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me, Ms. Tilman?”
    “I wanted you to take me. Right there.”
    Her fingers closed around the hard length of his dick and his dilated eyes snapped to hers. “Details.” His chest lifted as she stroked him, her thumb teasing pre-cum over the smooth head. “ Please. ”
    “You’re in my mind.”
    “I want to hear you say it.” His gaze dropped, hers following to watch her slim fingers caress him, drawing him over her own damp skin, slicking him with her own wetness. “Want to see its effect on you.”
    Adela drew in a slow breath, the movement pushing her against him and sparking through her flesh. “You…you just stop midsentence and stare at me.”
    “Where are you?”
    “I arrived late.” That part was real. She had, picking through the shadows to the only seats available in the auditorium. Namely the seats directly opposite Marcus. She’d slunk into her seat and as his hard eyes had found her, she knew exactly why they’d remained empty. “Terror of you kept the front row empty.”
    His smile was dark and her heart thumped, causing her to tighten her grip. He gritted his teeth and pushed against her. His voice dropped. “Are you scared?”
    “Yes.”
    “But still, you want me.”
    Adela ran her fingers along the hard plane of his jaw, tracking the slow exploration. She held his gaze. “You are beautiful.”
    “Are you really so shallow, Ms. Tilman?”
    “Yes.”
    His smile was quick and almost sweet and she found herself echoing it. “I remember you and your intriguing skirt.” Darkness tightened his features again and her heart skipped. “Continue.”
    “You order everyone out. Except me.”
    His fingers gripped her ass, holding her, guiding her, even as her fingers still stroked him. “And what do I want with you?” The question, wrapped in his rich voice, caught her breath. She drew her fingertips along his dick and herself, coating him with her juices. “Tell me.”
    Adela rolled her hips and he groaned. “It’s been a while.”
    Marcus rocked into her. “It had. It has.”
    She let her eyes close for a moment, lost in the feel of him, the ache for the brush of skin and cloth that had invaded her dreams. She could see him now in the lecture hall—a mixture of fantasy and reality—as he padded down the steps, slow and sure, taking his time and striding across to her.
    Her flesh tightened, the low ache in her belly thick and heavy as Marcus thrust against her. His breath burned against her lips. “How do I take you?”
    “You order me to edge of the stage. You watch me.”
    “Planning in my mind how I’m going to fuck you.”
    Adela swallowed and her “Yes” was breathless. His scent, body heat, the ache that he was so close to stroking into her wrapped around Adela. And the images in her mind. Forbidden fantasies she’d never thought she’d share had her pulse thudding hard.
    Marcus’ hands on her thighs, brushing his hands over the long, loose skirt and pushing it up to her waist. Exposing her. Hooking his thumbs into her panties, pulling them down and seeing them sail off to disappear somewhere in the second row.
    “Very naughty, Ms. Tilman.” He seared the admonishment against her mouth, his fingers lacing with hers to ease his dick into her pussy. “What will your tutor say?”
    “She’d try to grab you for herself.” Her smile was wicked and she held his gaze, the anticipation of his finally, finally having her coiling everything within her tight and hot. She fisted her hand in his hair. “And I’d break every one of her bloody fingers.”
    Marcus stroked deep and a gasp broke from Adela, heat flashing up her body. A shot of release that wasn’t nearly enough. He ground his hips against hers and her muscles gripped him. His voice was ragged as he muttered, “I gave you my contacts. Why deny this?”
    “You’re…you.” She pressed her hand to the sharp angle of his jaw, drawing her thumb under his open lips. With his forehead pressed to hers, they shared heated