Page 16 of Sinful Professor
Happily.
Eleven
When I wake on Saturday morning, I’m still in Brock’s arms. His arm over my stomach and his head close to mine on the pillow. A smile lights my face as I recall everything that happened between us last night. And let’s just say that he’s proof positive that reality is far better than fantasy. I just hope he isn’t disappointed. Unfortunately, my worry must show on my face because…
“Hey,” he rasps. “What’s wrong? Why do you look upset?”
I open my eyes to the sight of Brock’s handsome yet concerned face. I manage a small smile as he brushes his hand over my cheek.
“I’m fine,” I say softly.
“Sadie, I was watching you,” he says. “You were smiling first, then you frowned. What’s wrong? Did I push you too far last night?”
“No,” I say quickly. “No, you didn’t.”
His expression softens. Barely.
“I feel like there’s a but in there,” he smirks.
I lower my eyes and sigh. And I risk ruining things with the truth.
“I don’t want to disappoint you.”
He tips my face back up to his and presses a soft kiss to my lips. When he pulls back, I get his gorgeous smile.
“Why do you think you’d disappoint me?”
My face grows hot with embarrassment, but I find that I can’t look away from him nor can I lie. So, I just put it all out there. Sort of.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I ask him.
“No,” he says firmly. “Just tell me.”
“Brock,” I almost whine. “I’m not…I haven’t…”
His eyebrows flick up in shock for a moment. So, I just wait for him to puzzle it out.
“How many men have you been with?” he whispers.
“Three.”
He grimaces a bit at this, then clears his throat.
“Are you worried that you’re going to disappoint me in bed?”
“Yes,” I choke out.
I finally get his smile again. And another soft kiss.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he says. “You’re everything that I want. And if I’m being honest, I’m rather delighted that I only have to be jealous of three other men.”
“Jealous?” I scoff. “Whatever for?”
“Because three other men have had the privilege of knowing the pleasure of your body,” he growls.
“Yeah, well,” I sigh. “Maybe I want to give pleasure as well.”
“You do,” he says firmly.
