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didn’t have to front with this girl. Not anymore.
    She waited, her body subconsciously leaning toward mine, her face rapt with anticipation. It was a risk. With Andy being an abuser, who knew if she would take it the wrong way? I said a silent prayer that she didn’t run from the room screaming and let it rip.
    “It’s me. And you. You’re still a college student, only I’m one of your professors at Crestville.”
    I swallowed hard as the fantasy I’d played out half a dozen times in my head bum-rushed me.
    “I’ve seen you all semester, in your short skirts, all the boys watching you. But none of them are watching you as hard as I am. They’re like a bunch of puppies and want to pant all over you and lick your shoes. Not me.” I paused, and held her gaze. “I just want to lick your pussy until you scream my name.”
    She gasped, and her leg went bowstring-tight against mine. I laid my hand on her knee and squeezed before continuing.
    “You’re not doing well in class, so you come to me after hours wearing one of those little skirts that haunts my dreams. One of those fucking skirts that makes me want to flip it up and bend you over my desk and bury my cock in you so deep that we both see stars.”
    Her breath was coming in little pants and her eyes were closed. I could tell she was picturing it, same as I was, and it got me even more juiced.
    “You close the door behind you, and lock it before you approach my desk. And in my fantasy, I say the same thing to you every time. I say, ‘What can I do for you, Ms. Beckett?’ and you say, ‘The question, Professor McDaniels, is what can I do for you.’ And then you walk toward me, tits bouncing like they did that time you visited me at Shorty’s wearing those heels?”
    She nodded slightly, and her nostrils flared. “Yes. Then what?”
    My cock was aching and I resisted the urge to give it a squeeze and relieve some of the pressure. “You tell me you need an A and are willing to do whatever it takes to get one. I pretend to think about it long and hard, but I’ve already jerked off thinking about you coming into my classroom this way a hundred times, so I already know what I want. I stand up and walk around the desk, and you look up at me all wide-eyed, but unafraid.”
    I took a much needed breath and slid my hand up higher on her leg until my fingers were resting on her hip and my thumb was wedged between her thighs. She bit her bottom lip and opened her legs another inch.
    “I don’t say a word. I turn you around and press you down until your elbows are resting on the desk and that pert, round ass of yours is high in the air. Then I get out my ruler. Because trying to seduce your professor makes you a very bad girl, Liv.”
    She wriggled a little a closer and I wanted to crow with relief. She could tell what was coming, and she wasn’t pulling away.
    “When I lift up your skirt, I realize you don’t have any underwear on and I can’t believe my luck. The first crack of the ruler hitting flesh is so loud, it bounces off the walls and I wonder if my colleagues in the next room can hear it. Then I realize I don’t give a fuck. Because you like it. You moan and arch your back like a cat, and I do it again. You know I’d never really hurt you. You know I just want to make it good for you, and you love it.”
    She took my hand in hers and slid it farther between her legs now, sparing a quick, nervous glance over her shoulder at the door. “Yes?”
    I tried to speak, but the heat of her pussy through the thin cotton of her pants was burning me alive.
    “What next?” she demanded, rotating her hips against my hand and then reaching for my cock. When she took me in her sure grip, I swallowed a groan and pushed on, ready to call it quits on my little fantasy and take this shit upstairs and make it happen, but not willing to give up watching her face as I talked.
    “One more time, a hard smack on the ass, because you want it. Then I step back and bend