Page 6 of Full Service
What I need is for him to bend over this desk and pull his cheeks apart so I can see his asshole again, but I digress.
“I’m sure that Dr. Brown chose well. I trust his judgment.”
His cheeks flush and he nods enthusiastically. “Of course he did. I didn’t mean to imply he didn’t know what he was doing. I really respect him.”
“And he seems to respect you since you’ve been hired to assist me.”
Everly bobs his head and then a smile splits his face. Fuck, he’s even more handsome like this. I must implement a rule that he cannot smile at me. Ever again. He must remain stoic at all times.
“What?” I ask, feeling my heart thunder in my chest.
“I know I said I’d keep it professional, but I just need to say this and I promise I won’t say another thing about it.”
My jaw clenches as I wait for him to get on with it. He leans forward, the muscles flexing in his arms as he does. My cock positively throbs.
“You just seem so different than you were that night. I like this buttoned-up thing you have going on.”
“I was buttoned up just fine that night. I just…lost control for a second.”
“Yeah,” he says and wets his lips once more. He truly needs to keep that tongue inside his mouth from now on. It’s obscene. “And it was brilliant.”
“Are you done?” I ask, shifting in my seat and trying to get my boner to go down. It just seems to grow harder.
“Yeah,” he replies, leaning back and spreading his thighs open. My gaze flicks down to them before shooting back to his eyes. “Sorry, I just wanted you to know what I thought.”
“Well, now we know. Thank you for sharing.”
“Anytime. I’m an open book.”
I clear my throat, trying to swallow down my lust. It gets stuck in my throat.
“Anyways,” I begin, trying to gather my thoughts. He has to be exuding some kind of pheromone that’s making me perv like crazy, making me lose the ability to think. I have zero brain cells at the moment. “Dr. Brown has given you my schedule for my classes, and I’ll introduce you to them if you have availability. I’m thinking you could set up office hours for students, as well as a study session once a week for those who need it. And I’d like you to grade these pop quizzes and work on getting my assessments online.”
He doesn’t balk at the list of things I’ve just asked of him, just pulls his phone out and makes notes.
“Got it. I can do that. When do you need the quizzes back?”
“By Friday. Grades input by then as well.”
He nods. “Can do, Dr. Sinclair. I’m a man of many talents.”
Our eyes clash, and my heart jumps in my chest. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. Good thing I won’t need to work closely with him. I’ll just put professional distance between us and the lap dance will disappear as if it never happened.
That’s my new New Year’s resolution. Doesn’t matter that it’s February and long past the date. I’m a man of my word.
Mostly.
“Alright, well, I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing.”
He stands up and my gaze falls to his dick. It’s big. I could tell that night, the way it bulged through the fabric. And I can tell now. Those jeans barely contain it. An anaconda.
“Quizzes?” he asks, and I startle at the question. Right. That’s what I’m meant to be doing. Without a word, I hand him the stack of papers and the rubric.
“You have access to my course shells?” I manage to ask.
“Yep. IT gave me TA access.”
“Good to hear,” I say, feeling the need to walk him out but unable to stand up because of my current cock condition. He’ll see it. The zipper is barely containing it. Not quite an anaconda, but a nice garden snake.