Page 6 of Sinful Professor

“Come to my office then,” he says. “I want to sing for you.”

My entire body shudders and I smile. While it’s not my fantasy, I’ll fucking take it.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He presses another soft kiss to my neck before releasing me. Before I can question his actions, he’s sliding his shirt up my arms. Once it’s on my shoulders, he pulls the halves together and starts to button them. The feel of his arms brushing across my breasts is exhilarating. My head falls back onto his shoulder again as he finishes. When he steps away from me, I pull the fabric to my nose and inhale.

“You smell good,” I breathe as I turn to face him.

He’s right there, smiling down at me.

“Thank you,” he nods. “But I prefer the taste and the smell of you. Lavender, is it?”

“Yes,” I smile as I blush and look down.

He chuckles and touches his fingers to my chin until I’m looking up at him again.

“I’ll see you at one,” he says.

“Yes,” I nod. “You will.”

I expect a kiss, but instead he simply runs his thumb over my lips before stepping around my desk to pull on his jacket. His eyes never leave mine as he partially covers his naked skin. Part of me is disappointed about that. Then he unlocks my door and pulls it open.

“See you soon, sweet Sadie,” he smiles.

“Yes,” I nod. “See you soon.”

He smirks. Then makes a request.

“I want to hear you say my name when you greet me hello or tell me goodbye,” he says.

“Okay,” I nod. “See you soon…Brock.”

“Very good, Sadie.”

And with that, he’s gone. I fall back into my chair and sigh. Then I start counting the minutes until my day is finished.

Five

I’m smiling as I walk out of the front offices. Several people frown at me, but I don’t give a damn that I’m suddenly without my shirt. Because what just happened between Sadie and me was the most delightful combination of not what I’d planned, completely unexpected, and absolutely welcome. But the best part is that I’m going to see her again. And she seems very agreeable when it comes to our…physical relationship.

When I push into my office, I shed my jacket once again and pull a spare shirt from my small wardrobe. Then my mind begins to spin as more melodies and bits of lyrics spill into my head. I don’t bother buttoning my shirt before I sit down to play. I’m so lost in my creativity that I’m almost late for my eleven o’clock class. I hastily button up and throw on my jacket before rushing to the classroom.

The next fifty minutes seem to drag on for an eternity. When I wrap things up, I beat most of the students out the door. Then I’m laughing as I practically run back to my office. I’ve got just over an hour before Sadie comes to see me. And I’d love to have a second completed song for her. I toss off my jacket and get back to work. As is the norm when I’m writing, I lose track of most everything. It’s not until I finish the fifth run of the song that I hear a soft sniff.

My head snaps up and I lock eyes with Sadie. She’s curled up on the chair in the corner, her hand pressed to her mouth, with tears slipping down her cheeks. Christ. I rise and walk to her. Slowly. Giving her every opportunity to leave. Because if she doesn’t, I’m going to take what I want from her.

Well, a small part of it, anyway. At least for now.

Her eyes stay locked on mine as I brace my hands on the arms of the chair. As I lean in, she drops her hand from her mouth. Her lips are already parted and waiting. Yet I’m the one wanting.

“Oh, my sweet Sadie,” I breathe.

“Brock,” she whispers.

I moan as I press my lips to hers. She reaches forward and fists her hand in my shirt. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Taking and tasting. And when she opens for me, I take even more. Her tongue tangles with mine, her eagerness to deepen our contact wreaking havoc on my self-control. When a soft moan leaves her, I finally tear my lips from hers. Her eyes fly open in shock.

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