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John Carter was going to hell.
Or maybe he was already there, he thought as he stepped into his office to find you leaning over his desk, luscious ass on full display. Carter licked his lips then shook his head, trying to dislodge the image that had suddenly taken up residence in his head.
“What are you doing?” he asked, voice coming out raspy. He cleared his throat.
You straightened and looked over your shoulder in surprise. “Sorry, Professor Carter. I’m missing tests from two students in Bio 101. I thought maybe they were lost on your desk again.”
It was entirely possible. It was no secret that his desk was a black hole for assignments and tests. “I told you to call me John when we’re not in class,” he corrected you. And he absolutely should not have done so. Even if you are his TA, you shouldn’t call him by his first name. He didn’t care. He loved to hear it fall from your lips too much.
You grinned at him and nodded once. “Right. John. Sorry.”
He shook his head, fighting a smile of his own. God, why did he find everything you did so fucking adorable? “Alright, let’s sort this mess. I’ve misplaced an Anatomy paper as well.”
Now that you had his permission, you started sorting the papers that were stacked on his desk. He stepped around you to start on the other side.
“What would you do without me, Professor,” you teased as you handed over the missing paper.
His cock twitched at the title. “John. Please,” he said, voice cracking. Not that he thought that would be any better. You could probably call him literally anything and his dick would sit up and pay attention. Fucking hell.
Carter ran a hand down his face and took a deep breath, doing his best not to look at you. “Any luck on the tests?”
When you didn’t answer, he glanced up briefly before returning to his task. Then he stopped and did a double take. You had perched yourself on the edge of the desk while your gaze ran over every bit of him you could see. You bit your lip. “Can I ask you a question?”
He cleared his throat and put his attention back on the papers. “Of course.”
“Will you kiss me?”
He froze utterly and completely, fingers wrapped around the edge of the missing tests. He took a breath then another before his head snapped up to you. “I’m sorry?”
The corner of your lips lifted in a smirk as you stood and sashayed around the desk. There really was no other word for the way you swung your hips. His dark eyes followed every movement. Your fingers wrapped around his tie and tugged, turning hm toward you. “You don’t have to be sorry. Just kiss me.”
His fingers twitched with the desire to hold you, to pull you close until there wasn’t a breath of air between you. “We can’t.”
“Of course we can. It’s easy. You just pucker up and put your lips on mine.”
When he didn’t move, you sighed and released your hold on his tie. A flash of hurt crossed your face and you turned away from him. No, no, no. He couldn’t touch you, couldn’t cross that line, but he didn’t want to lose you.
“I’m sorry, Professor,” you muttered, voice barely audible. “I’ll just take the tests and go. I’ll have them on your desk in the morning.”
You plucked the papers from his grasp and headed toward your bag. His gaze followed you as you moved toward the door, not glancing back at him once. “No,” he said as you reached for the handle.
Your hand hovered over the knob as you glanced at him over your shoulder. “What?”
“Don’t…don’t go. Just…come home with me. We’ll pick up food on the way. You can grade the tests while I go through the papers.”
The silence stretched into uncomfortable territory. He shifted his weight, tension flowing from him when a smile curved your lips.
“Alright, professor. As long as you agree to return to our earlier conversation.”
Giving into every temptation he’d felt since the first moment you introduced yourself to him, he shook his head. “I don’t think we’ll be doing much talking.”