Page 53 of Bad Professor

“Right now, I switch from Baldur’s Trek to Wild World,” Dexter says. “You might not know—”

“I’ve heard of both,” I confess.

The excitement on his face is adorable. “It would make this so much more fantastic if you were a gamer, too.”

“I’m not,” I say, hating to disappoint him. “But before I was married, I did story development for games. I actually worked on Wild World for a year. It would have been one of the older versions but—”

“I’ve been playing it for more than twenty years.” Dexter’s smile is brighter than the kitchen light. “And you did that?”

“Some. Not all.”

“Still. That’s pretty incredible. And now I’m feeling a little self-conscious about you being in my class.”

“Don’t. I’ve always loved fantasy. I read a lot of romantasy these days, but when I saw your course, it sounded like a lot of fun.”

“It is. At least I think it is. Plates.” I hold out two plates and he flips the sandwiches onto them. Both are perfectly toasted with cheese oozing, but not yet hitting the pan.

“These look great.”

“I’ve perfected a few things. Ketchup or no ketchup?”

“Always ketchup.”

“And you keep getting more and more perfect.” He follows me to the table. “You look incredible in my shirt, by the way.”

“You look pretty good out of it,” I tell him shyly.

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She really does.

Tilly’s legs are short but perfect, the shirt reaching mid-thigh, but giving a glimpse of her ass as she walks.

Such a nice ass—round as a peach, soft. I love the feel of it in my hands.

And… I’m hard again.

I take the chair next to Tilly, pulling it closer. She glances at me with a hesitant giggle, like she can’t quite believe that I’m here.

Neither can I.

Dating is tough, especially since I passed the thirty-year-old mark, and keeping the available options to my classroom is a bad idea. Not that I did that on purpose; I never once set out to seduce a student, and I still resent the idea that I was the instigator.

I wasn’t. But I didn’t stop things until it was too late.

This is what I’ve always been looking for—comfortable intimacy with a woman. Adding in the fact that sex has been incredible so far is a definite plus, but this is more important—this closeness I feel with Tilly.

I like this. I like it a lot.

“You can talk about your ex-husband if you want,” I offer as I wait for Tilly to finish with the ketchup. “I want to find out everything about you, and he seems like he plays a pretty big part.”

I want to find out everything? Did I really say that? But it’s true with Tilly… I do want to know everything about her.

Tilly sighs as she passes the bottle to me. “I guess it defines me. My identity has always been that of a mother or a wife, but here with you, I don’t feel like that. I just feel like me. Tilly. A woman.”

“I like feeling Tilly, the woman.”

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