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  “Doctor J,” I panted and held onto his shoulder for leverage as I propped myself up on the desk.

  “Josh,” he said and bit my neck before he guided the tip of his cock to my entrance then thrust into me hard. I gasped and held onto Josh as my cunt tightened around him like a vise.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled.

  “You’re just gonna stand there?” I taunted. Josh bit my neck again and then kissed me as if his life depended on our tongues caressing. He held my legs open in the crooks of his arms and started to fuck me. His thrusts were deep and the pleasure was overwhelming, my nipples were painfully tight and my skin was flushed. I had to bite down painfully on my lip to keep from crying out like I wanted to.

  Another orgasm built quickly and Josh’s thrusts slowed as I tightened around him I couldn’t keep quiet as my body shook with the intensity of my climax. Josh cursed again and stilled inside of me but I felt it as the heat of his release emptied into me.

  “Shit,” Josh pulled out of me quickly and, dizzy, I leaned back on both hands and stared at him as he paced agitatedly around the office. “Are you on birth control?” he asked.

  “Um…yeah,” I said, feeling oddly drunk.

  “Um?” he said. I startled when he wiped between my legs with a napkin, then I blushed because I didn’t even think that was a thing guys did.

  “I am. I’m on the pill,” I said. Josh helped me down from the desk and he gave me my shorts.

  “Um…ah,” Josh didn’t know what to say and neither did I. He buttoned on his shirt and fixed his pants. Awkwardly, I picked up the notes he printed out for me and put them into my bag.

  “Yeah…” I said, feeling equally as awkward. I couldn’t look him in the eye and he was trying to catch my gaze. “I have to go,” I said abruptly and walked to the door.

  “Wait-” I didn’t stick around for the awkward conversation I knew had to happen. I hurried on shaky legs all the way to my car. I turned on the engine and the a/c then called V. The call went to voicemail.

  “Call me as soon as you hear the panic in my voice. Do you hear it? Call me!” I hung up and then sped out of the parking garage to my apartment. My phone’s chime for an e-mail came as soon as I stepped into the apartment and my heart skipped a beat. I knew without looking that Dr. J—Josh—had e-mailed me. I couldn’t think about him, I didn’t have the time. I fed Jerry, showered, ate leftovers and then left for my shift at the bar.

  As I drove to the bar, V called me back. “V,” I said.

  “What? What’s going on?” she asked.

  “Dr. J and I had sex in his office,” I blurted. I stared at the red light in front of me as literal radio silence filled the car. “V!”

  “Oh my god,” she said.

  “Yes.” I said guiltily and sighed. The light turned green. “I know,” I said.

  “How did this happen? What happened? I want to know everything, tell me everything,” V said all on one breath.

  “I became exactly the type of girl I didn’t want to be V!” I yelled.

  “What happened?” she yelled back.

  “So, I wasn’t paying attention in class because Jess was texting me foolishness and Josh noticed—Josh is what he asked me to call him. He held me after class and offered to print out notes for me. We went to his office. He gave me some intense looks and the next thing I knew, we were making out and then he ate me out and then had sex on his desk, like—total porn style,” I said. V was speechless, it was a feat, honestly.

  “I didn’t think this would actually happen,” she said.

  “Neither did I! I worked hard to force down my attraction to him and then he comes out of nowhere with this…I had no idea that he wanted me. He hid it so well,” I groaned.

  “Do you mean ‘he hit it’ so well?” she said. I snorted and then we both cracked up. That’s what I needed, for V to break up the tension a little bit.

  “He did actually.” I chuckled. My belly quivered as my body remembered where he’d been not too long ago.

  “My god, Naomi. I cannot believe this,” V said.

  “The thing is, afterwards, I ran out and I don’t know what to do. How do I face him again? What am I supposed to say to him?” I pulled into the parking lot of the bar and idled in my usual spot behind the building.

  “What do you mean you ran out? You guys didn’t talk after?” V asked.

  “We stared at each other, he said um, I said yeah and that was it. I ran,” I said.

  V sighed heavily “Obviously, Naomi, you have to talk to him about that. He’s going to want to talk to you, I’m sure,” she said. “See if he wants a fling or what. What do you want?” she asked.

  “I don’t know. The easiest thing is for this to have been a one-time thing,” I said. “I’m totally fine with that,” I said and meant it. “I’m pretty sure he e-mailed me but I don’t want to check.” I mumbled, not caring if that meant I was being childish or not.

  “Just let everything settle while you’re at work and deal with it when you get off,” V said. We ended the call soon after that and I hurried into the bar.

  Chapter Eight

  Josh

  I paced the office in my house and checked my phone for the hundredth time. It had been hours since I emailed Naomi with my phone number, asking to talk. She just ran out of my office after everything that happened and disappeared. She’d literally run so fast from the office that I couldn’t find her in the hallway or outside in front of the building. It was impossible to know what she was thinking after…if she refused to talk to me and that made me insane.

  What if she didn’t really want to have sex? What if she felt obligated to just because I’m her professor? I raked my fingers through my hair for the hundredth time, I’d probably pulled all of it out. Sighing heavily, I forced myself to leave my office and walked downstairs to watch tv or something. All I could do was wait for her to get back to me and check my phone like a maniac.

  I turned on the tv and flipped sightlessly through the channels for three minutes. Then I realized what I was doing and stopped on the Discovery Channel, then stared at my phone. It was still inanimate on the cushion beside me. Then the screen lit up and my eyes widened when I saw the number wasn’t anyone saved in my phone. I grabbed it.

  “Hello?” I stood up, hoping like hell it wasn’t a fucking telemarketer.

  “Hey…Josh, it’s Naomi,” she said. Her voice was breathy, nervous. Fleeting relief rolled through me.

  “I didn’t think you’d call,” I said, not caring if she heard the relief in my voice.

  “I thought you’d be mad that I didn’t call sooner,” she said with a short chuckle. I paced my living area from the patio doors to the wall beside the guest bathroom.

  “Why would I be mad? You’re not obligated to call or anything,” I said. “I really want to talk to you though, about what happened in my office,” I said. Naomi sighed and the line shuffled on her end, as if she were in bed or just moved positions. I imagined her in pajamas, maybe she wore short shorts and a tank top or nothing at all. My mind went right back to that office and the feel of being inside her. Her sex had gripped me like a boa-constrictor and I didn’t want to be let go. If we’d been anywhere else with a bit more space I would’ve gotten carried away, I would never have pulled out of her. Even so, I didn’t.

  “This is kinda messy,” she said, echoing my thought process then. I turned around and paced back towards the patio doors.

  “Having sex in my office on campus, yeah. That’s messy and…dangerous,” I said slowly. I wondered, for about the thousandth time, if she told anyone about what happened.

  “Why did you kiss me then?” I sighed and opened the patio door, only to step out into the summer humidity. Somehow, the soupy air settled me a little.

  “Because I’m attracted to you and I couldn’t ignore it anymore,” I said honestly. “I tried to hide it, ignore it, and everything else you’re supposed to do to keep your mind off of a crush. But it didn’t wor
k,” I said.

  Naomi paused for a minute. I sat down on one of the patio chairs and faced my pool. It was kidney shaped and kind of small, surrounded by flower bushes and palm trees. The only lighting came from the pool’s inset lights. I’d be an idiot to turn on the patio lights so mosquitos could get to me.

  “I—that’s incredible,” she said, a clear smile in her voice.

  “That I could have a crush on you? Can you think of me as just a guy? So, I’m an older guy, whatever. But imagine me as Josh that you met in a coffee shop and had an intellectual conversation with,” I said.

  “Okay…that’s hard but okay,” she said.

  “You’re gorgeous and you’re smart as hell and if we had met in a coffee shop, I would’ve asked you out and I would’ve tried to have sex with you on the first date,” I said. That made her laugh and I grinned. Finally, we were breaking the ice a little bit.

  “I did the same thing,” she said. “I saw how all the other girls in class were fawning over you and I told myself that I wasn’t going to entertain any type of crush for you,” she said and paused.

  “I hope…I know it was weird how I came onto you. Everything about what happened in the office was weird. Did—do you feel any sort of way about it?” I asked.

  “I was shocked, that’s why I ran out. But if I didn’t want to have sex with you, I would’ve said no when you asked,” she assured me. “I didn’t know how to talk to you after and I was feeling a little overwhelmed so there was actually a few reasons why I ran out…” she said.

  “So when you said that this is messy, does that mean you don’t want to try seeing each other off campus?” I asked. Naomi paused again.

  “I—I mean…we can try that, yeah,” she said. “But what does ‘seeing each other’ mean?”

  “Fair question,” I said and took a deep breath. Sure, I was attracted to her and I wanted to be with her again but I didn’t want Naomi to expect something that I couldn’t give her.

  “It means we go on dates where we won’t be spotted or recognized. It means we have sleep overs, maybe…something with low intensity,” I said. I folded my leg and rested my ankle on my knee. An odd but forgiving breeze blew through the patio.

  “By low intensity you mean no strings?” she asked.

  “I don’t mind a few,” I said. She paused again.

  “I don’t know what that means exactly but I can try a fling…if that’s what you’re saying?” she asked. I didn’t like the idea of a fling. It seemed disposable and Naomi wasn’t someone I’d just throw away.

  “Not a fling, something a little more mature than that,” I said. Naomi laughed, the sound was warm and bubbly. My cock twitched.

  “Josh, do you always speak in riddles?” she asked.

  “Only when it comes to relationships,” I said, making her laugh again.

  “That’s helpful,” she said. “So now that we’re having a mature fling…when do you want to get together again?” she asked. “I feel like we have some unfinished business, don’t you?”

  “I think so, there might be a few things we should discuss.” I said, smiling. Naomi giggled. “How about Friday? We can meet up at my place or yours, whichever makes you more comfortable,” I said.

  “My place,” she said quickly. “I hope you aren’t allergic to cats?”

  “Not at all,” I said and smiled. A huge weight had lifted off of my shoulders and I wanted to skip ahead in time to Friday.

  #

  I tossed Kaden into the air and he screamed and giggled on the way down to the couch.

  “Again! Again!” he hugged me around the waist as I picked him up again.

  “I know she can be a bit intense at first but she’s really cool. Just try to go on another date,” Amy said. I shook my head adamantly.

  “Negative, not gonna happen,” I said. “She wants to be on the fast track for marriage. I’m not there yet,” I said. I debated telling Amy about Naomi, then my common sense caught up with me. I wasn’t feeling for a lecture and her judgement at that moment.

  “Again unca Josh!” Kaden climbed onto my back and pushed my shoulders.

  “Kaden, you had enough rounds, the game is over,” Amy said. We had all come back from having dinner out. Amy made a big sale and we had to celebrate.

  “Well, I do have other acquaintances that I can set you up with. Maybe someone a little younger who isn’t ready to settle down?”

  Kaden sat in my lap and rested against my chest with the tv remote in hand. I paused, wondering if I was walking into some sort of trap. “What do you mean by younger?” I asked slowly.

  “Like late twenties? Thirty, thirty-one?” she said.

  “I don’t know, that date kinda…spooked me, you know?” I said.

  Amy’s eyes widened. “Jeeze, it was that bad?” she said.

  I chuckled. “Not that bad but I feel like I still have some kind of groove to settle into before I jump into dating, that’s all,” I said, obviously lying to her face. Amy shrugged. I stifled a relieved sigh, glad that she wouldn’t press me on the subject.

  “I just don’t want you sitting in the dark alone, stalking your ex-wife’s Facebook page,” she murmured. I picked up a pillow and threw it at her. Kaden squealed with laughter.

  “No unca!” he yelled and then climbed to his mom and kissed her cheek. Though he was still laughing at her, he at least had her back.

  “Such a good kid, you lucked out on him,” I said.

  Amy laughed. “Well I did give him life so he should be on my side, right bud?” She showered him with kisses and tickled him until he got the hiccups from laughing. It was times like that when I felt like finding ‘the one’ again, settling down and having a kid, my own kid. Then it was dates like the one I was set up on that brought me back to reality. Finding the right woman to build a family with was no walk in the park. I certainly couldn’t do it while having a tentative relationship with my student.

  Chapter Nine

  Naomi

  I wiped down my kitchen counter for the tenth time and forced myself to put the cleaning supplies away.

  “What if you’re like, his mistress?” V asked. I had her on speaker phone, my phone sat on the breakfast bar.

  “Don’t say that,” I groaned, imagining the horror. Then it occurred to me that he could very well have a wife, as gorgeous as he was, it was almost impossible that he wasn’t snatched up by someone.

  “Just make sure you ask all the hard questions. How many students has he slept with, if he’s married, has kids, that sort of thing. You never know with older guys,” she said.

  “Yeah—” knocking on the door made me look over so fast that I tweaked my neck. “He’s here, gotta go,” I said.

  “Make sure you get those answers before you sleep with him again!” V said. I leaned over the counter to hang up the phone and quickly stashed the cleaning supplies under the kitchen counter. I ran my fingers through my hair a few times and then hurried to open the door. Josh stood in the hall wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans. His hair was roughly parted on the side, making it wave into his face a bit. He looked young in general but then, in street clothes, he looked my age.

  “Hey,” I said.

  “Gorgeous,” he smiled. I couldn’t help the girlish flutter of butterflies in my stomach. I stepped aside and he walked in. He didn’t glance around or anything, his eyes were glued to me. As soon as the door closed behind him, he put his hand around my waist and kissed me. His lips were soft and insistent. My body reacted to him almost immediately. I swayed towards him and put my hand on his chest. My fingers itched to touch his hair. “Hi,” he whispered against my lips. I took a step back from him, feeling a little bit dizzy and overwhelmed.

  “Hi,” I said again and bit my lip. “I hope you got here okay?” I asked.

  “Yeah. I live like ten-ish minutes away,” he said. Josh looked around then. There wasn’t much to see, the place was small and self-explanatory. Jerry was currently hiding in my room. “Nice place, I like how i
t’s decorated,” he said.

  “Thanks,” I smiled. My apartment was all mellow tones and I went for a boho-chic/beachy vibe with the furniture and décor.

  “Where’s your cat?” he asked. I waved him into the living room and he sat on the couch.

  “He’s in my room, he’ll come out eventually,” I said. “As long as you don’t start to sound like a serial killer he’ll grace you with his presence.”

  Josh chuckled. “He’s part guard cat, part King of the Apartment?” he asked.

  “Exactly,” I said. I gestured to the kitchen and offered Josh a drink. He settled on beer and I grabbed a couple for us and sat next to him. The list of things V mentioned that I should ask him was at the forefront of my mind and I really wanted to get them out of the way. But I didn’t want to come off as interrogating him or anything like that.

  “Do you have any pets?” I asked.

  “Nah, I just moved into my own house so I kinda want to settle in and not have to worry about anything before welcoming the mess of a puppy or kitten,” he said. “My sister has two Labradors that I watch sometimes though,” he said.

  “Where’d you move from again?” I asked.

  “I was all over for a couple of years, drifting, really,” he said.

  “You were a drifter?” I asked, incredulous. “How does a drifter get such a good job at a private university?”

  “Well, I was teaching before I wandered off,” he said cryptically. I took a sip of my beer, he uncapped his and took a swig.

  “How come you wandered off?” I asked. Josh shrugged.

  “My ex-wife cheated on me while we’d been trying to have a baby. She had one with the guy and now she’s marrying him,” he said frankly. I was sure my eyebrows were in my hairline, I couldn’t hide my shock. Josh took another swig of his beer.

  “That’s…well that’s what divorce is for,” was all I managed to say. As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. “I’m sorry, that sounded—”