Page 31 of Sinful Professor

“Yeah,” he rasps as he pulls me closer. “That was incredible.”

“I foresee some more role playing in our future,” I giggle.

“Absolutely,” he sighs.

“Maybe I could buy some costumes?”

He chuckles at this as I pull back and run my hand over his cheek.

“A naughty nurse?” he asks.

“Or a naughty maid,” I smile.

“What about a hot cop?”

“Okay,” I laugh. “I suppose we’ll have to do some research this weekend.”

“Sounds good to me.”

With that, he kisses me again. But it doesn’t last long as we’re interrupted by some fast knocking on his door. Then one of his students shouts out that the twenty finalists have been named in the songwriting competition.

“Just a minute!” he calls out.

With that, we get dressed in record time and he discards his condom and stashes my panties while I walk over and open his door. The three students who visited him last Friday rush in with bright smiles on their faces. One of them was selected as a finalist. Then he drops a bomb on us.

“And you were on the list, too, Dr. Rush,” he says.

Twenty-One

When John tells me the news, my jaw drops in shock. Then Sadie rushes over to hug me. I hold her close as she goes on about how proud of me she is. Tears prick my eyes at her words, and I kiss her when she pulls back.

“You should be getting an email about the requirements for the next submission,” John explains.

“Okay,” I nod. “Thanks for stopping by to tell me. In all honesty, I’d forgotten they were announcing the finalists today.”

They laugh at this. Little do they know how sexy my forgetfulness was just now. Because I am one lucky man. John asks if I’ll listen to his next song even though we’re competing against each other, and I tell him I don’t mind at all. Then they shake my hand, say goodbye to Sadie, and take their leave. No sooner are they gone, Bianca walks in. She’s dressed to kill, but still pales in comparison to my goddess who has gone rigid at my side.

“Congratulations, Brock,” she purrs. “You deserve this.”

“You know nothing about what I deserve,” I tell her. “And you need to leave my office.”

“Roll With It wants a couple more songs for my first album,” she says. “I’ve got six solid songs. But I need your help for the rest.”

“You left with at least two dozen songs,” I grit out. “You mean to tell me that you can’t make-”

“I’ve lived with them for so long that I can’t make them work.”

“Find someone else, Bianca.”

“No one else is going to be able to match your writing style,” she snaps.

“Well, if you hadn’t stolen my work, you wouldn’t have to worry about that, would you?”

“Brock,” she chokes out. “Please. This is my shot. I need this. I need you.”

My blood boils in my veins at the nerve she has to make a pass at me like that in front of Sadie. But before I can step forward, Sadie does. My beautiful goddess, my sweet Sadie, steps nose to nose with Bianca and handles her with a new kind of fire that reignites my desire for her.

“If you don’t get the fuck out of his office right now, I will blow the whistle on what you did to him and ruin you before you ever get started,” she growls. “You’ve taken enough from him; you’re not going to take anymore. You don’t deserve him.”

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