Page 9 of Sinful Professor

The fact that this handsome, talented, and viral man is being vulnerable for me is incomprehensible. His expression tugs at my heart. So, I give him a small smile when I explain.

“I can’t,” I say gently. “I’m having dinner with my parents tonight.”

“Hmm,” he smirks. “And I suppose a couple of traded orgasms is too soon to introduce me as your boyfriend?”

“Brock,” I giggle. “You can’t be serious.”

I expect him to laugh. Because he must still be on an orgasm high to say such a thing. So, when he sits up and takes my face in his hands, my breath leaves me, as does my smile.

“I meant everything I said to you earlier,” he says firmly. “Fate crossed our paths and I intend on doing whatever I can to keep you in my life.”

“But…you barely know me,” I whisper.

“True,” he nods. “But something about you speaks to me. To my very soul. I’d be a fool if I didn’t want you in my life.”

My eyes prick with tears as I lower my gaze. Even the man I spent five years of my life with never said such sweet things to me. Yet Brock’s known me for less than a day and has made me feel more than I ever have with a man before. God, now I know that those five years with Max were an absolute waste of my time. When the first tear falls, he’s quick to brush it away before bending his head to meet my eyes.

“Hey, now, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I choke out. “I just…don’t understand how you can say things like that to me.”

His brow furrows for a moment. Then he presses a sweet kiss to my lips. When he pulls back, he gives me a warm smile.

“Come to my place after your dinner,” he says. “Stay the night with me. Let me show you exactly how I feel about you, Sadie.”

Seven

I expect her to war with herself about my proposition. So, I let my expression speak for itself about how serious I am about her. After a moment, she manages a small smile and nods.

“Okay,” she says. “I’d like that but…”

“But?”

“It’s been quite some time since I’ve been intimate with a man, Brock.”

I smile wide at this. Then I press another kiss to her sweet lips before putting her in control.

“If you say no or tell me to stop, I will,” I promise her. “Although I will tell you right now that I’m going to have a hell of a time keeping my hands off you.”

She blushes at this and once again lowers her gaze from mine. That’s okay, for now. But before long, I’m going to make sure she’s completely aware of how fucking gorgeous she is. I want her to own it. And I want to be the lucky son-of-a-bitch that gets to show her off. Not to mention take her home and own her pleasure for hours.

“Okay,” she nods. “I believe you.”

This earns her another kiss. Then I help her stand and we go about righting ourselves. Sure, I’m a little uncomfortable in my cum-stained boxers, but the result of her touch is worth the discomfort. I’m grabbing my bag and my keys when she gasps.

“Oh, dear.”

“What’s wrong?”

When I look over, her face is buried in her hands and she’s laughing. I walk over and pull her into my chest. Then I kiss her head and ask my question again.

“Oh, my God, Brock, my…my pants are wet from when I…”

“When I made you come?”

“Yes,” she sighs. “I…I’ve never…”

“Until now,” I tell her as I pull back and wait for her to look at me. “I want to make you wetter than you’ve ever been before when we’re together.”

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