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“Intense training, completely appropriate,” I say, stepping closer to him.

He grabs me by the waist, lifting me as he kicks the door shut behind us with his free hand. My back meets the wood, and his hands slide beneath my thighs, holding me hard against the door.

My thumb brushes over his lower lip, and I lose myself in his eyes for a second.

Deep blue eyes, filled with affection and desire, only focused on me.

“You’re very distracting when you look at me like that,” I tell him as I press my forehead against his,

I feel him smile against my fingers and he presses a kiss underneath them.

“Maybe I’m not distracting you enough…”

He pulls me closer, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. I hear him flick the lock, and a soft chuckle escapes my lips.

It’s just us. No interruption, no one walking in. Just him and I, and a lot of need.

“That’s better. Now I have your attention,” he whispers as his lips move from my fingers to my neck. A long path of wet kisses moves slowly down my throat and I hear him suck in a rapid breath.

In a second, my skirt is up around my waist, and his hands tighten around my thighs, almost impatient now, drawing me closer and closer, until both our bodies merge.

He kisses my lips. Once. Twice. Multiple times until I hear the sound of my underwear ripping.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says, sounding breathless, “Can you be quiet for me?”

I’m completely exposed now, and his eyes never leave mine as he lowers the zipper of his pants. His hardness teases my core as he presses against me and my breath catches.

“I might start questioning your teaching methods—fuck… Damien,” his name falls from my lips like a silent prayer.

Then he pushes deep into me, painfully slow. Inch by inch, so leisurely I can feel every contour and every pulse as he buries himself fully inside.

I throw my head back and bite down the loud gasp that begs to be heard.

“Shhh, just a little more, baby,” Damien whispers against my lips, rewarding me with another soft kiss and my back arch in response.

His fingers dig into my skin as he continues moving into me relentlessly.

The classroom disappears beneath the sound of our uneven breathing and the desperate sounds of our bodies melting against each other.

My leg slips from his hip when my entire body tightens, as the door handle starts to move behind us.

“Hello…” I hear them say and my heart flutters. I instantly recognize the voice. Ethan.

“Fuck,” I whisper and Damien covers my mouth with his hand.

“Mr Caldwell, I wanted to speak to you about something…” he says and Damien grunts out a response.

“Yeah, give me a few minutes, I’m coming…” he replies, his voice low tense as he continues to push into me.

I have to bite my lip to keep me from laughing out loud at his reply. But it quickly turns into a needy whimper as his hand comes up to keep me quiet.

He looks at me, eyes sparkling with amusement and then looks back at the door.

“Look, I haven't got time to wait, I need to go back and study,” Ethan says impatiently.

“Bennett,” he says in his usual cold voice. “I said..” thrust, “I'm coming…” another thrust.

My laugh disappears immediately and so does his. He collapses against me, forehead pressed to mine, his hand still covering my mouth.