She jumped from the desk and started to shimmy back into her underwear and jeans.

He tried to help her, but she slapped his hands away. He was offended for a second, but he quickly realized that she was right. If he got his hands near her again, he’d be pulling her clothes back off, not caring if they got caught.

He forced himself to take a few steps back. He snatched his jacket from the chair and pushed his arms into it with maybe a little more force than was necessary. He slung his satchel back over his head and positioned the bag in front of his prominent erection, unsure what else to do with himself.

She buttoned her jeans and then, equally unsure, said, “Maybe you should leave?” It was a question, but it wasn’t.

He wanted to tell her that he didn’t want to do that, but the sound of an office door opening and closing followed by the trashcan’s wheels rolling again filled the silence between them. It wasn’t a question, but it was the right thing to do. If he hung around any longer — if they waited until the janitor came and went — soon enough, they’d be right back where they’d just been; his fingers or his tongue or his dick — wallet condom willing — inside of her. And the next time, she might not be able to stay so quiet; he’d see to that.

He nodded sadly at her, a fear settling in the pit of his stomach that, if he left, this would be all there was. And as it happened, they’d passed the point of no return. Now that he’d literally had a taste of her, it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until he had her completely.

Alejandro moved quickly, grabbing Deja behind the neck, and pulled her mouth to his. He tried to sear this kiss onto his brain and hers; the pressure of her full lips, the way she tasted, her mouth, and her sex, and the way her smell clung to him.

She whimpered into his mouth and bit at his lips. She was driving him crazy, and it took all his will to let her go and force himself away. He turned toward the door and threw a lingering look over his shoulder before he left. On the way to his office, he silently promised himself that this wasn’t the end, just the beginning. He didn’t believe that anything was inevitable, but kissing Deja again was.

It had to be.

Six

Friday

Deja tried to focus on the student sitting on the other side of her desk, but she couldn’t; she’d never wanted to not be in her office more than at this moment.