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“So tell me, little monster, why are you here? Don’t tell me you made the trip just to steal my strawberries.” My voice lowers. “Unless you had another thing in mind to wrap those lips around?” Carson shoots me a glare, pushing the bowl with only three strawberries left across the counter as he stands up, sliding between me and the stool. He wants to tower over me. And I let him. Because I love how the lines in his face harden, and I want to see what the little menace is up to. “Speaking of lips, how many other students have wrapped theirs around your cock, Professor?” “How many do you think?” His hand shoots to my neck before I can stop it, and he squeezes the flesh. It’s strong enough that my breathing is cut off, but I allow him to choke me. Who would’ve known his psychotic side was this adorable? And a turn-on. Because my cock is lengthening by the second. But then again, I happen to be in this state whenever he’s around. This is turning into a serious problem. “You seem to think I