Page 10 of The Professor: Ep. 2

Well, unless he asked me to while naked. Then I’d probably consider it.

With a shake of my head, I cleared it and stacked all my books on my desk.

Going out with friends would be a good distraction. Maybe I’d even meet a guy willing to be naked with me, one I didn’t have to sneak around with.

The notion had my lips pinching to the side. I didn’t really want another guy. Not until this whole infatuation with Professor Kane ebbed. A few more fucks ought to do it. And seeing him fully naked. I wouldn’t let him forget that, not after all the little games I’d played on his behalf.

All right, I thought, standing up.Girls’ night. No dicks. No professors. Just cowgirl boots and line dancing. Easy peasy.

Maddox

“Is it me,or are all the women in Nashville temptation personified?” Dustin McCoy asked the question while turning to follow a short skirt with his blue gaze. “I mean, fuck, Kane, these skirts and boots are killing me. No wonder you chose teaching over running the family business. You’re surrounded by young twentysomethings.”

I grunted and took a long swig of my beer. “They’re mostly students,” I told him, unamused. “Off-limits for a professor.” My lips nearly twitched with the phrase as an image of Kayla’s lips formed in my mind. She had panted so prettily for me yesterday after class while I fucked her against the door.

So damn hot.

I couldn’t wait to do it again and had planned to this weekend, but Dustin showed up unexpectedly at my doorstep with a suitcase. We’d missed each other during my trip to New York, mostly because I’d been caught up in family bullshit. And he had his own company to run, courtesy of his recently deceased father.

“Yeah, because you and rules are good friends,” he drawled, winking at me before tapping his bottle against mine.

“The best of friends,” I agreed, glancing around the saloon.

Dustin had wanted to see Nashville properly, which meant taking him to a bar with line dancing. It pretty much served as a shopping line of available women, something my buddy was very much enjoying now. “How about those two?” he asked, gesturing to a pair of blondes with big tits. “Students?”

I eyed the legs and ass on the one closest to us, then studied her young face. “Probably.” I’d estimate her age around twenty-two, twenty-three tops.

Not that it mattered.

I had a curvy brunette on my mind, and that blonde wouldn’t come close to matching the fantasy I had playing out through my thoughts.

However, both women caught our gazes on them and turned to smile with clear welcome.

Dustin grinned back and gave the girls a nod.

I just shook my head and went back to my beer.

“Not in the mood for an easy fuck?” my buddy asked.

“Not in the mood for dallying with a potential student,” I returned.Unless it’s Kayla. A thought that had me frowning. It wasn’t like me to obsess over a chick, but something about her struck me as different. We’d fucked three times this week, and she hadn’t asked me a single personal question. She hadn’t demanded an explanation for last month, either. She hadn’t really demanded a damn thing, just did everything I’d asked without question.

It was like taking a vacation from life and just existing without a care in the world.

Because she didn’t force me to conform to social expectations.

She just let me play.

It left me wonderingwhy. Why didn’t she press me for details? Why didn’t she ask for more? Was this all she really wanted?

And more importantly, was I okay with that?

I should be.

Yet, a twinge in my gut told me I wasn’t.

“Ah, sorority girls,” Dustin said, a dreamy quality to his voice. “I fucking miss our Greek days.”

I snorted. “No, you don’t. High-class escorts are not only better in bed, but they also don’t cling to you the next day.”

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