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“Okay,” I say easily, knowing that I would agree to anything that allows me to get close to him.

We stare at each other again. I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting him to show up in my live, and I wasn’t expecting him to say that he can’t stay away. I have no idea what that even means. But fuck, I’ll take it. There’s been something fascinating about Oliver since the first time I saw his faceless body on the screen. Before I knew who he was.

“So, what happens now?” I ask, sitting back down. I grab the handle of the tripod and bring it closer to the bed.

“We talk. I’m honestly not sure what’s going to happen. I’ve never been in this situation before.”

“What? Being attracted to your student?” I joke.

Oliver doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and I start to wonder if I fucked it up before it even began.

“Well, fuck, yes. That. But also, the whole talking to a man thing. I’ve always known I was bisexual, but I was with the same woman for so long, I never had the chance to try anything with a man.”

“Wow,” I breathe out. “How long ago did you break up?”

“A year ago. It wasn’t a bad breakup. We both realized we had outgrown each other. It was one of the reasons I applied for the job at BU. I wanted to start over.”

“And now?”

“Now, I want to learn more about who I am. Which is how I found your site in the first place.” He smiles shyly, looking away from the camera.

“Well, I can help with that.”

“Can you?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“How so?”

“Take off your pants.”

Chapter Eleven

Oliver

My breathing picks up, my chest rising fast. When I logged into FAN-tasy earlier, I kept telling myself that if he wasn’t logged in, I would cut my losses. But when I saw he was not only logged in, but doing a live session, my heart stopped.

The first thing I did when I came home from class today was look up the university rules. There’s nothing that states or discourages a professor and student relationship. However, I still don’t want to risk my job. Especially when I’m not sure if something is happening between us. We don’t know each other much outside of school, which is why I figured this would be the best solution.

We can talk and get to know each other on here without the risk of being seen in public. If things fizzle out, then no harm is done, but if something comes of this, then we’ll have to figure out our next steps.

“Oliver?” His voice cuts through my thoughts and I open my eyes, not realizing I had closed them in the first place.

“Hmm.”

“I said, ‘take off your pants.’ Unless you want to keep talking?”

Hearing Ronan tell me to take off my pants in his deep, confident voice forces a tremble through my body. Not answering him, I stand up and push my sweats down my legs.

“Underwear too, or just my pants?” I ask him, my voice cracking from how nervous I am.

“Just your pants. Let’s start off easy.”

Nodding my head, I step out of my sweats and plop back down onto the couch.

“I want you to watch me first. Can you do that?”

I bob my head up and down.

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