The students filtered into the classroom, but my heart beat erratically for only one guy. After saying goodbye to each other yesterday, I was left all hot and bothered, and my body hadn’t fully recovered. I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same.

Today’s class topic wasn’t going to help douse any fires since we’d be discussing how sexual positions have evolved. Why did I think this would be good material to teach? Oh, I wanted these freshman students to be awake during my class.

I grumbled to myself about being crazy while I hooked the laptop to the projector. After snapping the appropriate cords together, I straightened while the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on ends. It’s as if the electricity in the air charged, my body automatically sensing Gabe. I turned toward the door and sure enough, I was right. The sexy-as-hell star rugby player strutted into the room. He paused for a moment, our gazes connecting. The image of his fingers rubbing his rather generous cock sprung forth in my mind, and my nipples responded accordingly, hardening beneath my lacey bra. The pure raw lust in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He indeed wanted more.

Gabe half-smiled, breaking our spell, before climbing the stairs to his seat. Pavlov’s salivating dog entered my mind—replace Gabe as the treat, and I’d be one happy test subject. Except, it wasn’t my mouth that was currently drooling. Damn, I needed to keep my wits.

As soon as the last students settled in their chairs, I pulled up the first slide. A hush descended across the room, and I bit my lip to keep from smirking. The stick figures depicting rear-entry penetration had the desired effect I was aiming for.

“Today, we’re going to be talking about sexual positions. More importantly, how they have evolved as cultures have changed and gender roles have improved.” My gaze landed on Gabe’s, and I felt my skin flush. I quickly pulled away and scanned across the students. “Take for instance the rear-entry position, or “doggie-style” as modern culture likes to call it.” I ignored the snickers and pushed forward. “This is the natural position among animals, but we, as human beings, have evolved the sexual act.” I click to the next slide depicting the missionary style. “We’re the only creatures to face each other during sex. Can anyone explain why?”

“Doggie-style can be a form of dominance, a way to get deeper penetration, or it can also work well in tight spots. Say, for instance, small offices,” the familiar husky voice answered.

My gaze landed back on Gabe’s, and a pang of uneasiness wafted through me. But a heated desire boiling through my veins quickly followed. Jesus, had he seen my office? We were skating on very thin ice here, but my body, acting on instincts alone, didn’t seem to care.

“However,” he continued. “When you want to make love to your partner, their reactions help fuel you on. It’s rather erotic, pleasuring the woman you like and knowing their ecstasy was brought forth by your actions.”

I swallowed hard, trying hard not to imagine being brought to a climax by his “actions.” I resisted the urge to fan my shirt, opting instead to shift my stance and clear my throat. Holy crap, if I didn’t have sex with him soon, I was going to combust from the heat brewing between my legs.

“Thanks for the descriptive answer. I agree; silent communication is a major part of missionary style. Humans are also the only species to have sex out of pure enjoyment, instead of only for reproductive purposes. Let’s discuss some distinct cultures, and their uses of sex.” I clicked to the next slide.

By the time class ended, my skin felt flushed, and I could only hope I wasn’t as transparent as I felt. I quickly gathered my belongings as if I was late for an appointment. I needed out of here. I needed Gabe.

“Professor Young, I have a question about the next assignment,” Gabe said.

His voice alone had me practically panting with need. I didn’t dare look at him for fear I wouldn’t be able to resist grabbing hold of him.

“You’ll have to follow me to my office, I need to do a few things before my next lecture. If you don’t mind me working while you talk.”

“Not at all.”

The short distance to the cracker jack box the school provided me took forever. Gabe followed me through the door. I turned to him when the door closed shut, and tried not to flinch when he clicked the lock in place. He remained staring at me, his gaze searing right through me. Without warning, his lips slammed down on mine as he forced his tongue into my mouth. All the pent up sexual tension from the past two days poured into this kiss. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and inched it upwards, wanting another glimpse at his rock-hard abs. He broke our kiss just long enough to remove his shirt. With a quick toss, he planted his lips back upon mine as I ran my hands along his toned ridges.

This kiss wasn’t gentle like the ones before. It was rough and demanding as if he was showing me the male dominance of one of the tribes from class.

His hands started unbuttoning my shirt, but I placed mine on top to stop him.

“I need to stay mostly dressed.”

He let out a guttural groan. “Soon, I’m going to have you fully naked, but fuck, I need to be inside you right now.”

In one motionless movement, his hands shoved my skirt past my hips, and he backed me up a few steps, before whirling me around and bending me across my desk. Warm lips pressed against my ass cheek as he worked my underwear down. When the lacy thong fell to my ankles, he lifted off me and drew in a deep breath. Vulnerability crept inside me as I stood with my bottom completely exposed. But I wanted him so badly, I didn’t move.

“Fuck, you’re a beautiful sight.”

The metallic sound of his zipper amplified in the cramped quarters, and the anticipation made me drip with need. I heard the rip of the condom wrapper and warmth engulfed my entire insides. I no longer cared that I was his professor or what we were about to do was considered wrong. I only cared about right now, and right now, I needed Gabe.

I parted my legs a little more as he positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance. He paused, dipping his mouth next to my ear.

“I’m sorry this is going to be too fast. I’ll make it up to you later.”

He pushed forward, filling me completely, and his hungry moan vibrated through me and weakened my knees. Both hands gripped my hips to steady me.

“Shit, I knew you’d feel good wrapped around me. I wanted you ever since I saw you kick that soccer ball.”

He withdrew slightly and then thrusted forward again. Pleasure raced along every nerve ending, starting at my inner core and zinging up my spine, out to my periphery. I placed my palms flat against the desk and arched my back as he drove into me. Rough fingers slid up my stomach and landed on my breast, while his soft lips grazed the back of my neck. He continued moving his hips back and forth. Sensations were coming from everywhere: my breast, my nipple, my sex, my back. It was all too much as the pressure continued its slow build. But in no way was I stopping. I didn’t ever want to stop.

“Gabe,” I said through a moan.

“That’s it, babe.” Gabe slid the hand on my hip down and started rubbing my clit. I gasped in approval, and he picked up his pace, thrusting harder, deeper. My lower half contracted around his hard shaft, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming. Shudders rippled through me, and he gave a few more hard pumps until his body stilled with his cock buried to the hilt.

He collapsed against my back, breathing heavily.

“Jesus, Madison. That was fucking incredible.”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Our heads whipped toward the door as the door handle jiggled. Thank God, Gabe had enough sense to lock it.

“Addy? Are you in there?”

Brett?

Shit, my brother was outside my door while his best friend’s dick rested inside me. As if reading my mind, Gabe slipped out but stayed pressed against my back. We remained quiet until Brett finally walked away.

A pang of relief flitted through me. Gabe backed up and started dressing, never taking his eyes off me.

I pulled my skirt back down and grabbed my underwear from the floor, but I caught a glimpse of myself in the chrome framing the chair. Wild hair, smudged lipstick. And just like that, all my doubt, all my uncertainty, sprang forward.

Gabe narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

“No. No. No. Please don’t push me away again,” he pleaded. “Not after this.”

“What if that had been my boss?”

“We won’t do this here. Not anymore.” I looked past him, but he took a giant step toward me and pulled me closer. Lifting my chin toward his, he smiled. “We’ll be more discreet. But you have to admit that was fucking awesome.”

The gleam in his eyes had me grinning, and I nodded in agreeance. “Yeah, it was fucking awesome.”

He ran the pad of his thumb across my lips, his stare immobilizing me.

What the hell did I get myself into?