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What she remembered most about Jack was his total inability to speak with anything but biting honesty.  So the elusive mental game he’d been playing with her at the event had left her feeling on edge long after the day had ended.  Looking at him at the top of the auditorium now, she was still on edge.  She was also pretty sure she’d scratched ten nail shaped claw marks into the cheap wood under her desk.

Without taking her eyes off him, Lila uncrossed her legs and jumped down from the desk.

“Class will you excuse me?”  She didn’t wait for an answer, eyes still riveted to his as she climbed the steps to the door.

As she and Jack grew closer, she could faintly hear the knowing mummers and giggles of her students before she pushed him out into the hallway.  The door slammed closed behind her.

In the hallway, she looked up at him, immediately recognizing the expression on his face.  The old Jack Almeida was finally back, the one he’d done a stand-up job of tucking away the day before, and he was on the verge of saying exactly what was on his mind.

If Lila knew Jack, she knew it would be something that had the potential to steal her calm and her control.  So she pulled him across the hall, to the door of her small office. The keys in her hand shook as she unlocked the door and pushed it open. She didn’t have much more than a desk, computer and bookshelf.  The walls and carpet were dark crimson, perfectly matching the deep darkness she felt every time she looked at him.

Jack swept into the office.  He didn’t say a word, but he was speaking to her.  When he turned to her, stormy eyes claiming hers, she could hear him loud and clear.

She stepped in after him, closing and locking the door behind her.  The moment she locked it, she wondered why.  She turned just as he began making his way toward her, prompting her to move backward in response, and the answer became clear.

“Jack, what the hell are you doing here?” Lila’s face could only register the shock she felt in her heart as he continued to move in on her slowly. When her back hit the door behind her, it shook her out of her reverie.

He moved in, so close she could see the jagged shards in his eyes where the brown turned to black. She braced herself for his biting words, his venomous tone, and the anger that had spent an entire year flourishing inside him. His warm breath hit her lips, and hers touched his as well.

“Jack?”

Leaning down, he covered her lips with his passionately, violently, pulling her body firmly forward until it was flush with his own.

Lila froze. She had half a mind to pull away, but she felt immobilized by the familiar feel of him.  She gasped when he ripped her white button down clear open and lifted her off her feet.  All common sense left her body as she wrapped her legs around his waist, open and ready for him.  Ready for something she hadn’t even realized she’d been missing.

Their lips battled as he carried her to the desk and sat her down.  Her legs spread for him before she could think another thought.  Even after all this time, her body was instantly ready for him. The skin of her inner thigh burned as he reached under her skirt and ripped her lace panties off.

The faint sound of his zipper coming down sent her into overdrive, and her lips left his, finding a new home in the crook of his neck.  He moaned in response.  She helped him push his slacks halfway down his legs before cradling her knees at his waist, gasping when the head of his heat brushed her slick entrance.

“Yes,” Lila whispered, continuing her wet, languid assault on his neck.  Her hand came to the back of his head, and she pulled him closer, feeling like she could swallow him whole.  She’d never been more desperate or hungry to have a man inside her.  “Please fuck me, Jack.”

“I missed this so bad…” Jack groaned as he pushed past the tight walls of her entrance, taken completely off guard at the pleasure that gripped every bone in his body.  “You’re so warm, baby, god I missed you so fucking bad.”

Lila collapsed against the desk and threw her head back as he sank inside her.  The eager cries on her lips grew more pronounced the deeper he went, until he’d filled her completely.

Jack began a deliberate, slow rock of his hips.

Lila was overcome, throwing her head back further. Her spine arched as pleasure overtook her, feeling Jack slide his hands over the dips and curves her body created.

He tapped at the dip in her neck as he pumped her, before slowly moving down and tugging impatiently at the cups of her black lace bra.  Her breasts spilled out just enough to expose her dark, pebbled nipples, and he cupped them instantly, teasing the buds between his fingers.  She felt the hardened nubs grow warm, screaming when he covered one with his lips and tongue, making amends for the rough treatment.  He licked a languid trail across her chest to the other nipple and gave it the same attention.  She cried out as he tortured her with his mouth while picking up the pace of his hips, hitting all the right spots, like they were built just for him.

“Jack, ugh…” She cried out her release, tears brimming on the edge of her eyes as her body spasmed.

Jack watched as she came, a passionate scowl creasing his handsome face.  He waited until every last shudder left her before pulling away, grabbing her waist and flipping her over.  His trembling fingers traced the delicate line of her back from her ass to her hair, which had grown moist with sweat. He buried his nose in it, smelling that same shampoo she always wore.  His dick jumped in response.

Lila braced her elbows against the desk and clawed her nails into the cheery oak as she spread her legs, looking over her shoulder.  Their eyes met just as he entered her from behind.

Jack’s eyes rolled back.  He sank slowly into her warmth and fell helplessly forward, cradling himself on either side of her as he began a slow pound.

Lila screamed at the beautiful sensation.   She was already on the verge for the second time.

Jack watched her ass bounce as she took every stroke with ease. He lost all control, laying on her back and grinding into her blindly.  Burying his face in her hair again, he groaned, sliding his hands up to hers and entwining their fingers, thrusting desperately.  His fingers clasped hers tightly as his orgasm built. When she clutched him in return, he came, screaming his release into the soft ringlets of her hair, sweat dripping down his nose and dampening the strands as he pulsated inside her.

“Lila…” he gasped.  His abs continued to contract long after his release, and he thrust into her unconsciously, one last time, his body powerless and overcome.

Lila’s breasts heaved against the desk. She swallowed the moisture that had pooled in her mouth.  She still yearned for him, an appetite that seemed almost insatiable, even with him still inside her.  Her slick walls swelled for him as he finished, still hungry for more.  She allowed her eyes to flutter closed, enjoying the sound of their gasps jumping off the walls in the room and the feel of him on top of her, stomach pressed against her back.

Jack was in no hurry to move.  He was petrified.  It hadn’t been his plan to take her like this.  Not at all.  He hadn’t been able to control himself when he’d come face to face with her again. It was as if the last year had immediately fallen away.  As if he’d just seen her yesterday, and all he could comprehend was that he had to have her.  It was the only thing that existed.

Not the hurt, not the anger, not the resentment.  Just Lila.

As if her mind was running the same course, Lila tried to stand up, unable to get far due to the weight of him.  His fingers remained tangled in hers. He released them with great reluctance when he felt her trying to stand tall.

“I have to--” She turned her head to speak to him and moaned when his lips covered hers in a passionate kiss.  His fingers stroked the skin of her cheek as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his dick growing hard inside of her once again.  Lila whimpered and pulled away, but he kept his hand on her cheek, eyes searching hers.

“I have to get back to my class…” she whispered, her eyes falling to his swollen lips.  “My students.”

He placed another languid kiss on her lips, and a few more followed, short and sweet. Finally, Jack stood tall and pulled out.  They began to straighten up.  They hadn’t even bothered taking off most of their clothes, so dressing was quick.

Lila watched him pull his briefs and pants back up, unable to hide a coy smile as she tucked her shirt into her pencil skirt.  Her smile quickly fell when she went to fasten her top and found all of the buttons had been ripped away.  Fingers playing against the white thread that hung down where each button used to be, she eventually gave up and let it hang open.   She couldn’t go back to class looking like this.

Jack held her gaze as he fastened his pants.  Once they were on, he stepped towards her and took her arms.  His fingers curled around the fabric of her ruined shirt before he slowly peeled it off her.   It fell into a heap on the floor. He took his time appreciating her lace bra and full breasts as he began unbuttoning his shirt.  He pulled it off, leaving him in just a thin white undershirt.

Lila couldn’t help grinning coyly up at him as he fanned his button down across her shoulders.  It cloaked her like a massive tent of fabric, and she could only shake her head as she slipped her arms inside of it.

Jack’s eyes never left hers.  He buttoned each button, a grin touching his lips when he finished.  It was about five sizes too big for her, but it would have to do.

Lila tucked the shirt in with a shake of her head.  “Are you going to say something?” she asked.  When he only stared in response, she placed her hand on his chest, feeling his still thundering heart as she turned away from him.  She opened the door to the office and stepped out without looking back.

--

An hour later, her class was dismissed, and Lila was behind the desk gathering up her things in trembling hands.  She could only hope
something
she’d said or done in class that day made sense to her students, because her mind had been in a completely different world.  If she thought seeing Jack the other day had been messing with her senses, it was only because she’d forgotten how beautiful it felt to have him inside her.

Not a minute of her class had gone by without her flashing back to him pounding her on her desk, rendering her unable to speak for several long seconds during her lecture.  She was pretty sure most of her new students believed she was dyslexic.

“Thanks, Professor James.”

“Great class, Professor James.”

Lila smiled and waved at the students who spoke to her on the way out.  Perhaps she hadn’t done too badly after all.  Hadn’t she told them to call her Lila?  These students were way too polite.

“Nice shirt, Professor James!”

Lila’s eyes rolled to the top of her head.  Apparently not
all
polite.  She looked down at Jack’s shirt, which was so obviously
not
hers. She’d tried to put her blazer on to hide it, but the sleeves of Jack’s shirt were so large and bunchy that she’d been unable to get it all the way up her arms.

As the class emptied out, she was thankful that she’d made plans to meet Chelsea for an engagement party that night and had put a cuter top in the backseat of her car that morning.

As if waiting for her cue in Lila’s wild mind, Chelsea came waltzing into the empty classroom dressed for the party.  The black, knee length cocktail dress fit her full body like a dream and made the smatterings of emerald green jewelry dotting her body jump out beautifully.

“Hey skinny bitch,” she sang, descending the stairs until she was at Lila’s desk.  “How’d your very first human sexuality course go?”

“Well,” Lila started, slinging her tote bag over her shoulder and linking her arm with Chelsea’s.  They began the long climb to the top of the auditorium. “I’m pretty sure half these students only registered for this course because they thought they could get an easy A, and get their rocks off at the same time. The original professor had a 100% approval rate from his students last semester.”

“Ugh.”  Chelsea was disgusted.  “You know what that means.”

“He was a pushover who never gave homework, and on the rare occasions he did, there’s no way he gave a shit about the content of the work.  He just gave everyone an A so he could move on with his life.”

“Sounds about right.  No professor worth his salt has ever received a 100% approval rating from these heathens.  What a joke.”

Lila had to laugh.  “These poor students did not sign up for Lila James.  They just don’t know it, yet. I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces when they realize there’s going to be actual work involved here.”

“Even if you do drown them in homework, they’re still going to get their rocks off.   I mean, look at you, you little sex pot--
whoop
!”

Lila jumped when Chelsea’s hand came flying into her ass, fighting a smile as she looked at her with wide eyes. One conversation with Chelsea and the casual observer would never guess she was a tenured professor at Harvard.  Lila longed to be as successful as her friend while still maintaining such a carefree spirit.  Even now, Lila always struggled with taking life a bit too seriously.  She longed to let loose but had no idea how.  For that reason, most of the friends Lila surrounded herself with were exactly like Chelsea.  Loud, uninhibited, and fun. Everything she’d always longed to be.

“That has got to be the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen,” Chelsea observed.  “Is this what you’re wearing to the engagement party? Is this a
men’s
shirt?”  Chelsea was all over the place as her eyes traveled Lila’s body.  With her mouth open in shock, she took hold of the white button down that was falling off Lila’s shoulder.  Her eyes rose to her friend accusingly.  “This is
not
what you had on this morning.”

Lila gave Chelsea a look.

Chelsea’s shocked expression gave way to a devious smile.  “Did you get some booty?  You
did
.  I can see it all over you.  Whose?  Was it that Greek God from the other day? Oh, please, please tell me it was the Greek God.”