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undergrads from the math
department in his research. They’d worked together for a semester,
a stretch of weeks where Trini found it increasingly more difficult
to deny her raging lust for him. She often imagined he felt the
same. There were too many accidental touches, too many endearing
smiles, and too much teasing banter.
    And now here they were, pressed belly to
belly, pulses pounding, gazes locked.
    “ How, Dr. Menzies?” Trini
dared to break the silence.
    An impish grin curved his lips. He bent his
head and ghosted his lips across the small cluster of scars along
her collarbone. She’d earned those as a freshman in high school
when her dolt of lab partner had blown up a test tube. Scorching
glass shards had made easy work of penetrating her t-shirt and
tearing into her skin.
    Trini shivered as Dr. Menzies pressed his
lips to hear ear. “You’d be amazed what detail a person familiar
with photo analyzing algorithms can bring out from grainy pics
posted online. And it’s Simon now.”
    Trini smiled, thoroughly impressed with his
detective work. He’d probably spotted the scar during one of their
evening number-crunching sessions. She’d often worn tank tops with
her jeans and bared those scars without much thought as to their
ability to identify her. Thank goodness the campus police seemed
devoid of any technological proficiency.
    She yearned to touch him but her hands still
grasped the strap of her backpack. As if sensing her need, Simon
took the bag from her hand and gently set it aside, careful not to
make any noise. He removed the gloves encasing her hands and
dropped them too. For a long moment, they simply stared at one
another. Unable to contain her lust, Trini pounced on him. Simon
groaned into her mouth, his tongue searching for hers. The ensuing
kisses weren’t particularly dignified or finessed but hungry and
sloppy and desperate. They clutched and groped, Trini’s fingers
fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, Simon’s hands kneading her
breasts, tweaking her nipples.
    With a slight shove, Simon pushed Trini’s
back to the door. He dropped to his knees and grabbed the tiny
elastic band of her g-string. As he jerked it down, Trini widened
her stance and then lifted her left foot. The g-string remained
hooked around her right ankle. Simon’s knuckles brushed downward
over the bare lips of her pussy. She shivered at the contact.
    Without warning, Simon delved into her
dripping cunt, swiping the length of her slit with his pointed
tongue. Trini stifled a surprised moan, now only vaguely aware of
the other voices in the building. Simon clasped the back of her
right knee and guided it up and over his shoulder. Trini hooked her
left knee in the same way.
    Suspended on his shoulders, she sifted her
fingers through his soft blond hair and enjoyed his jaw-dropping
cunnilingus skills. His thumbs held her open, baring the dewy
petals of her sex. He lapped gently at her clit then drifted lower
and circled the opening there. When his tongue dipped inside,
tasting her, Trini hissed. The velvet sensation of his tongue
drawing circles against her inflamed clit made her toes curl. He
alternated delicious swirls with pointed flicks and sometimes
sucked her pleasure button between his lips, heightening the
sensation even more. There was no hesitation or uncertainty from
Simon. He ate at her cunt with wicked abandon, lavishing every pink
inch with attention. Trini’s thighs tightened. Her calves flexed
against his back. She was going to come—and hard.
    Suddenly, a pair of male voices sounded
outside the door. Trini expected Simon to pull back, to halt and
nervously wait it out but he didn’t. Instead he went wild on her
clit. Her palms flew to the door, nails clawing at the wood. Teeth
biting into her lower lip, she tried to fight an impending orgasm.
When the door handle rattled, a quiver of fear shot through her.
That was all it took. An orgasm crashed down over her, swallowing
her in its intensity. She