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gritted my teeth and straightened my spine, then leveled my eyes on Thomas’s. “What a fucker.”
    “Yes.” He grinned sheepishly, then palmed my thighs, running his hands over my hips and up under the shirt again. “I’m a fucker.”
    “You’re awful,” I said.
    “That I am.” He nodded and yanked me to him, squaring his torso between my knees.
    “That ringtone was just so…so…” I said, clenching my jaw tightly to bite back the laugh that was bubbling up inside me.
    “Accurate?” he said, arching a brow.
    “Oh! You are just….you are terrible…” I set my hands on his shoulders and pushed at him. It was like trying to move a mountain, and honestly I’d barely put any force behind it at all.
    “I’m the worst,” he agreed, the words tickling my neck. He sank his teeth into the tender skin at my collar, biting softly. “I’m a villain, a beast,” he growled, one stealthy hand sneaking between my thighs. His fingers probed, sliding through my folds to circle my core, sinking two fingers deep inside.
    “Oh god.” I moaned and arched into him, my pussy melting around his hand as he drove into me. He pulled my head back by my hair and ran his tongue up the length of my neck, then took my lips, our mouths mating hungrily, each plunge of his fingers working in time with his tongue.
    WHA-WHA-WHA-WHUH-WHA-WHA-WHA
    “FUCK!” Thomas shouted as we both jumped this time. “What do you want, you horrible man?” he yelled at his phone.
    “Only one way to find out,” I said, leaning my head against his shoulder as he withdrew his fingers from me. “And he’s called twice now.”
    “I’ll make it up to you,” he said, grimacing at me as he picked up the phone and answered. “Hello, Roger. What can I do for you?” He set the phone on the counter, tapped the speaker button, held a finger to his lips and mouthed “Shhh”.
    I nodded my understanding.
    “Hello, Tom,” said the voice on the other end. “I called once already, but you didn’t answer. So I thought I’d just try you again. Are you busy?”
    It was a lazy voice, slow in cadence, and thick with self-importance. I’d never met the Dean of Wagner University but I had to say, after listening to just a handful of words from the man, I agreed with Thomas’ assessment. Appallingly dull was, perhaps, a kindness.
    “I am,” Thomas said breezily, walking the fingers of one hand up my thigh. “Very busy.”
    “Oh, did I interrupt something important?”
    “You did, which is why I didn’t answer the first time you called,” Thomas said, rolling his eyes at me, as his fingers attended to the buttons of my shirt, releasing them one by one. “I’m sure you can understand.”
    “Right, good thing I called back, then.”
    Thomas shook his head and snarled at the phone, and I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle my laugh.
    “What can I help you with, Roger?” Thomas pressed a finger to my lips, his eyes full of mirth and warning. “Shhhh,” he whispered against my ear, as he pushed the shirt from my shoulders, pulling it off completely and throwing it to the floor behind him.
    “Well, I tried to catch you Friday, but you’d already left for the day…”
    The Dean’s words faded into the background as Thomas plundered my mouth. Hooking his hands under my knees, he wrapped my legs around him and shoved one hand back between my thighs, sliding his thumb through my wetness and up to circle my clit.
    “Gahhh…fuuu…” I moaned and Thomas covered my mouth with his hand, then looked wide-eyed at the phone.
    “What was that?” said Roger.
    “Nothing, just the television. Go on, Roger.” Thomas grinned at me and pushed me back against the cold counter till I lay flat in front of him, fully exposed.
    “Oh right, don’t watch much television myself really. Julie does, loves all that reality housewife….”
    Thomas uncovered my mouth and ran both hands appreciatively down the length of my torso, and back up, stopping to fondle my