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  Wow. That’s cool.

  The nurse quickly washes and cleans the scratch on my temple and says, “It’s not big enough to need a bandage,” and I can hear the derision in his voice when he says it. Dammit. I shrink in a little. I shouldn’t have pretended. I actually try really hard to always make the right choice in every situation, but his arms…his smell…

  I’m telling you, you would’ve pretended too.

  “I’m going to head back to work,” Professor Trask says, and looks back at me. “Ms. Christine – I hope you feel better soon,” and walks out of the examination room. My eyes follow him wistfully. Fuck, he’s got a hot ass.

  “Looked your fill?” the student nurse sneers.

  I ignore him and push myself off the exam table. It was time go bathe in wine and chocolate and pretend today didn’t happen. First George and his stripper lap dance, and then being humiliated in front of the sexiest professor of all time.

  Yup, definitely a dark chocolate and red wine kind of day. 9:30 isn’t too early to start drinking, right?

  I didn’t think so.

  4

  Anders

  With a sigh, I open up another folder as I sit at my desk. I have to choose which student I’m going to recommend for the UN Consultancy Program from NYU, and needless to say, there’s grad students who’d give their right arm to get into that program. This isn’t going to be an easy process to choose.

  This is why I seemed a bit distracted earlier when I first walked in here.

  This year, I’ve been tapped to sit on the nominating and evaluation committee. The whole UN Consultancy Program is the ticket to any political science grad student’s future. You get this gig, the world is yours, literally.

  You get placed in high profile United Nations programs and get facetime with world leaders. Another way to put it is this – you cannot get into this program and not become a world leader. Even if you leave public service after this, you get snapped up by corporations who will ask you to provide feedback and advice and pay you a few million a year to keep you on retainer.

  Not a bad way to retire, if you ask me.

  I never did it. But then again, my family has more money than God. We’re just Boston Brahmins, so we don’t show it in between doing all our Yankee things like eating lobster rolls and summering in the Cape.

  In fact, it’s probably my connections and my family that made the Dean select me to be on this nominating committee. The fact that I worked at the UN might have helped too.

  Each year, NYU sends one person into this United Nations program and the nominating committee then judges all applicants.

  Anyone can nominate. However, students have to ask first.

  And damn, with Christine Jalili’s volunteer work at the local refugee program, she’d be an amazing fit. I had mentioned the program in class the other day and told all interested students to submit a pre-application – just some info on their background and interests. Based on those pre-apps, Christine is pretty much a perfect fit for what the UN is looking for.

  She’s a perfect fit for my arms too. I feel my cock stir at the thought. Yesterday, when she was in my arms, she felt…amazing. The curve of her best above her lacy red bra, her skirt hitching its way up her thighs, her softness…

  I felt myself grow harder. I know I’m not supposed to be dreaming about kissing my way up my student’s thighs, but fuck. More than anything in the world, I want to know if her panties matched her bra. Were they red and lacy? Were they a thong, sliding up between her perfect ass cheeks?

  I reach under my desk to stroke my dick through my pants. I can’t stand it anymore. It’s either jerk off or explode. I can look at student files later. For now, I have to take care of busin—

  A knock on the door stopped my hand in mid-stroke. I hurriedly shove my dick to the side and scoot further underneath the desk. If I’m careful not to stand up, my visitor will have no idea I was about to spank the monkey.

  I clear my throat, suddenly having a hard time talking. “Co…come in!” I get out, around the desire thrumming through me. Whoever it is can talk and then get the fuck out. It’s seven at night, I’m not on the clock according to my contract with the university, and I have a certain…need that damn well be taken care of soon or I’m gonna go cross-eyed.

  The door slowly swings open and in walks…

  Christine Jalili.

  I scoot closer to the desk, almost cutting off my airway, just as my dick, which had been softening at the thought of no fun in the immediate future, springs back to life. I am sporting one hell of a tent pole, my 12-inch dick practically ripping a hole through my slacks, and I am now stuck hiding it beneath this desk instead of standing to greet the cause of it as good manners would dictate.

  I give her a warm smile, hoping she’ll ignore my bad manners if I turn on the charm high enough. There’s always a chance…

  5

  Christine

  “Co…come in!” I hear his deep voice bark through the closed door. I push the door open hesitantly. I swear I can feel my damn knees knocking together. After our little…interlude yesterday, I made sure to sit at the back of the lecture hall today, trying to hide behind the overly tall dude sitting in front of me, and slipping out the door at the end of class without making eye contact. After my wine-fueled pity party last night, I only barely gathered up enough courage to even go to class today.

  And what’s that smell? It smells a bit musky.

  Like pre-cum?

  What is wrong with me? This can’t be about George. But it’s like there are some pheromones in the air and my body has just started reacting to them whether I like it or not.

  The thing is, though, this UN Consultancy Program? It’s, like, my dream come true. If I could be accepted into that, I could be fast tracked to a career in the United Nations. Anders – after nuzzling his nipple through his shirt while pretending to be knocked out, I just cannot bring myself to call him Professor Trask – has all these high profile family members and he even worked for the UN before becoming a professor here at NYU. A recommendation from him would literally change my life.

  Now I just need to gather up the courage to ask for it.

  I slip inside his office and close the door behind me. He’s sitting at his desk, covered in files with what looks like the pre-apps in them. I breathe in deep in ecstasy, carried away for a moment with that scent again. It’s a scent that’s got no real description. Just….him.

  My eyes pop open and I give him a bright smile, trying to cover up my nosegasm. He gives a warm, charming smile in return and I feel like my heart is going to have a heartgasm any second now.

  “Hey Christine,” he says warmly, “take a seat.” I sit down in the leather chair, sinking into its buttery softness, and then try to figure out what to say and how to say it.

  “Sorry about yesterday,” I begin. “I’m not sure what—”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he cut me off. “I imagine seeing that…video threw you for a loop. Are you okay?” His worried eyes search my face.

  “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. He was jackass anyway. I just…didn’t expect that, you know?” Before he can respond, I rush on. I have to get this out. “The UN program…have you had a chance to look at the applications? I mean, I know you can’t tell me how others are doing in the process but…this, this is what I’ve wanted my whole life. This is why I’m here at NYU in the Poli-Sci program. I know you used to work for the UN and I want to also, it’s my dream come true and I just need to know if you’ll recommend me for it.”

  I sputter to a stop and then shut the hell up because I really have nothing else to add. I know that whole speech made me sound desperate, but I’ll be honest – I feel desperate. This is like someone dangling an Olympic gold in front of a gymnast. This is what I want – more than anything, this is it.

  I lick my lips nervously and then cross and recross my legs as I try to find a comfortable place to sit, but it’s like trying to find a comfortable place to sit in an
electrical storm. Just being around Anders sets my whole body on fire. My eyes skim up his arms, encased in a silky, button up gray shirt, perfectly offsetting his gorgeous blue-gray eyes and his bulging muscles. What does he do – bench-press houses every morning for fun?

  I cross my legs again, feeling my thong getting wetter by the moment. He needs to speak and like, now, or I’m gonna and I’m gonna make an idiot out of myself if I do, I just know it, so he needs to save me from myse—

  “We should probably talk about this in-depth later. The criteria is moral fiber, of course, and I’d like to know why you feel you are the best qualified applicant based on that criteria. But, I’ve got some thing to do – what do you think about meeting later this evening?” He checks his watch. “It’s 7:15 now. What about 9:00, at the Dos Caminos?”

  “That’d be good!” I say a little too enthusiastically and even as I say it and am cringing from the tone, I just keep going, ‘cause I can’t fucking stop myself. “I’m meeting with some friends right now but after that would be great. We can talk and discuss things then.” I shut my mouth with a snap, forcing myself to shut the fuck up. He is just so damn fuckable, it’s hard to breathe around him, let alone think smart people thoughts.

  Uh-oh. Is he going to think we’re going on a date? I probably shouldn’t date my professor, right? I should make it clear that this isn’t a date. Just so we’re clear and professional and shit. I open up my mouth to say something – not sure how I’m going to word it, but something – when he says, “Sounds good. See you there,” and then turns back to his work. At his desk. I’m dismissed.

  I stand up on wobbly heels and yank my skirt down, hoping that the wet from my panties hasn’t leaked through to my skirt. That would be so embarrassing. Even more embarrassing than everything else I’ve gone through in the last 24 hours, and that’s really saying something at this point.

  Just to be careful, I back towards the door, making sure not to turn around and show him my ass, but he’s not paying any attention to me. He’s bent over the desk, his dark hair falling down into his face as he works, shielding his expression from me.

  I slip out of the office door and close it behind me, leaning against it with a sigh.

  “Christine,” I mutter out loud, “he doesn’t look at you that way. Get over yourself already.”

  Right. Time to go get ready for drinks with the group. A fun night, heading my way.

  Starting now.

  I push off the door and stride down the hallway out and out the front doors. Time to have some fun.

  Enough fun to forget this beautiful man.

  6

  Anders

  When the door closes behind Christine, I give up all pretense of working, pushing away from the desk and grabbing my throbbing cock through my slacks. Just being around her turned me on, but when she started crossing and uncrossing her legs, licking her fucking lips as she did it, I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

  But I can’t just palm myself through my slacks. Fuck no. If I don’t get some relief right fucking now, I’m gonna go blind, I swear to god I will. I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, throbbing and hard as fuck. I don’t know how she didn’t see it underneath the desk, practically lifting my desk in the air. Twelve inches of red, angry, throbbing cock that wants Christine Jalili and wants her now.

  My cock will have to make-do with my palm, for now anyway, but that doesn’t stop from closing my eyes and imagining her curves as I stroke my hand up and down my dick. Her cherry red lips wrapped around me as she looks up at me, begging me with her startling blue eyes to just fuck her already. Turn her around and fuck her hard, smacking her ass as I do it, showing her what a bad girl she really was…

  My hand is moving faster and faster, a blur, and I’m having a hard time breathing as I imagine wrapping my hands in her hair and fucking her doggy style, her head arched back towards me as I thrust hard and unprotected into her, showing her who the boss is…

  My cock erupts, spurting cum in long ropes everywhere, and I just keep stroking, my body jerking, the world disappearing as my vision whites out.

  Fuuuccckkkkk…

  Yessss…

  Finally, my body relaxes and I collapse back into my office chair, boneless yet not satiated.

  I won’t be, until I’ve fucked Christine senseless. Until I’ve made her cry for mercy.

  Until I’ve made her mine.

  7

  Christine

  I settle further back into the red leather couch – a trademark of Dos Caminos – my strawberry margarita in my hand. I’d asked for a margarita heavy on the tequila, and the bartender didn’t disappoint. I’m feeling good, real good.

  “So then, he’s just jogging up the stairs like I’m nothing and I can’t help myself, you guys. I turned my head and started nuzzling his chest. I mean, it was right there and he smelled so damn good, I wanted to just dive headlong in and like my way up his chest, but I couldn’t ‘cause I was supposed to be conked out, you know?”

  Natalie and Kim start laughing. “Do you think you could’ve pretended that your mouth naturally sucks and licks when you’re unconscious?” Natalie asks. “No, no, I wasn’t awake, Sexy Professor Dude – I always give blow jobs while asleep. Haven’t your other girlfriends done that?”

  Kim sighed, her eyes squeezing shut with ecstasy. “I don’t know about you guys, but being asleep while Anders Trask was fucking me? That sounds like a crime to womankind everywhere.” Her eyes pop open as she finally puts the name together. “Hold on, this is the same Trask family that made all their family with shipping and real estate, right?”

  I grin at her. “One and the same.”

  “Oh my god,” she breathes. “I knew he was hot, I knew he was fuckable, but hot damn! The Trask family? The Trask family? They’re richer than God.”

  “I know,” I admit with a happy sigh. “And this particular one has worked at the UN. How amazing is that?? I’d give my right arm to go to work at the UN, and he’s already done that! Oh, oh, I forgot to tell you guys the best part – about the UN Consultancy Program!”

  “Only you would think the UN Consultancy Program is the best part,” Kim grumbles, but Natalie elbows her in the ribs.

  “What about the program?” Natalie asks me sweetly, smiling widely. Good ol’ Natalie – a damn good listener, and always has her head screwed on straight.

  “Well, NYU is partnering with the UN to find interns to work at the UN. It’s this whole program but the only way to get into it is to be nominated by your teacher. So I’m totally at the hands of Anders on whether or not I get to join this.”

  I nibble on my lower lip for a moment. “The problem is, the main criteria is whether or not I display moral fiber. You guys, I wanna fuck Anders nine ways ’til tomorrow morning, but I can’t sleep my way into the one program where they’re emphasizing ‘moral fiber.’ The irony is just too much.” I chuckle mirthlessly and then take another swig of my margarita.

  “Oh god, but can you imagine fucking Anders Trask??” Kim squeals, completely ignoring my moral dilemma for a moment. I have to admit, I don’t mind ignoring it for a moment either, and instead close my eyes and let myself imagine.

  “As big as his hands are, I’m sure Anders’ dick is huge,” I say, a smile spreading across my face at the thought. “Wrapping my mouth around it is going to be a real feat. It’s so damn big, I could probably do pull-ups on it. I could call it my Trask Workout and do it every morning when I wake up, snuggled next to him. Can’t you just see it??”

  When I don’t get a response, my eyes pop open.

  No, Kim and Natalie are still there, except instead of imagining their own Trask Workout, their faces have gone white and they’re staring over my shoulder.

  My right shoulder.

  “He’s right there, isn’t he?” I whisper.

  They nod in tandem.

  God, let me die now. Right now. Strike me dead. Any moment now, just death.

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  .

  Fuuccckkkk…I’m still alive. And now, I’m going to have to turn and face him.

  8

  Anders

  I scan Dos Caminos with my eyes, looking for Christine. I hear a group of girls giggling in one of the booths at the far end of the room, so that’s where I head to. Christine’s voice comes at me like a breeze, and I feel my cock twitching inside my pants. Fuck, I need to get it together.

  “As big as his hands are, I’m sure Anders’ cock is huge,” I hear Christine say as I’m closing in on her booth. She’s sitting with her back to me, but two of her friends are looking straight at me, the smile on their faces dropping as they realize who I am. Yap, girls, Ander-with-the-huge-dick, that’s me. “Wrapping my mouth around it is going to be a real feat. It’s so damn big, I could probably do pull-ups on it. I could call it my Trask Workout and do it every morning when I wake up, snuggled next to him. Can’t you just see it?” Christine continues, oblivious to the fact that I’m standing right behind her. I got to give it to her: she has quite an imagination.

  This is going to be fun.

  Suddenly, she falls quiet and whispers something at her two friends. They nod, their faces pale and expressionless.

  “Hello, ladies,” I tell the three of them, turning the charm on and giving them my best smile.

  “Hello,” Christine’s two friends greet me with a faux smile, and then she finally turns around on her seat to face me.

  “Hey, professor,” she whispers, her face as red as a ripe tomato. She looks even cuter like this. “Glad you came.”

  “No, I’m the one who’s glad,” I tell her with a grin. “I got here right on time,” I say, taking a glance at my wristwatch. Her cheeks become even more flushed, and she starts twiddling her thumbs in a nervous tick. “May I?” I ask, pointing at the seat next to her.