Page 32 of Sinful Professor

Bianca’s eyes narrow. And I know whatever she’s going to say is going to cut deep.

“Do you really think you earned his love in just a couple of weeks?” she taunts. “How do you know he’s not still writing for me?”

“Bianca,” I snap.

“No, Brock,” Sadie smiles as she holds up her hand. “She needs to know the truth.”

“And what truth is that?” Bianca smirks as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“Tell me something,” Sadie grins. “How did Brock write songs when he was with you?”

Bianca smiles wide at this. But she has no idea what’s going to get lobbed back at her.

“I just needed to be in the room, and he was inspired,” she says proudly.

“Hm,” Sadie says. “That’s cute.”

“Cute?” Bianca scoffs. “That’s the stuff of fantasies.”

“Oh, bless your heart,” Sadie sighs.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, you see, when Brock writes for me, he makes our fantasies realities,” she almost moans. “Which usually means that I’m naked and he’s making me come. With whatever part of his body he chooses. That…is how he writes songs now.”

Bianca’s jaw drops at this. But Sadie isn’t finished.

“So, I’ll be damned if he’s ever going to write songs with someone else…because Brock…is…mine.”

Bianca’s eyes fill with tears at her words. When I step behind Sadie and wrap my arms around her waist, she allows me to pull her close. Then Bianca’s pained gaze turns to me.

“You’re just going to watch me struggle because of her?”

“No,” I tell her. “You did this to yourself, Bianca. And if it’s truly what you want, you can figure things out…without me.”

Less than a year ago, the sight of tears in her eyes would have made me cave to whatever she wanted. But now, I feel nothing as she stands there with only pleading in her expression.

“Fine,” she sniffs. “Good luck in the competition. I’m sure you’ll make the top four. I…hope it all works out for you.”

Then she turns on her heel and walks out. In the next second, I move so I’m in front of Sadie. I take her face in my hands and wait for her eyes to come back to me.

“Sadie,” I breathe. “If I wasn’t already in love with you, I would have fallen just now.”

“She’s not finished with you, Brock,” she says. “You know she isn’t.”

“I don’t care,” I tell her. “I’m writing for you now, not her. Always.”

“I know,” she says firmly. “And I believe you, but…”

“No,” I tell her quickly. “Let’s go home and look at the email about the next submission. Then we’ll have dinner and make love and worry about her tomorrow. Tonight, I want to celebrate my success with the woman responsible for it.”

“I did nothing more than-”

I cut off her protest with a hard kiss. And I don’t pull back until her body is perfectly molded against mine, which earns me a delightful gasp.

“Let’s go home, my sweet Sadie,” I growl. “I need to thank you for your inspiration.”

A beautifully sexy smile lights her face at my words, and then she nods. In less than two minutes, I have what I need and take her hand to leave. I’m so worked up when we get to my place that we barely make it to the living room before I’ve stripped us and started in on the first orgasm of many.

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