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“I get it,” I tell her. “But give it a try. It might come easier than you think.”

“I’ll try.”

I offer her one smile, giving myself a last chance to drink her in before I go home and hit the showers. If I don’t get myself off thinking about her, I’m not going to be able to get anything else done tonight.

“I’ll see you later, Morgan.”

“Count on it.”

5

MORGAN

It’s been a couple of days since our meeting in the student union. I actually wasn’t stalking him. I was doing a little work on my article and running into Mr. Hooper there was just a happy coincidence, so I took advantage of it. Not only did I get a couple of good quotes for my piece, but I also know I got under his skin at the same time. The way he was looking at me, drinking me in from head to toe, got me so wet and hot that I had a hard time not squirming in my chair. As it was, I had to go home and change my panties … after getting myself off anyway.

Seeing that glimmer in his eyes told me all I needed to know. Mr. Hooper wants me as much as I want him. I’m sure it’s fearing what Kelsey might think that’s holding him back. And I get that. It’s been making me hesitate, too. But I keep coming back to something Mr. Hooper said—that we’re all adults now. We’re all grown-ups. And shouldn’t grown-ups be able to enjoy each other without being bound by our childish notions?

I know. I’m justifying it to myself. I have an uncanny ability to rationalize anything. It’s kind of like my superpower. And it’s that superpower that has led me to stand outside Mr. Hooper’sdoor. My stomach is churning, and my hands are shaking as I raise my hand and knock on the door quickly, not giving myself a chance to back out. I’m not the most assertive girl around, but something needs to give here. I can’t keep longing for something I’m never going to have. I need some clarity for my own sake.

“Come,” Mr. Hooper’s voice comes from behind the door.

Letting out a breath, I grab the door handle with my trembling hand and open it. I step into his office and close the door behind me. Mr. Hooper takes off his glasses as he looks up from his computer, and I can see the surprise on his face. His eyes slide up and down my body, drinking me in, lingering first on my legs, then on my breasts. I made sure to wear a cute skirt and top today, just to make his decision more difficult. It seems to be working.

“Morgan,” he says. “What can I do for you?”

I pull a folder out of my messenger bag, slip a couple of pages out of it, and set them on his desk. I lean close, letting my long, blond hair brush the back of his neck, and let him catch a nice hint of my perfume. Mr. Hooper clenches his jaw, and I can see the heat creeping up his neck and spreading into his cheeks. Not wanting to overplay my hand, I stand up, and he clears his throat.

“I thought you might want to see a preview of my article,” I tell him.

“That’s very considerate of you.”

I perch on the corner of his desk, hiking my skirt a little higher to give him a good view of my thigh. Mr. Hooper licks his lips, forces himself to turn away, and picks up my article. As he reads, I arch my back a little, thrusting my chest out a little more. Ican see him looking at me from the corner of his eye, and when I glance down, I can see his cock straining against his jeans. My heart fluttering and my belly churning, I swallow the lump in my throat.

This is my chance to get some clarity. I’ve never done anything this bold before, and I’m terrified. But it’s now or never. My hand is trembling as I reach down and grab his cock through his jeans. Mr. Hooper is startled and jumps to his feet, a startled look on his face.

“Morgan, what are you doing?”

“What you won’t,” I say.

I slip off his desk and take a step toward him, but Mr. Hooper takes a step back. He’s trying so hard to do the right thing, but I can see just how hard he’s fighting his desire.

“You know there’s something between us, Mr. Hooper.”

“I know there is. But we shouldn’t?—”

I step forward and press my mouth to his. Mr. Hooper’s body tenses, but as I slip my tongue past his teeth, he moans softly, and I feel his resolve crumble. He pulls me to him roughly. His kiss steals my breath, and he pushes me back to the desk. I squeak as he picks me up and sets me down on it, then falls to his knees before me. My heart is racing, and my body is quivering as he pushes my skirt up around my waist and yanks my panties down roughly.

My eyes are wide with amazement that this is finally happening as he leans forward, and when the tip of his tongue, soft and wet, touches my clit, it feels like I grabbed hold of a live wire. As he slides his tongue along my wet, swollen lips, I cry out. Reachingdown, I grab his hair, and as if I’m not in control of myself, I yank it hard. He grunts but buries his tongue deep inside of me.

Still gripping his hair, I rock back and forth, grinding myself against his face. The stubble on his cheeks tickles the insides of my thighs, and I giggle. But when his teeth graze my clit, I shudder and moan as my body explodes with sensation. Goosebumps prickle my skin, and my grip on his hair tightens. I roll my hips, mashing my pussy against his face, and he continues licking and sucking me, his fingers joining his tongue.

“Oh yes, Mr. Hooper. God, yes, baby,” I moan. “Lick my pussy, Daddy.”

His growl rumbles against my lips, sending bolts of electricity through my pussy. Getting myself off didn’t prepare me for how amazing this feels. I’ve never felt anything like this before. He laps at my center like he can’t get enough, pumping his fingers into me at the same time. My entire body tightens around him, my breathing is ragged, and I can’t seem to control myself.

I shake and writhe against him, the pressure building up inside of me growing more intense by the moment. And just when I feel like my body can’t get any tighter, I suddenly feel weightless. Like I’m falling. My grip on his hair tightens, and I hold him where he is, shaking almost violently as I come. My voice shakes as I cry out and Mr. Hooper keeps eating my pussy, making me feel like I’ve got lightning shooting through my veins.

Slowly, my orgasm ebbs, and I let go of his hair. He looks up at me with a smile, and when I see my juices glistening on his lips and chin, it reignites the heat inside of me. He leans down and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue. My pussy feels like it’s on fire, and I have never been wetter than I am right now.