Page 11 of Sinful Professor

She nods and hands it to me. After I set it aside, I turn back as she sets down her purse. It’s only then I notice that she’s wearing a trench coat. And fuck it all if my thoughts don’t take a serious nosedive as I imagine that she’s completely naked underneath it. Hoping against hope, I ask a question.

“Sadie,” I breathe. “Are you wearing a dress?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I smile so wide that it hurts. Then I close the distance between us and take her face in hands. And that’s when I notice something else.

“Where are your glasses?”

“In my purse,” she says. “They’re just blue blockers but I usually forget I have them on and end up wearing them most of the day.”

“I see,” I smile. “And I’d very much like to see you. In your dress.”

“I didn’t wear it to dinner,” she says quickly.

“Why not?”

“I…wasn’t…”

“It’s okay,” I tell her. “Whatever makes you comfortable is fine.”

She looks down and bites her lip. I tip her face back up to mine and kiss her. Softly at first, but when she opens for me, I take everything. And she gives it back. In minutes, I drop my arms and pull her body flush against mine. My cock hardens and when she feels it, she presses herself against me even more.

“Brock,” she moans into my mouth.

“Sadie,” I pant. “What do you need? Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”

She pulls back and meets my eyes. The fear reflected in them pains me. And I know in this moment that I’m going to give her whatever she needs. Indefinitely.

“I want you to…see me,” she whispers.

“Okay,” I nod. “Let me see you, Sadie.”

Very slowly, I step backward to give her space. She rocks back and forth on her feet first. Then her hands go to the tie on her coat. After a deep breath, she looks down and unties it. Then she goes about undoing the buttons. Each one she works free makes my body grow hot with anticipation. When it’s completely undone, she grips the lapels and slowly lifts her eyes back to mine.

“Brock,” she breathes.

“Whatever you need, Sadie,” I tell her. “Take it off or change into something else. No matter what, you’re here with me. That’s all that matters.”

She manages a small smile at this. So, when she finally slips the coat off her shoulders, I force myself to hold her gaze. Even as her coat puddles around her feet, I look at her face. And I smile.

“Brock?”

“Yes?”

“You’re not looking at me,” she rasps.

“I am, Sadie,” I nod. “Everything I need to see is in your eyes.”

She smiles a bit at this. Then she takes a deep breath and stands a little taller. Her eyes tell me that she’s about to challenge me. And I’ll meet it head on. All day, every day.

“I went out of my way to do this for you, Brock,” she says. “You wanted me in a dress, and here I am. See me, Brock. This is what you wanted. Don’t make me regret giving this to you.”

I give her a small smile and nod. Then, I do what she wants. I drop my eyes from hers to take her in. And the sight of her in the most flattering dress ever made causes me to lose my breath. My hand flies to my chest to still my fluttering heart. Then I drop to my knees with a pained moan.

“Fuck, Sadie,” I croak out.

My eyes travel the length of her body a dozen times before I can focus on her beautiful face again. When I do, I’m shocked to see that her eyes are filled with tears. And they reflect her fear.

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