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knees, pushing him gently against the wall. Their bodies blocked the door; no one would be able to walk in and see them. But someone could try, and what would their excuse be for blocking the way? Even worse, if someone outside were very near and very quiet, they might be able to hear the ragged breaths wrenched from Blake’s throat, the rasp of his zipper as she tugged it down, the low groan as she pulled him out, skin to skin.
    The risk excited her. So different from the safe circle of his bedroom. It felt, somehow, like a declaration. A statement of intent. He’s mine.
    He was heavy in her hand, a weight she’d expect from a man who hadn’t been laid in months. Instead he was like this every time. Large enough to fill her palm, her sex…her mouth. A wicked smile tilted her lips.
    His nostrils flared, higher on the right side than the left. “God, Erin. What are you doing to me?”
    “Should I stop, Professor Morris?”
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    Should she stop? No, don’t stop, ever.
    Wait. Blake forced the lust fever back, allowed his mind to clear and really think on what they were doing. She looked so beautiful there, with her lips a full, pouty pink and her dark eyes sultry with arousal, that he almost couldn’t control himself, almost couldn’t stop. But she deserved better than being on her knees in this dusty office where someone might walk in. She deserved a lot better than him, but now that he had her, he didn’t plan on giving her up anytime soon.
    He should be able to control himself better when he was so well practiced in denial, but damn it, he wanted those pink lips on him, he wanted her sweet, warm heat, but he wanted so much more. Her moans, her pleasure.
    “Are you sure we should be doing this here?” His voice came out hoarse, belying any consideration implied in his words. He wanted this so fucking bad.
    She squeezed gently, making his hips jerk. She smiled, pleased with her power. “If you tell me to stop, I will.”
    Ah, hell. So beautiful. He squeezed his eyes shut against the sight, but he couldn’t last for long that way, feeling the brush of her breath against his exposed cock.
    “Erin.”
    “Yes, Professor?”
    He narrowed his eyes, feeling on the verge of some discovery, on the edge of the cliff and he would jump just to be with her.
    “You like this.” Surprise filled his voice. Surprise and wonder.
    A small smile curved her lips, though she didn’t answer.
    “The idea that someone might walk in on us. It turns you on. It excites you.”
    Her cheeks darkened with a blush. She kept her eyes trained on his cock as her hands took up a steady stroke. He wouldn’t be distracted.
    “Stand up then,” he rasped. “Let me take care of you.”
    She shook her head, slow and coy. God, she turned him on. She only had to look at him, to smile, and he was revved up, ready to burst. But when she was like this, seductive, empowered, he wanted to fall at her feet.
    But that wasn’t what she wanted.
    “And maybe the power, too,” he mused. “You like me being in control. The role-play.”
    “Well, you are a professor.”
    “And you’re a student. A naughty one.”
    She laughed. “Am I?”
    Oh yes. For her, he would play any game, pay any price, and this was no hardship at all.
    He knelt in front of her, taking her face in his hands and kissing her forehead gently. “That’s right. Coming into a professor’s office and taking out his cock. Do you do that for all your teachers?”
    She blushed fiercely, eyes downcast. “No, sir.”
    “Only me, then? This is your first time holding a professor’s cock in your hand?”
    “Oh God,” she moaned. Then she righted herself. “Yes, sir.”
    Fuck, when she called him sir, it made him lose his mind. “Do you think that was a wise move? I must say, you don’t seem to know what to do with it next.”
    She startled at his words, jerking her hand on him. Too much, too fast—he’d blow before the game had finished.
    “No, that won’t