Trouble With Selfies

Scarlett Mae snapped the nudes in class. She wanted Danny Mountain to look. He flicked her phone shut with that let’s-pretend-this-didn’t-happen frown, but the photos wouldn’t leave his head. Two hours later he had her bent over his desk, panties tangled around one ankle while she rocked back on him, quick and greedy. The creak of the wood kept time with her breathy little laughs every time she squeezed down and made him forget he’d planned to talk about ethics. He gripped her waist, tried to stay quiet, gave up when she glanced over her shoulder and mouthed faster. He came deep, thumb still twitching on the selfie that started it all, and she just licked her lips like she’d known it would end exactly like this.