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The shrill tone of Chris' cell phone on the desk caught them by surprise, and both acted like a pair of teenagers who had just got caught red handed. "Leave it," Stephanie told him in a hungry voice, wanting more of Chris than what she just experienced, pressing a hand to his chest and feeling his heart race under the clothing and skin. He didn't want to leave her; he didn't want to move that small, delicate hand that was pressed against his upper body. Sighing Chris moved over to the desk, glancing over his shoulder briefly to give Stephanie an apologetic look.
He slumped into his chair by the desk and listened to the voice on the other side of the phone. Steph regained her composure and sat back in the chair that she once occupied only minutes ago, watching various emotions play over Chris' face.
"Yeah, I understand." There was a silent moment as Chris shot a look at the beauty sitting before him, mouthing the word 'sorry' to her. "I'll see if I can make it. Thanks, you too. Bye." He disconnected the call and stared at the offending gadget for a moment before setting it back down on his desk.
"Work colleague?" Stephanie asked; a small smile etched on her lips. Chris shook his head and laughed.
"No, no. My friend's fiancé wants me to go to some BBQ she's having during the weekend." Stephanie raised an eyebrow at Chris' answer. His formality over the phone was sexy, she couldn't deny that, and it made her smile that he was the same guy inside and outside of college.
The sound of high heels on concrete floor made its way to Chris' ears, and before he had the chance to look up, Stephanie had positioned herself on his lap. He saw this young woman changing before his eyes every second. From someone who was so shy to tell him that she was day dreaming about him, to this delicious vixen suddenly straddling his waist, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He watched that pink tongue dart out and lick her bottom lip as she undone a few buttons with triumph, slipping her right hand down his chest, feeling his pectoral muscles twitching underneath her skilled hand and fingers.
"We... can't do it... here, not now..." He managed to say while Stephanie toyed with a nipple, occasionally running her nail across the hard, peaked skin. "Stephanie." Chris' tone of voice warned her not to go any further but she wanted to feel him. All of him. She wriggled in his lap, brushing against the front of his jeans which elicited a moan from the English teacher. His eyes glanced at the clock, seeing that they had less than ten minutes before class, and he warned her again.
"Where and when?" Stephanie asked after abruptly pulling away from Chris, standing up and sorting out her skirt. "Cell phones." Chris looked at her with a puzzled expression. "You know, we can trade cell phone numbers. It's more discreet than you calling me up to your desk after class all the time." She smiled at Chris.
"I love your devious mind, Miss McMahon," he said in a low voice, right next to Stephanie's ear as she bent over the desk to write her cell phone number on a piece of paper, sending shivers down her spine. After she finished scribbling on the paper she ran her hand slowly over the desk and then down to his thigh. Chris' breath hitched, his body reacting in a way he didn't want it to due to teaching the class, her class, in five minutes. Her hand moved to his crotch, feeling his manhood under her palm and smiled.
"And I would love to help you with that not-so-little problem you have there, but class is about to start." With that she brushed her lips across his and left the classroom, leaving Chris with a problem of how to conceal the bulge in the front of his jeans.