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now. I hear the water turn off, and soon he emerges in the same clothes from yesterday.

    I pour him a coffee and point at his torn pants. “Whatever will your fellow faculty members say?”

    “If anybody asks, I’ll tell them I slipped this morning… Thank God my students are on break. They would’ve been all over a suspicious wardrobe repeat like a rash.”

    “Can I pay for your pants? It’s my fault you ruined them.”

    He smiles, filling me with warmth. “I’m a big boy, Abby. I can pay for my own pants.”

    I slide along the counter until I’m close by him. “What time do we need to leave?” He already offered to drive us, a nice change for me from my icy trudge to the Porter Square subway stop and its endless escalator descent into the dim, grumpy realms of commuterdom .

    “Half hour, probably, if you start work at nine,” he says.

    “I do… May I attempt to seduce you?”

    He takes a deep drink of his coffee, eyes focused out the window. “You may.”

    Soon enough I’m on one of the barstools with my legs around his waist. His pants drop, and his boxer briefs join them, and I hold my panties aside for him. His cock looks great in the daylight as he strokes it to his fullest arousal. He could be a penis model for whatever it is penises might model. Cock rings, I guess. Other things I probably don’t want to know about.

    “You have a great dick,” I say, not seeing why he shouldn’t hear this from me.

    “Thanks.” He sounds distracted. He guides himself into me, pushing deep. “Abby.”

    “Be greedy.” I’m lousy at coming first thing in the morning, plus we’re on a schedule.

    Noah holds my thighs and pounds me. He’s as good at fucking as he is as getting ridden. At first his eyes are on the action; then he looks up, right at my face as he’s moaning.

    “You feel so good,” I say. I make a circle with my thumb and index finger and position it at my entrance, giving his surging cock an extra tight treat.

    “Your pussy’s so wet,” he groans.

    “Yeah, for you. You have something for me?” I purr.

    “Oh yeah.”

    “What do you have for me?”

    He grunts, hips slapping hard. “ My cum . I’ll give you all my cum .”

    “Good.”

    He moans my name again and again, and I know he’s close.

    “Noah,” I say right back. I reach my hands around and grab his gorgeous ass. I wish there was a mirror behind him so I could watch it working, see those unexpected muscles tensing and thrusting at my command. I bring my palms around his waist and push his shirt and sweater up, just enough to catch a glimpse of a lean, muscular stomach I hadn’t even thought to wish for.

    “God, I’m gonna come.” He presses his forehead hard into mine and groans. His hips hammer fast, then plunge deep, holding there, giving me what I need.

    “Good boy,” I mutter through a deep breath. I let his shirt drop and run my hands over his arms, his neck, his hair. He withdraws, delirious, and I toddle to the bathroom. I don’t have time to lie around marinating so I slip in a light-absorbency tampon, hoping it might work like a cork, though I suspect it could easily do the opposite. Classy thing, conception.

    Noah is tucking his shirt back into his pants when I reappear.

    “We better head out,” I say, glancing at the microwave clock. “Parking’s on me, by the way.”

    “I’ve got a pass. No worries.”

    I laugh at his woozy expression. “And you’re okay to drive, right?”

    “Yeah, I’m good.”

    We head downstairs and climb into his car. It’s a cold, bright day. I direct him to Broadway, and we’re quiet for a half mile.

    “So, how long are you ovulating for?” Noah catches my eyes at a red light, as though he’s wondering how long I’m in town.

    “I don’t know exactly. Maybe through the weekend? Right now is the peak, I’m pretty sure.”

    “Ah,” he says.

    “Why do you ask?”

    “Would you… Are you free tonight?”

    I smile at him. “Sure. I