Page 10 of My Downfall

Marcus: That’s just wrong

Chapter Seven

Hudson

It’s been two days since I spoke with Grayson, and I made the mistake of sitting with Mia at lunch, and another whole day since I had her alone in the classroom. For now, I’ve not done anything about my feelings and I’ve not given into the temptation, but I’m not sure how much longer I can resist.

I’m burying it in the hope it will go away. Just like the memory of her and those damn cherries — fuck, that was hot. I’ve spent the last two nights wondering what she could do with her tongue on my cock.

I taught for years before I became Dean and not once in all that time did I ever find a student attractive. Not once was I ever tempted.

This is a midlife crisis. That’s all it is.

Itcan’tbe anything more.

It’s Saturday morning and I’m cruising down the coastal road on my bike.

My custom Harley Davidson Street Glide is my guilty pleasure, and so’s the leather jacket I throw on every time I ride. It’s so soft it molds to my body like a second skin.

When I get out on the road like this, I’m finally able to shed the responsibilities that weigh down my life. The responsibilities of my job and that of my family; of the name I belong to.

When I’m out here, I’m just Hudson.

Today, I’m out trying to rid myself of the temptation of one black-haired brat. A brat who haunts my work, my dreams, and every damn thought that enters my mind.

A woman running up ahead catches my attention. I’m out early, and don’t usually see many pedestrians at this time. From the back you could almost mistake her for the student I’m trying to forget about. Maybe that’s just what I need. To get someone else under me, to distract myself with another warm body.

Her hair is braided in a long plait down her back, and her slim figure is encased in Lycra. My body is definitely onboard with getting her in bed.

I power past, stopping about two-hundred meters ahead and wait for her to catch up, ready to try my luck with a complete stranger. Maybe I should download that app Mia was on the other night…

I freeze as I pull my helmet off. She’s five meters away from me and I’ve finally got a glimpse of her face.

Mia Whitlock. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

“Are you following me?” She comes to a stop in front of me, her chest heaving with every breath she takes. My eyes find the swell of her cleavage, trembling with every harsh exhale.

“I didn’t realize it was you.”

“You just stop for random women?” Her eyebrows raise as she questions me.

“Something like that,” I mutter. “You’re a long way from home.”Has she run all this way? At this time of the morning?

“I like running.” She shrugs. “It’s a good stress reliever.”

I can think of another way I’d like to relieve stress. Especially with her.

“You ever been on a bike?”What am I doing?

She smirks at me. “Can’t say I have. You offering?”

I reach behind me and get the spare helmet out of the box. “Yeah, I am.”Bad idea. Really fucking bad idea.

“You sure you want my sweaty body pressed up against you?”

You have no idea.

I take her in from her shoes to the top of her head.Stunning.