When it was over, she collapsed backward in her chair, releasing him and relaxing her legs. Her breath came in halted gasps that shook her entire body. She stared at the white expanse of the office ceiling before she could bring herself to look him in the eye. The reality of being on her college campus, in her office, and with people walking the hallways, was exhilarating. Only when John’s lips left her and he cleared his throat, did she feel it polite to look down. When she did, her breath hitched in her throat. John removed his fingers and sat back on his heels. With his eyes locked on hers, he grinned and licked his fingers. He finally stood, pulled her underwear from his back pocket and wiped his face before making his way back to the guest chair that sat before her desk.

With her mind dazed and her body still radiating with pleasure, Victoria watched him as he wiped his hands on her lacy black panties and stuff them in the pocket of his coat. “Dr. Reese,” he said, giving her a perfunctory nod. His gesture was almost funny. If her legs weren’t still shaking and her breath still shallow, she would have laughed. Victoria took it as a signal to straighten up in her chair and pull her skirt down. Apparently, she was not going to get her underwear back.

As she swiveled to face him, she willed her knees to stop jiggling. “Mr. Donovan.” She was again left speechless. There was nothing witty to retort after what he did for her.

“I hope that was to your liking,” John said. His mouth curved at the corners as his gaze swept over her body.

“Yes,” she said. Of course it was. She still felt the sensation of his scruffy cheeks against the insides of her thighs. Victoria was certain she’d feel his beard tickle her for the rest of the day. “Thank you for that.”

“I’m sorry I got here so quickly,” he said, glancing at his wristwatch. “I was trying for punctuality this time.”

“No apologies necessary.”

His gaze locked on her. “I couldn’t help myself. Just knowing you were waiting on me was enough to put the pedal to the metal.”

Victoria grinned at the phrase. “No need to speed on my behalf.”

“If you could see yourself right now, you’d say otherwise,” he said as his eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Thank you.” Her voice was shakier than she would have liked. Her eyes left his face and widened when they fell to his astride legs. The bulge straining against the flat front of his trousers stood proudly, distracting her from forming her next sentence. “Your um...”

John followed her eyeline and glanced down at himself. “Completely natural,” he said with a chuckle. “He’ll go away...eventually.”