Page 66 of Teacher's Pet

Jesus Christ. Pull yourself together, Nathan.

A knock jarred me, Ryan ducked under the desk, dragging the chair closer with him.

I cleared my throat to send whoever it was away—

The door clicked open.

And there she is. Brown waves, deep blue eyes.

Claire.

“Hey, stranger.” Claire’s smile swept the room before settling on me. “Sorry—just got access and was checking around, looking for a—” Her gaze dropped to my hand. “A pen!”

Under the desk, Ryan hummed against me, mouth closing over my cock like he has all the time in the world.

Claire stepped closer. I forced a smile.

Part of me was wired with fear of getting caught. The other part, the smaller, nastier part, was savoring the thrill. Talking to a colleague while a student was on his knees beneath my desk, licking me like it was his favorite pastime?

I had to suppress my groan.

She closed the distance. My cock twitched involuntarily as Ryan licked the slit, and Ryan moaned, which I mask with a cough.

“Mind if I snag that from you?”

“Ye—yeah.” My voice stumbled. “Go ahead.”

Her eyes narrow with curiosity. “What are you signing?”

Ryan dragged his mouth lower, tongue tracing the vein before he pressed kisses against my balls, first the left, then the right. I bit my cheek, desperate to stay composed.

“They’re just—” my voice hitched, “—fuck, um… divorce papers.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, sympathy painted on her face. “Oh no, you’re divorcing?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

She softened into a smile. “Hey, if you want, after this, we could go to the bar. I could buy you a drink.”

Ryan froze. So do I. Then teeth, lightly grazing my cock.

Fuck.

“Not today,” I managed, my voice tighter than I wanted it to be. “I have stuff to do.”

She pouted, and Ryan rewarded me with a slow, deliberate lick back up my length.

“Aww. Well, I’ll leave you to it, handsome.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before I blurted, “Are you married?”

Ryan stilled again, his breath hot against me.

Claire turned, a sly smile on her lips. “I’m actually single.” She crossed her arms loosely over her chest. “What’s with the interest?”

I can’t see Ryan, but his breathing quickened, and I know how close I am to him doing something reckless enough to give us away.

“Michael was asking,” I said, casually. “He’s interested in you.”