Page 45 of After Hours Lectures

“Oh.” My shoulders sagged as his had earlier. Fucking California and the miles between here and there.

“Maybe—”

My alarm on my phone chimed, telling me it was time to walk to class. “We gotta go, but we can talk about this later. Can you come over tonight? I’ll make you dinner.”

“Yeah, I’ll make it work.”

“Good.” I stood. “And we can talk about you shooting on a ledge of a building and then not using the photo for your assignment.”

His mouth dropped open. “How do you know about that?”

I stuck my laptop into my bag. “Why don’t you go on ahead to class and ask Fallon?”

Tyler’s brow furrowed. “Okay …?”

“No, seriously. Go to class and I’ll be behind you. We can’t be seen together.” Well, we could because it wasn’t as if we would hold hands, but I didn’t want to take the chance of someone getting suspicious, and I still needed to talk to Charlotte.

“Yes,sir.” He opened the door and winked back at me, then strode out of the office.

I followed behind him, but stopped at Charlotte’s office door, knocking twice to get her attention. She looked up from her laptop and I shut the door behind me. “I know—”

She held up her hand. “It’s none of my business.”

“But—”

“From what you told me, it started before the semester began. I get it, and like I said, not my business. School will be over in a few months, anyway. Just be careful, okay? Lock the door next time.”

“Right.” I smiled tightly, realizing I should have done that.

“But is he your plus one?” She grinned.

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Then maybe I should hire a photographer after all.”

* * *

On the way to class,I’d texted Tyler that things were good with Charlotte, and throughout my lecture about the students’ midterm portfolio, we shared stolen glances. He would either bite his lower lip, run his tongue over it too, or wink at me. He knew what he was doing, and for the rest of the day, I couldn’t stop thinking about his mouth around my dick.

I had just put the lasagna in the oven and set a timer for forty minutes when my doorbell rang.

Striding to the door, my heart hammered excitedly in my chest.

Tyler Statler was definitely getting to me.

Without looking to make sure it was him, I unlocked and opened the door. On the other side was the man I wanted to lecture after hours.

“Hayden,” he greeted.

I grabbed a fistful of his jacket and pulled him inside. “Get in here.”

With no more words, our clothes went flying and for the next forty minutes, Tyler used his wicked mouth on me, and then some.

15

Tyler

For the firstthree years of college, I’d gone on typical spring break trips. When I was a freshman, I went to Miami, then a group of us went to Mexico my sophomore year, and last time we headed to Myrtle Beach. All of those trips had been a blast, filled with everything one would expect: sunshine, hookups (except in Mexico when I had a boyfriend), and plenty of alcohol.