“Hey.” He lifts my chin with one finger, tilting my face toward his. “Any guy you let in your bed will be on his knees wondering how he got so lucky.”
I blink away the unexpected surge of emotion heating my eyes. “Oh.”
“And if you want the professor, you’ll get him.” Olly gives me a playful smile. “Until then, I sent you some inspiration.”
He slides his phone into his pocket as mine buzzes and winks as he walks off to his next class.
I open up the new message to find a photo of a swollen cock head resting on a cum-covered tongue.
I use one hand to cover my burning cheek and save the photo with the other.
I need to seduce the professor ASAP.
CHAPTER FIVE
Olly
I pace back and forth in our usual meeting spot, scowling at everyone who isn’t Lacey.
Where is she?
I check my phone—I’m early.
“Fantastic,” I mumble, rubbing the tension from my forehead and wishing I’d checked the time before getting out of bed this morning.
Since Lacey’s decision, one hour has bled into the next, leaving me wide awake in bed, sleep-deprived, and confused as fuck.
Irritation burns through me, but not at Lacey. She would never have picked the professor if I hadn’t opened my stupid fucking mouth. She is too sweet for that spicy trope.
She’s too good for anyone.
What did I expect to happen when I told her she needed to fuck? If she doesn’t end up in the professor’s bed, it will be some other unworthy jerk-off, and there is nothing I can do about it.
I gulp the last of my coffee, toss the cup in the bin, and shake off the unwarranted emotions turning my stomach. This is Lacey’s story, and my job as BFF is to help make it a reality.
Twenty minutes later, she’s walking toward me… in a black suit.
Lacey tugs on the lapels of her jacket, trying to smooth out nonexistent wrinkles and pretend she is as confident as the image she’s trying to project.
She’s too fucking adorable.
She stops in front of me with a bop in her step.
I hook my finger in the collar of her shirt and tug. “What’s this?”
She smooths a hand down the offending outfit. “My professional look.”
I play with one button, tempted to unhook it and leer at the enticing skin she covers up too much. “You want him to fuck you, not hire you.”
“This isn’t all fun and games. It’s my career. I want him to take me seriously. I’m an author requesting assistance with researching her next book, not a random student wanting to…” she holds her breath and looks around us before lowering her voice, “…suck cock for extra credit.”
The flash in her eyes makes my cock pulse and my fist clench. I’m torn between pushing my best friend to her knees and showing her how much fun sucking cock can be and slamming my fist into the professor’s jaw.
I loosen my fingers and force myself to relax. “So, what’s the plan?”
“I’m going to explain the situation and ask for his help,” she says matter-of-factly. “I’ve gone over it in my head hundreds of times. Professor Gibson is an academic. He’ll appreciate an honest, analytical approach.”
She’s so innocent. I want to fuck the dirty into her—show her she’s just as filthy as the characters she writes about.
