Chapter 2

Elena’s heart nearly exploded in her chest as the heavy footsteps grew louder and closer in the silent hallway outside.

She grabbed Marcus by his shirt with both hands and shoved him roughly behind the door, pressing her own trembling body hard against the wood to hide him. The cool surface felt sharp against her flushed skin.

“Shit, stay completely quiet. Not a single sound,” she hissed, her pulse racing wildly like a drum in her ears.

A sharp knock echoed through the office, cutting through the tension like a knife.

“Elena? You still in there? Why’s the light still on so late?” her colleague Dr. Hayes called out, his voice muffled but curious.

Elena forced her voice to stay steady even though her legs were shaking badly. “Just finishing some grading, Tom. Heading out soon, don’t worry about me.”

Marcus stood pressed right behind her, his hard, muscular body molded against her back. His hot breath tickled the sensitive skin of her neck, sending shivers racing down her spine and making her nipples harden instantly into tight peaks.

She felt his strong hands slide boldly around her waist, gripping firmly before pulling her ass back against his throbbing, rock-hard cock. The thick heat of him burned through their clothes. Elena’s mind screamed that this was completely insane and career-ending, but her body melted into him with shameless need.

“Fuck, you’re so warm and soft,” Marcus whispered hotly against her ear, his lips brushing the shell as his hands roamed higher, squeezing her full breasts.

Dr. Hayes chuckled casually on the other side of the door. “Alright, don’t work too hard. See you tomorrow, Elena.”

The footsteps finally faded away down the hallway, leaving only silence and the pounding of her heart. Elena let out a long, shaky breath of relief, inhaling the faint scent of Marcus’s cologne mixed with pure masculine arousal. But before she could turn, he spun her around roughly and crushed his mouth to hers.

The kiss was hungry, desperate, and consuming. His lips were firm and demanding, tasting faintly of mint and raw need. Elena moaned deeply into his mouth as his tongue pushed past her lips, stroking hers with urgent hunger.

“God damn, I’ve wanted this so fucking bad,” he growled between deep, wet kisses, his hands squeezing her ass possessively, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Elena’s head spun with overwhelming sensations. The scent of his skin, the heat radiating from his body, and the hard press of his cock against her stomach made her dizzy. She knew this could destroy her career and reputation forever. But the throbbing ache between her legs won completely.

She kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers tangling tightly in his thick hair, pulling him closer. “You’re trouble, Marcus Alex. Big fucking trouble and I shouldn’t want you this much.”

Marcus lifted her onto the desk in one smooth, powerful motion. Papers and books scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His mouth attacked her neck hungrily, sucking and biting the sensitive skin while his hands shoved her tight pencil skirt up her thighs, exposing more of her smooth skin.

“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this tight, sexy body,” he said, his voice rough and thick with lust, breath hot against her throat.

Elena arched her back into him, feeling her pussy soaking completely through her lace panties. The cool air of the office kissed her heated skin. The guilt crashed over her like a wave, but the burning desire overpowered everything and burned even hotter.

“Touch me already,” she demanded breathlessly, surprising herself with how needy and desperate her voice sounded.

Marcus grinned wickedly against her skin and slid one large hand between her legs, rubbing her soaked cunt firmly through the thin, drenched fabric. The pressure made wet, obscene sounds. “So fucking wet for me already. Such a good girl, Professor Brown.”

She gasped sharply as he pushed her panties roughly aside and sank two thick fingers deep inside her without warning. The delicious stretch and fullness felt incredible. Elena’s hips bucked wildly against his hand, chasing every bit of pleasure while her juices coated his fingers.

“Marcus… shit, that feels too damn good,” she moaned loudly, her inner walls clenching tightly around his invading fingers, the wet squelching sounds filling the office.

He pumped them faster and deeper, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot while his thumb circled her swollen clit with firm, slick pressure. “I knew you’d be this tight and hot inside. Fuck, Professor Brown, you’re dripping all down my hand like you’ve been waiting for me all night.”

Elena’s mind was a chaotic storm of intense lust and growing panic. The scent of her own arousal mixed with his filled the air. She was risking absolutely everything, but she couldn’t stop. Not when he touched her like this, like he already owned every inch of her body.

She reached down between them and palmed his massive bulge, stroking the thick length firmly through his jeans, feeling it twitch under her touch. “I want it. I want your cock inside me right now.”

Marcus groaned loudly in pleasure, the sound vibrating against her neck. He quickly pulled his fingers out, making her whimper pathetically at the sudden empty ache. He unzipped his jeans fast and freed his thick, hard dick, stroking the heavy shaft slowly right in front of her. The tip glistened with precum.

“You sure about this?” he asked, his eyes dark and burning with raw, uncontrollable need. “Once I start, I’m not gonna be gentle at all.”

Elena nodded quickly, her body on fire and her pussy throbbing with empty need. She turned around, bent over the desk, and hiked her skirt up even higher. She pulled her soaked panties to the side with shaking fingers, exposing her dripping wet folds to the cool air.

“Fuck me, Marcus. Just do it already,” she begged, her voice breaking with pure desperation, ass pushed back invitingly.

Marcus stepped right behind her, rubbing the fat, swollen head of his cock up and down her slippery, dripping folds teasingly. The silky heat and wetness made obscene sounds. He felt enormous and rock-hard. The pressure against her aching entrance made her tremble with overwhelming anticipation.

“Tell me exactly how bad you want it,” he said, teasing her swollen clit with his tip in slow, torturous circles.

“I need it so fucking bad,” Elena moaned, pushing her ass back against him eagerly, her juices coating his cock. “Stop teasing me, damn it. Give it to me now.”

Marcus gripped her hips tightly with both strong hands and pressed forward, his thick cock stretching her open slowly, the burning stretch intense and perfect. Just as the fat head slipped inside her soaked, hungry pussy, her phone suddenly started ringing loudly on the desk nearby, vibrating against the wood.

The screen lit up brightly with the Dean’s name.