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smile.
    That shuts me up.
     

Chapter Six
    Eli
     
    “You’re crazy.” She laughs as I push the door closed.
    In the confines of my office, I pull her against me, pressing my lips against hers. God, she’s fucking amazing. I promised I’d stay away from her as much as possible this week, with her midterms, but it’s proving to be harder than I’d thought—and it’s only been a week.
    “Crazy about you, maybe,” I mutter, kissing her neck.
    She shrieks and tries to duck away from me. I put my finger to her mouth, reminding her to be quiet, though I’m sure the whole school would’ve heard that squeal.
    She nods and winces, then presses her lips against mine. She pulls away and smiles, her green eyes darting down toward my erection.
    I glance at the door, remembering the way I’d carefully locked it earlier. Maybe I’m paranoid, but I could only imagine the shit I’d be in if someone walked in right now. This could not be explained easily, but I’m already in way over my head. Why stop now?
    “Hey.” She smiles, her fingers caressing my face. The sound of her voice brings me back to the present, and once again I’m lost in her beauty. “Where’d you go just then?”
    “Thinking,” I admit. “I hate sneaking around. I hate not seeing you.” I laugh. “I hate seeing you and not being able to touch you.”
    Her gaze drops and she smiles. “I know. I hate it too. But your career . . . I know how serious what we’re doing is, Eli. I want you to know that. Every single day I have to fight the urge to just run up and kiss you.” She waves her arm. “It’s moments like this that are keeping me going.”
    I groan as her hands travel down to my crotch. She has an evil smile on her face and I know where this is headed—no pun intended.
    “I have a meeting in ten minutes,” I protest as she begins to unbuckle my pants.
    She raises an eyebrow. “As I remember, that’s plenty of time for you.”
    “Watch it,” I grumble, my lips twitching at her joke. I sit back against the desk as she tugs my jeans and boxers down. Her fingers curl around my cock and she smiles.
    “God, I forgot how big you are,” she whispers.
    “Jill, we agreed . . .” My voice trails off.
    “. . . to wait until my eighteenth before having sex again.” She shrugs, her eyes narrowing as she sinks to her knees. “You didn’t mention anything about putting your cock in my mouth.”
    Oh, God.
    I try and block out the voices I can hear coming from the staffroom next door as her lips move up and down my length. She grins at me as I run my fingers through her dark hair. Standing there, watching her do this . . . It’s incredible.
    “I love your taste,” she whispers. “Does it turn you on, me doing this?”
    “You fucking know it does,” I mutter.
    My body begins to shake. I grip the side of my desk and reposition one of my legs so it rests on my chair. Her hands are curled around my thighs as she takes as much of me into her mouth as she can. 
    I’m so fucking close. There are so many distractions, and I’m trying not to draw any attention to what’s going on in here. I’m being paranoid, I know, but I can’t help it.
    “Jill, I’m close. Pull away,” I warn her.
    Her hands urge me to keep going as she takes me deeper into her mouth.
    “Fuck,” I gasp, squeezing my eyes closed. My body jerks as I release in her mouth. I can feel her swallow, which makes me want to come again .
    I can’t believe she just did that.
    I feel shock. I’m in awe of her gutsiness. But most of all, I feel lucky that she’s mine. She gets to her feet and smiles at me.
    “Don’t you have class to get to?” I tease.
    She giggles as I kiss her lips. My hand grazes her ass as she presses herself against me. Arousal stirs inside me and I smirk, because she’s getting me hard, again .
    “I could say the same thing to you, Mr. Anderson.”
    I wince. “God, don’t call me that. It makes me feel like a creep.” She makes a face and I slap