Page 37 of Kismet

My heart thumps wildly in my chest. This is such a bad idea, but I can’t find it in me to talk myself out of it. The thrill of it is just too good.

Me: How soon can you get here?

Cash: Twenty minutes? Give or take.

Me: 674 Memphis Avenue.

Leaving the gym, I run up the stairs toward my room, stripping out of my clothes, then hopping in the shower. I’m in and out in five minutes, slipping on some comfy clothes, brushing my teeth, and heading back to my office.

Fifteen minutes later, he texts me that he’s outside. Opening the front door, I don’t see his car parked out front. Lifting my brow at him, he walks past me, saying, “Parked down the street… you know, just in case.”

“She isn’t here. She’ll be out for a few hours.”

He stops once he’s inside the house, turning to look at me. “Hey,” he says, a shy smile painted on his face. He looks incredible right now. He’s wearing dark gray skinny jeans that have rips in them, an AC/DC shirt that looks a size too big, with his black converse high tops.

“Hey.” I close the distance between us, wrapping my hand around his neck, hauling him into me. Our lips collide in a blistering kiss, tongues tasting one another, his hands pulling my hips into his.

When we finally pull apart, his eyes are glazed over, and his lips are swollen and wet. It’s a good fucking look on him, especially when it’s because of me.

“Where to, teach?”

“Follow me.” I lead him into my office, shutting the door and locking it behind me.

“Is this where the hottie professor grades all his papers?” he asks, lip curled into a crooked grin.

“As a matter of fact, it is.”

“Does the hottie professor do anything else in here?”

“Sometimes he likes to bring cocky frat boys to their knees and make them beg to suck his cock.”

“Hmm… is that right? How would that look?”

My dick is already rock hard behind my sweats. One glance down and he’d be able to tell. “You wanna know, Bambi?”

He bites down on his lip, saying the one word that drives me insane. “Please.” It slides off his tongue, smooth and full of insinuation.

A growl tears from my chest. “Okay. Strip down and on your knees.”

His lips part, dark eyes getting heavy as he does exactly as he’s told. Ten seconds later, he’s naked as the day he was born and on his knees. His cock is erect, cheeks flushed, and he’s biting that damn lip again.

Sauntering over to him, I stand in front of him, right hand coming up to rub the side of his face, almost in a petting manner. “What a good boy you are.” He leans into my caress, eyes fluttering closed. “Take me out of my sweats.”

His eyes open, gaze narrowing on my crotch, as his hands—confident and steady—hook into my waistband, tugging them down my thighs. He lets them pool around my feet, his gaze going from my hard cock to my face as he licks his lips.

Wrapping my hand around myself and stroking lazily, I hold his gaze and ask, “Do you want this?”

“Yes, sir.”

Sir?!Jesus fucking Christ, that’s sexy.

“Think you can make me come with your mouth alone?”

“I know I can,sir.”

“Okay, Bambi. Prove it, but you must keep your hands clasped behind your back. Mouth only. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

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