Donald's POV
The morning sun was throwing hard lines on the pile of ungraded papers through the blinds over my desk. I was feeling serious and my lower-back ached and kept reminding me each hour that I was in the hotel with Diana. I ought to have been thinking of academic honesty, but I could only feel her body, sweet perfume and a new musky smell.
I opened the grading portal in my computer. My finger was moving across the mouse. Diana Vance had a B-. She was actually smart but felt distracted. I switched her mark and typed an A+.
“Pay in full,” I tapped on Diana's yearly payment on the departmental portal.
I leaned back in my leather chair and crossed my hands behind. I clenched my pants once more thinking of getting Diana aroused again. My c**k really needed to be touched, and there
