“Stand up, Sam, and come in.” He unlocks the heavy wooden door and I follow him into the office. He locks the door behind us with a loud click of the lock. With his hands on his hips, he turns his attention to my inadequate performance in class. “Maybe next time you’ll be prepared when I call on you in class. Now, babycakes, over the desk and pull your skirt up. Where’s my damn ruler?” The behemoth desk is littered with books, papers, plants, and other scholarly mess. I lay my cheek down on what is probably someone’s printed term paper. He presses his much-taller body behind mine; his tortured, bulging erection rubs against my eager ass. He leans over me on the desk, his chest across my back, as his warm breath hisses into my ear, “Safeword?” “Roulette, Sir,” I answer softly as his fingers wrap around a wooden ruler than he’s finally located near the computer monitor. —From Poker, Book 3 (The Conclusion), releasing in a few weeks Roulette: US: amzn.to/1rlwvCz UK: amzn.to/1rLfGCF Blackjack: US: amzn.to/ZTJHsb UK: amzn.to/1tZ3rc4 sjdhunt
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