only to slide back inside. He slowly fucks my mouth and I don’t only let him, I enjoy it. My pussy aches and I reach between my legs, hoping to relieve some of the tension that’s beginning to build inside of me. He’s looking far too hungry, and far too excited for me to not be affected. Then, he suddenly pulls me away and I let out a moan, trying to lean forward and take him again.

“Angel eyes, I’m going to come if we don’t stop, and personally, I’d rather come inside of your sweet body.”

I nod with a whimper and rise when the hand wrapped around my hair gently tugs me up. My thighs are shaking as I stand. Thomas reaches for my hand, the one that was between my legs, bringing it up toward his mouth. My eyes widen when he sucks on my fingers, swirling his tongue around them.

“Thomas,” I exhale.

He grins around my fingers and releases them, letting my hand fall to my side. “How do you want me, Ines?” he mumbles.

I watch as he slowly removes his clothes, taking way too much time. My body feels like it’s going to catch fire. I have to press my thighs together in an effort to release the ache between my legs. Shaking my head, I stare into his turquoise eyes, my face heating at the idea of answering his question aloud.

Once Thomas is completely naked, he reaches for me and pulls me against his chest. His lips graze mine before his nose slides alongside my own, then his lips move toward my ear. “Tell me, Ines. I always know how I want you, but I want to make you happy,” he rasps.

My entire body breaks out in goosebumps, a chill running through me. I suck in a breath and then I tell him. I tell him exactly what I want. “I want you to take me, any way you want, Thomas. I love it when you’re on the brink of losing control,” I admit.

It seems as though each time we’ve had sex, he’s pretty much been on the brink of losing control and I love it, I absolutely freaking love it. Before I can take my next breath, both of his hands wrap around my waist and he spins me around so that my ass is pressing against the desk and his back is to the door.

Silently, he lifts me up and sets me down on the edge of the warm, wooden surface. Taking a step forward his cock presses against my slick entrance and I moan.

“Lay back,” he instructs.

I don’t lie completely on my back. Instead, I prop myself back on my elbows so that I can watch everything. Thomas wraps his hands around my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he slowly enters me. Once he’s completely seated inside of me, he lets out a groan at the same time, I match him with my own.

Lifting my legs so that my heels are on the edge of the desk and I’m spread as far as my body will let me, I shudder. He feels so phenomenal inside of me, I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this all day long.

“You’re so tight, Ines. You feel so amazing,” he grunts as one of his hands leaves my hip, gliding over my waist, my breast, then around my shoulder. “You can’t be loud, the walls aren’t very thick,” he warns.

That is his only warning before he slides almost completely out of me and then pulls my shoulder down as he slams inside. I bite the inside of my cheek as I inhale through my nose, my eyes widening in surprise. Thomas doesn’t let up, he drives inside of me, over and over—unrelentingly.

I can only gasp, my breath completely stolen from me, until his hand leaves my hip to wrap around the underside of my thigh. He pushes my leg not only a little wider but also higher, my knee almost next to my face.

“Holy shit,” I gasp.

My eyes stay glued to his and he gives me a wink with a smirk. It’s devilishly handsome, and it’s exactly how he looks at me in class. I feel my face heating at the sight, at the thought, that when he does it again, this will be the exact moment he’s thinking of.

Thomas leans forward slightly, his pelvis pressing against my clit with each down stroke. “I’ll never get this image of you spread out on my desk out of my memory banks. Not fucking ever, angel eyes,” he grunts between thrusts. “Touch yourself, Ines. Come around me, I’m close,” he murmurs, his voice low but so damn sexy.

I slip my hand between our bodies and I press two fingers against my clit. With my eyes open, and my gaze on Thomas’ blue one, I bring myself toward the brink of my orgasm. I press my lips together tightly and groan as I fall over the edge, my pussy squeezing to keep him inside of me.

Thomas begins to thrust, harder, and faster, abandoning his steady rhythm for an erratic one. He throws back his head, breaking eye contact with me only when he groans out his own release. I feel every twitch of his cock as he fills me with his climax.

“Fuck,” he curses, lowering his head. He releases my leg and his arms enfold around me, bringing me closer to his chest, while his lips press against my mouth. “Best office hours of my life, angel eyes,” he laughs against my lips.

I peek my tongue out and taste his lips. He doesn’t deepen our kiss, instead, he helps me to my feet, and leaves my body. I feel a chill run through me. I miss his weight, and his heat against me already. “When will I see you again?” I ask as he hands me my pile of clothes from the floor.

Thomas looks up at me, and it’s as if something has shifted inside of him. His body stiffens and his eyes almost shudder, cutting off all warmth he had just moments ago. I don’t know what just happened, but something did. I pull on my lacy black panties and black bra quickly, feeling much too vulnerable.

“I don’t know,” he says, his voice almost monotone. Quickly, I pull on the rest of my clothes and slip my shoes on while he finishes getting dressed as well.

“Thomas?” I ask, my voice almost cracking.

I watch as he runs his hand through his hair. Then, he reaches out to me with that same hand, tugging me forward. I fall against him, bracing my palms on his chest, tipping my head back to look into his eyes. “I have a ton of shit this weekend,” he whispers, lifting one of his hands to cup my cheek. His thumb caresses my bottom lip while his eyes search mine. The warmth is back in his gaze and I begin to breathe a bit easier. “I wish I could spend all weekend with you, and you alone, Ines.”

“Me too,” I shamelessly admit.

He leans forward and presses his lips to mine, his tongue snaking out to taste me. I open my mouth, more than willing to allow him inside. I have a feeling that I’ll always allow him inside of me. I moan as his tongue caresses and tastes me. He nibbles on my bottom lip as he breaks away, pressing his forehead against mine, his eyes closed, pinched tightly.

“Next weekend you’re mine, all weekend, angel eyes,” he announces. “You’ll pack a bag and we’ll go somewhere,” he says.

I smile, unable to hold back my excitement. A trip away with him, just the two of us. I can’t contain my giddiness. “That sounds amazing,” I practically choke.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow. I’ll text you, and hopefully we can sneak in some time together next week, maybe one night we can do dinner?” he asks.

I press my lips against his gently before I speak, “That sounds perfect.”

Leaving his office is the last thing I want to do, but I know that I need to. I have another class soon, and I need to grab something to eat. Thomas lets me go, but I turn back to look at him one last time.

The odd shuttered behavior is gone, but he looks worried, as I walk away from him. I have this niggling feeling inside that he isn’t being one hundred percent truthful. Something isn’t right, and as much as I want to ignore it, I don’t know that I can.

I watch her walk out of my office and I cringe. I’m a fucking asshole. I make my way back to my chair and slump down. My desk is messy from where her ass was planted, and my office smells like our mixed scents and sex.

I can’t see her all weekend because my wife—my wife—is coming home. I’m falling for Ines, and yet, I know that I can’t fully have her. I can’t help myself though. I try to remove myself, to take a step back, but one look into her caramel colored eyes and I’m fucking gone for her all over again.

My office phone rings and I answer it with a gruff hello. “Hey, big brother,” Carter’s voice rings out on the other end.

“Carter,” I mutter.

My body relaxes back in my seat, and an easy smile forms on my lips. My little brother always causes me to smile. I watched him grow from a cute baby to a goofy kid, and now he’s a man. Granted he’s still got some growing up to do, but don’t we all?

Carter clears his throat. “Will you come up for Christmas this year?” he asks. I don’t normally go home often. Probably because it’s where Danielle prefers to spend her time, rather than with me, and I hold some resentment toward New York in general. “I’ve met someone and I want you to meet her.”

“I’ll be there then,” I immediately reply. Anything for my brother, and if she’s half as important as he’s trying to play off that she isn’t, then she’s probably the one. As far as I know, he’s never brought a woman home, especially for a holiday. “Can you tell Danielle to just be nice?” he asks on a sigh.

I chuckle, Danielle isn’t known for being warm, specifically at family gatherings. She gets along okay with my father but my step-mother, Jade, and she kind of butt heads. I’ve never questioned why, nor have I listened when Danielle has tried to complain about her. To me, she makes my father happy, and after so many years of being unhappy, I’m not going to begrudge him his happiness. Plus, she gave me a brother, she gave me Carter and how can I dislike the woman? It’s impossible.

A thought crosses my mind, and I wonder if Danielle will even be at my side by Christmas. At this point, I doubt that she will. This weekend we need to have a serious sit-down. This situation that we have isn’t working, and I’m not wishing to continue with it, especially now that I have Ines.

“She’ll be nice,” I murmur the lie.

Carter lets out a sigh. “It’ll be good to see you, Thomas.”

“You too, little brother,” I chuckle.

I ask him a little about work and he responds, but as time gets away from us we each have to hurry off of the phone, him for a meeting and me for class. As I hang up, I can’t help but wonder what Christmas will bring for me. I never imagined being the one to finally end things with Danielle, she’s been part of my life for so long.

However, I can definitely see my life without her, I’ve lived without her more than I’ve lived with her. I can’t imagine not having Ines. Even in our short relationship, she’s a bright spot in my life and she makes me feel—whole when she’s with me. I have to get my shit straightened, it isn’t fair to her that I’m not completely available and that I’m hiding things from her.