Page 38 of Sinful Professor

“As long as it doesn’t break any rules, I’d love to.”

And with that, we give it one more run through with him on guitar and me on the keys. He asks if he can come in on Friday afternoon for one more practice and I agree. He leaves just as Sadie arrives. When I pull her against me for a kiss, she molds herself against me and hums her delight.

“Everything okay?” she asks

“Perfect,” I tell her. “I’ll explain over dinner.”

When we get home, I tell her about the finalists performing our submission live in front of Roll With It on Saturday. Her smile gives away her delights, especially when I ask her to be there with me.

“Of course, I will be,” she says softly. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

I thank her for her support. With a kiss. And then with several orgasms after dinner. Thursday and Friday seem to fly by as the excitement of Saturday looms. Sadie sits in while I rehearse with John and wishes him luck, too. At Sadie’s insistence, we go out for a quiet, intimate dinner that night. When we get home, she asks for another fantasy.

“Tonight, I want to take care of you, Brock,” she breathes. “I just want you to relax and let me love you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I whisper.

“I know,” she smiles. “But I want to. Because tomorrow is an important day for you. I want you relaxed as possible.”

As difficult as it is, I agree. Never before have I taken a passive role in the bedroom. But with Sadie, it’s truly anything but. Even though she keeps me underneath her for the better part of an hour, I’m blown away by her fearlessness and the number of ways she brings us together.

And I do fall asleep more relaxed than ever.

Twenty-Six

When I wake on Saturday morning, it’s to the sound of Brock warming up on the piano. I handle my immediate needs first before pulling on a robe and walking out to him. He smiles at my approach, and I give him a kiss.

“Coffee?” I ask.

“Please.”

I get the pot brewing and pull out a bagel for myself. Brock usually passes on breakfast. When it’s ready, I set his mug down on a coaster on the piano lid. Then I settle on the couch to listen. After he warms up his fingers, he warms up his voice. When he checks the time, I see that we’ve got about twenty minutes before we need to leave.

“Why don’t you shower while I run through it,” he says. “I’ll be right there.”

I nod and do what he asks. I’m just finishing up when he steps into the stall with me. I welcome his warm kiss and wish we had time to make love, but I don’t want to do anything that will take his head out of his preparation. I’m dressed in no time at all, and Brock isn’t far behind me. Then my hand is in his as he leads me down to his car.

We arrive at the theatre with five minutes to spare. After showing his finalist email and his identification, we’re let inside. There are three security checkpoints before we get inside the theatre. We’re just three steps in when none other than Bianca appears in front of us.

“Hey, Brock,” she smirks. “Are you ready for this?”

“I am, thank you,” he nods.

“Good,” she says as she smiles wider. “Looks like I’ll be one of your backup singers, today. See you on stage.”

Then she walks away without another word.

***

My blood runs cold as I watch Bianca walk away. Then Sadie is in front of me, her hands on my face and her expression more determined than I’ve ever seen it.

“She doesn’t matter, Brock,” she says firmly. “And if she tries to wreck your song, she’s going to get called out. If she does anything less than perfect, it will be on her, not you.”

“I know,” I nod. “I just…don’t want her being a part of what I wrote for you.”

“As far as I’m concerned, she’s not,” she snaps.

“You’re right,” I tell her with a smile. “Just make sure I can see you when I’m up there, okay? As long as I can see you, I’ll be fine.”

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