Page 10 of Sinful Professor

“Well, it’s been one hour, and you’ve already succeeded,” she mumbles.

I frown at this and sigh.

“I’m sorry no one has ever treated you properly,” I say gently. “But that ends now. With me.”

She gives me a sad smile and nods. Then I tell her that no one can see the result of her orgasm because my shirt is just long enough to cover her ass. In the next minute, her hand is in mine as we head out of the building. I follow her direction to her car and wait for her to unlock it before asking for her phone number. Once I have it, I send her a quick text so she can save mine. Then I pull her against me for a soft kiss.

“Can I make a request?” I ask her.

“Of course.”

“Will you wear a dress tonight?”

“Oh, Brock, I don’t know,” she sighs.

“Why not?”

Her brow furrows, and I can see that she’s struggling to explain. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s because of an ex-lover. Whatever the case, I want her to get over it. And I plan on helping her.

“Forget I asked,” I tell her. “If you think you can, wear a dress for me tonight. If not, then bring a dress to put on just for me when you get to my place, okay?”

“But why?”

“You’re a goddess, sweet Sadie,” I smile. “I want you to be proud of how you look.”

Again, with the shy smile and nod. But I don’t press her any further. Instead, I leave her with another kiss and a promise to send her my address when I get home. Then she’s on her way. And I’m counting the minutes until I see her again.

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My entire body is humming like a live wire as I drive myself home. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect things to move in this direction with Brock. Especially so quickly. With Max, it was three weeks before we did more than kiss. A whole month before we had sex. And for five years, I thought I was happy.

God, what an idiot I was.

As I think back on that relationship compared to my short interactions with Brock, I realize what Max really was: a narcissist. The only time he wanted me to look good was when we were in the bedroom. Which is why my lingerie collection is so large. But when we went out? Nope. I dressed conservatively. And I believed him when he said it was because he didn’t want other men hitting on me. Yet I stood by him in silence when women did the same to him. Of course, that always led to much better sex.

“Damn him,” I say to myself.

I’m minutes away from my apartment when I make a bold decision. Changing directions, I head to the gallery to do some shopping. If Brock wants to see me in a dress, then it’s going to be something new and bold, at least for me. And since I’m pretty sure sex is a foregone conclusion, I’m going to get some new lingerie, too. After everything he’s said and how wonderful he’s made me feel today, I’m not putting on something sexy for him that was bought by another man.

If Dr. Brock Rush wants me to be his goddess, then that’s what I’m going to be.

Eight

When I get home, I get some cleaning done. While I’m not too much of a slob, I do tend to leave things lying about longer than they should. And since Sadie is coming over, I don’t want her distracted by anything other than me.

My cock, as usual, thickens at the thought of her.

And then a melody starts to take shape in my mind. I abandon my cleaning and head for my piano. Just over an hour passes and I’ve got a third song about Sadie. As satisfied as I am about my progress, I curse the fact that I still need to finish cleaning up and eat some dinner. Because if she’s ready, I want to give her all the pleasure she deserves and then some.

I finish cleaning and manage a decent meal of leftovers. When seven o’clock comes and goes, I start to get nervous. At seven thirty, my phone is in my hand as I contemplate whether to call or text her. But what should I say? I don’t want to ask if she’s changed her mind, because I hope to God she hasn’t. I could ask her if everything’s okay, but if she’s still with her parents, I don’t want her answering questions about me that she’s not ready for. Lord knows I am, but she obviously needs some convincing about being mine.

My thumb is hovering over her name when I hear a soft knock on my door. I think. Very slowly, I walk in that direction. As eager as I am to have her here, I don’t want to appear desperate. So, I take a deep breath and look through the peephole.

It’s her. My sweet Sadie.

As I unlock things, I take a deep breath to calm myself. When I pull open the door, she lifts her focus from the floor to me as she clutches an overnight bag in front of her. I let my smile speak for itself as I gesture for her to come inside. She gives me a small one in return and steps just far enough in so I can shut my door.

“Let me take your bag,” I say.

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