Crazy in Love (Lovestruck Series) by Lane Hart Page B

blowjob is a type of fucking, but I’m referring to the real deal, baby-making kind.
    “You don’t have to lie,” she says. “I don’t care if you have…”
    “I haven’t!” I shout before remembering the other offices around mine.
    “Why should I believe you over all those girls?” Reagan asks.
    “What girls? Because I have never in seven years touched a student. I’ve never canceled a class either, until today, but my cock was so hard seeing you in that outfit that I couldn’t think straight!”
    “Hannah, Beth and Kathleen all said they got one-on-one ‘extra credit’ with you during office hours,” she explains using air quotes around extra credit like it has some sort of salacious meaning.
    “The extra credit part is true,” I admit. “All three were posting inappropriate content and/or pictures on their social media sites. I told them to take the posts and tweets down, deducted twenty points from their participation grades, and made them write a five page research paper on the rules and regulations for each platform if they wanted to get the points added back.”
    “Oh,” Reagan says, lowering her arms in what I hope is a sign of her diminishing anger.
    “I’m not supposed to be talking to you about other students’ performance, but I don’t want you to have any reason to not trust me,” I explain to her.
    “So, did they…flirt with you?” she asks, smoothing non-existent wrinkles out of her skirt. And I would almost say she sounds…jealous.
    “You’re not the first girl to ask for a certain type of extra credit,” I tell her. And when her eyes widen and mouth falls open, I rush to explain. “But I swear you’re the first I’ve taken up on it.”
    “Why me?” she asks softly like she couldn’t fathom why a man would compromise his job for the possibility to touch her, all while she stands before me in the biggest cocktease outfit I’ve ever seen.
    “Because I’ve wanted you for a very long time, since before you sat your beautiful ass down in my classroom and I found out your name,” I admit, reaching an arm around to the small of her back to pull her curvy body against mine.
    “Really?” she blinks shyly up at me and asks, her voice sounding hopefully. Her lips are parted and only a breath away from mine.
    “Yes. And so when you…offered up yourself, I couldn’t refuse.”
    “So, does this mean you’re gonna take my virginity?” she asks, winding her arms around my neck to press her braless breasts against my chest.
    “Yes,” I say without thinking. “I mean, no, not yet. You don’t expect me to just turn around and fuck you on my desk your first time, do you?”
    “Please, Gage,” she leans in to whisper in my ear, her warm breath and plea making me groan and my entire body shudder.
    “No, not yet,” I tell her, contradicting my raging lust’s demand to do just that.
    “But I need you,” she says rubbing a hand down my stomach, heading toward my still sleeping cock. I’m not the young man I used to be, and the rebound period takes longer than I like. There’s no way I’m gonna admit to her that I can’t make love to her at this particular moment, even if it was an ideal setting for taking a girl’s virginity. Although, I can give her some relief accomplishing another fantasy I’ve had for a long time.
    “Climb on my desk,” I order, yanking her by her waist over to the wooden structure.
    “What?” she asks. “Like sit on it?”
    “No, climb on top of it.”
    Spinning her around so that she’s facing the desk, I flip up the back of her skirt, revealing her incredible bare ass to me. When she hesitates, I caress her right cheek with my palm before I haul back and slap it, making Reagan jump and squeak out in surprise.
    “Hands and knees on the desk,” I tell her.
    She finally places a knee up and climbs on top of the papers and books I have spread out. Before she can figure out what I plan to do, I spread her ass cheeks and run my tongue all