We spent the weekend cocooned in a delicious repetition of sex, cuddling under the duvet, Jamie’s mouth on my pussy, my lips wrapped around his cock, a combination of the two at the same time, and showers that may have involved more mind-blowing sex.

He made my toes curl, but in the good way where you are hovering on the border of crying and laughing as you climb the hill to orgasm release mayhem and dig your toes fiercely into the bed.

By Sunday afternoon, I had studied every part of him. If I’d had an assignment based on the perfect facial features and body of my practice tutor, I would have passed with first class honours.

He had the type of face you never grew tired of looking at. It was angular and perfectly proportioned, but his nose had a slight kink to the side where he had obviously broken it at some point. My insides crumpled as I thought of imaginary scenarios of rugby tackles gone wrong, or bar brawls where he’d happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. His mass of brown hair could never make up its mind if it was going to be tame and styled or wild and free. It was often curly and unruly, so I looked forward to guessing what it was going to be on my way into work every morning.

‘Good weekend?’ he asked with a smile as I arrived at the office

God, his smile. His mouth. That wonderful mouth.

‘Amazing. Thank you for asking,’ I replied, my thumbnail against my lip to hide my grin.

‘We need to meet this morning. I have to talk to you about an additional assignment before you leave.

I watched him curiously, unsure if he was continuing our masquerade of normality or if I really did have to add another assignment to my already long list.

‘Sure. Is now OK?’

‘Let’s step into Neil’s office.’ No one looked up from their desks, turned their heads, or took any notice. I felt sure that sex and pheromones were floating around me, shining out like a rainbow aura.

He closed the door and motioned for me to sit. As he crossed his legs, he flashed his purple and pink stripy socks. They looked so perfectly out of place with his brogues and chinos. My eyes moved up his body and towards his tanned arms peeking out from under his short sleeves—so toned and sculpted.

‘Sorry to drop this on you when you’ve only got a few weeks left, but I’m sure you can work it into your schedule.’ He handed me a folded piece of paper. I slowly unfolded it, feeling my smile reach my lips, my eyes, my cheeks, every fucking where. ‘Tell me what it says. Read it to me.’ I detected a slight hoarseness to his voice. The same hoarseness that I heard when he was thrusting himself into me or when he was telling me how beautiful I looked with my mouth wrapped around his cock.

‘It says I need to write a two hundred word essay on how your cock made me come countless times over the weekend.’

‘Now, Miss Sinclair, I’m giving you a week. If you need me for research purposes, that’s fine. Say the word. I’ll be there.’ His face was adorable. It took everything for me to stay in the chair. He was sitting with his left leg crossed, resting at the knee, his thumb at the corner of his mouth, his fingers at the other. Thoughtful, pensive and downright gorgeous.

‘Research is vital if I want to pass this assignment.’

‘I like your commitment.’

‘I may need some extra help from you. How would you feel about that?’ I kept a straight face.

‘Happy to help.’

‘Such a dedicated teacher,’ I smiled as I took in his smirk.

‘What can I help you with?’ he asked. Then suddenly, the sexual bravado disappeared and good old honest truth started to stack up.

‘Help me understand my feelings for you.’

He took a sharp breath and held out his hand. I gripped it like I never wanted to let it go. ‘How can I help you when I’m trying to make sense of my own?’

‘There’s only one thing for it then. We need to help each other,’ I smiled as he pressed the back of my hand to his lips. Watching him, I knew that he was starting to reach out to parts of me that I'd kept hidden behind iron fences for so long that I'd forgotten those parts of me had ever existed. The softer side that he was teasing out had long been wrapped up inside a hard exterior shell. He was knocking on the edges with his fingertips, creating holes that were letting the softer side start to filter out in a tiny trickle. The holes were getting bigger, the flow faster, and I knew that one day soon there would be a flood.

As we walked back to the office, he very subtly dipped his head to my ear. ‘You’re a firecracker. An amazing piece of wonderful that I need. I crave.’ He passed in front of me and returned to his desk. Once I’d returned to mine, I squeezed my legs together to try to tame the intense feelings of arousal so strong and pulsing through me.

As I picked up my stapler, I noticed a note. I saw Jamie smirk and put his hand to his mouth as he watched me flick it onto my lap. The area of skin just under his ear drew me in like nothing else. Why did I want to bite it, suck it and lick it? This wasn't normal behaviour for me. With other men, it had taken various mental pictures and dirty words to make me half as hot and wet as I was right now.

I looked down at my lap and unfolded the note.

Stay the night with me and never leave. JD