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her orgasm. “Yeah, fuck me like that….” she screamed.

Her whole body trembled while she came, and continued to for what seemed like forever. I held her while I watched my cock slide in and out of her wet pussy.

As soon as she was somewhat lucid again, she pulled Chase’s dick into her mouth and sucked him all the way to the root. Jamie’s cock was in her hand, which she stroked with a vengeance.

And I sat back, still inside her tight pussy, watching her work over my friends. Just as Chase started to come in her mouth, Jamie spurted all over her pretty tits.

“Fucking A,” I said. “This is what I call a good day on the boat.”

Chapter 33

PROFESSOR BENJAMIN ADLER

There was a knock on my office door. I glanced at my watch. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but then during office hours, students often dropped in unannounced.

I was trying to grade my Freshman English class’s papers, but I’d been unable to focus, thinking all day about Senna and the three of us guys out on the boat the day before. Mondays were always rough, but today was really killing me.

I liked Senna. A lot. And the guys did, too. And after watching her with all of us, I was more comfortable with the idea of sharing. To be honest, seeing her with the other guys was one of the fucking hottest things I’d ever experienced.

I pulled my office door open, and my spirits sank to the depth of my shoes.

“Krishelle. What are you doing here?”

She’d caught me by such surprise that I couldn’t even pretend to be glad to see her. It was never a happy occasion when she came around, and I braced myself for whatever shit she had to throw my way.

But I wasn’t expecting what she had for me that day.

“Hello, Benjamin,” she said, helping herself to a seat before I could offer her one.

She looked around my office, perhaps warming up for whatever poison she had to share. When her gaze returned to me, she narrowed her eyes, lizard-like. “I’m going to get right to the point.”

I shrugged. “When have you ever not gotten right to the point?” I asked.

My effort to lighten the tension was lost on her.

“I know you’ve been with Senna Duncan.”

She sat back in her chair, arms crossed, looking proud of herself.

My adrenaline surged as several mangled thoughts ran through my head.

I could deny it and tell her she was full of shit.

I could probe a bit to see where she’d gotten her information.

Or I could own up to it.

We were adults. We could theoretically do what we wanted. The line between student-teacher relationships was fuzzy. The university advised against them, but left such things to the discretion of the adults involved.

Did she know about Jamie and Chase, as well? And how the hell would she have found out, anyway?

I decided to blow her mind.

“Yes, I have. She and I are dating.”

Well, she clearly hadn’t expected me to be honest, because her head snapped back, and her mouth fell open.

She was a horrid, horrid woman. She’d stalked me on numerous occasions, with some crazy idea that if I just got to know her, we’d have a relationship. I hoped to god she wasn’t back to that now. It had been stressful the last time. I’d been forced to bring in the university’s administration, which reluctantly sanctioned her so I wouldn’t notify the police.

Thanks, Wellshire.

Her fingers gripped the arms of her chair so hard they were turning white. “I can report you. You can lose your job.”

God, she was a fucking loon.

“You can report me, Krishelle. That’s true.”

I stood and pulled my office door open. “Now, if you’re done, I’d like you to leave. I have work to do,” I said calmly.

She pursed her lips, her angry face red with the humiliation of my dismissal. “This isn’t the last you’re going to hear of this,” she hissed, and passed through my doorway. She turned to face me. “And if you think you’re—”

I slammed my door right in her face. I’d had enough.

Fine. I was seeing a student. I wasn’t the first person at the university to do that, and I certainly wouldn’t be the last. I just had to prepare myself for any potential fallout.

But how did she find out? And on the other hand, did it really matter? The point was, she had found out.

Would she really tell the administration, though? She’d come to me, wanting something. And if I knew her