Page 5 of Sinful Professor

“Brock Rush.”

I almost curse but catch myself. Then I take a deep breath before answering.

“I’m available.”

In every way imaginable.

“Okay, I’ll send him back.”

I hang up and panic. My hands fly to my hair to make sure my tidy bun is still in place. Then I curse for not having a mirror. I’m looking down at my blouse as I straighten things out when I sense someone in my doorway. Very slowly, I lift my eyes to take him in. And fuck it all if he isn’t wearing that panty-dropping smile again. Something that makes me wish I was comfortable wearing skirts instead of pants.

“May I come in?” he asks in a low voice.

“Yes, of course,” I say as I jump up.

And when I do, the bottom button of my blouse catches on the edge of my desk. The sound of my shocked gasp is quickly followed by the sound of every single button popping off my blouse. I cover my mouth with my hands as Brock looks on. He’s chuckling until his eyes lower to my now open shirt. And I thank all that’s holy that I decided to wear one of my best bras today. Because it has certainly captured his attention.

“Oh, my God,” I breathe.

“Yes,” he growls.

He starts to move toward me until we hear voices in the hallway. As quick as lightning, he shuts my office door. I sag in relief first, then my body goes on high alert when he engages the lock. When he turns around, he takes me in with very appreciative eyes. I’m so struck by his gaze that I let my arms fall to my sides instead of covering myself.

“Do you have another shirt?” he asks hoarsely.

“No,” I breathe.

With a sexy grin, he takes off his jacket and lays it on the back of the chair opposite me. Then he unbuttons his short-sleeve shirt and pulls it off. His well-defined chest is something to behold. Not to mention the words tattooed over his left pectoral. I turn as he approaches and try to decipher them, but he crowds the space in front of me after setting his shirt on my desk.

“Turn around,” he breathes.

I do as he says without thinking twice. Then he very gently grips my shirt and slides it off my shoulders. Chills rush over my body and I start to cover my chest. But his large hands grip my elbows to stop me.

“Don’t,” he breathes.

My chest is heaving as I try to catch my breath. Then he steps closer until his bare chest is against my bare back and his fingers thread with mine. A soft breath leaves me as I let my head fall back on his chest. But when I feel his breath on my shoulder, I tense.

“Do I frighten you, Sadie?” he asks.

“No,” I whisper.

“I want to taste your sweet skin again,” he says. “I dreamt about it last night. About you.”

“Brock,” I breathe.

“Please,” he whispers in my ear. “Let me taste you.”

My answer comes in action as I step back into him. I gasp at the feel of his arousal. Then his mouth is on me. A soft moan leaves me as he suckles his way from my shoulder to my ear.

“You can have my shirt,” he whispers. “I keep a few extra in my office.”

“Okay,” I nod.

He chuckles and quickly moves his head to my other shoulder. My fingers flex in his grip and my body rolls against his. Then his mouth is at my ear again.

“When is your day over?”

“One,” I pant.

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