I swallow the lump in my throat as I get a vision of him naked.
“No.”
He leans in and puts his mouth to my ear.
“Confession.”
I close my eyes. Oh man, this is a bad . . . situation. With a bad man.
My heart begins to beat deep and slow, in time with his, as I imagine doing bad things to him.
“You’ve been on my mind.” His deep, hushed voice on my neck begins to send shock waves through my system.
“Why’s that?” I whisper, but I don’t know why I’m asking—I already know the answer.
He presses his hips forward and pins me to the wall. He’s hard and ready. My insides begin to melt.
Oh f**k . . . he feels good.
“Through three lectures and one workshop, all I’ve done is imagined you riding my c**k,” he whispers darkly.
I instantly get a vision of me on top of him, naked, our bodies w
