Page 15 of Gin & Sin

Stewart: Doubtful, but I would never.

Me: I can tell. It’s probably against the rules too. It was when I went there.

Stewart: You went to school here?

Me: I did. I’ll tell you my origin story sometime.

Stewart: Tomorrow? Or is that too soon? I have no idea.

He’s so cute. Adorably clueless, but honest too.

Me: Tomorrow works. I’ll be here but text me when you want me to come over and I can slip out.

Stewart: Only if you promise to finger me again.

His reply startles me, and as my cock twitches from the memory of his tight, hot hole, I nod, even though he can’t see me.

Me: Count on it, gorgeous.

He sends back a smiling emoji.

Me: Ever had your ass eaten?

Stewart: Oh god.

Me: Yes or no?

Stewart: Obviously no. Do you like it?

Me: Love it. Giving and receiving. We’re gonna have a lot of fun together.

He doesn’t reply for a moment, but when he does, it’s a picture of him lying in his underwear with an obvious bulge. Nice!

Me: Same condition. Have a good night, huh?

Stewart: If I can even sleep now.

Me: You need your rest for what I’m gonna do to you tomorrow.

Stewart: Sweet talker.

Me: You deserve it.

There’s a delay in response again, and the dots appear and disappear several times before his text comes through.

Stewart: Thank you.

I’m sure he wanted to say more, but this feels appropriate. At least I have something to look forward to tomorrow. There’s a lot of ways I can bend and twist that sweet man, drawing pretty moans and soft pleas from his lips. If his ass is as sweet as his kiss, I might be in trouble. But that’s a problem for future me. Present me needs to check in and help around the bar.

SIX

STEWART

“Professor?”

I snap my head up to see one of my students standing in my doorway. “Hello.”

“Hi. The email said you had office hours right now?”

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