But that’s not what friends do…
“How’s that going to go?” My voice is light and teasing to hide my growing arousal. “Excuse me, Professor, can you put your dick in my pussy so I can write about it? Why yes, Lacey, bend over the desk and flip up your skirt; I can mark your paper simultaneously. A+ for effort.”
She punches me playfully on the shoulder, laughing. “Stop being a jerk. I’m good at sex on paper, not real life.”
Impossible. “All you have to do is show up and the guy will be ready to blow.”
Her cheeks turn pink at the compliment.
“It’s going to work.” She stands with confidence, but the tremble in her voice is still there. “It has to.”
How does she not see how perfect she is? There is no way anyone could ever turn her down.
My chest pulls in a way I don’t like. After my reaction to her decision, I need to do better. I loop my arm over her shoulder and lead her into the building. “Time to get your seduction on.”
She sits through the lecture like a studious student taking notes, but the hair twisting around her fingers gives away her nerves.
This morning’s coffee is churning in my gut, hinting at mine.
Will they fuck in her bed or his? On the desk?
An image hits me: Lacey’s breast spilling out of her blouse, her back arching off the wood as the professor’s head dips between her thighs.
My mouth waters, wanting her taste on my tongue.
I cross one leg over my knee and discreetly adjust my growing erection. Picturing Lacey with the professor shouldn’t make me hard, but thinking about Lacey in any position makes my cock take control.
The lecture ends, and students begin filing out of the room, but Lacey hesitates.
Every instinct demands I turn caveman, throw her over my shoulder, and drag her away to protect her. We can go back to how things were before I put the stupid idea in her—me satiating my never-ending lust every night with a nameless face and then coming home to the only one who mattered.
But she needs to be the leading lady of her own story.
I grip the back of her neck, giving in to the need to touch her and stroking the soft skin beneath her ear. “You’ve got this.”
She nods, a fiery determination behind her eyes.
I swallow the tightness in my throat and watch as she slowly makes her way down the stairs toward the professor.
Walking out of the room, I leave them alone and hide behind the open door only to peer through the crack and spy like an infatuated stalker.
She clutches her laptop to her chest, pushing her breasts up until they are enticing mounds at the base of her neck. I’d believe it was a deliberate part of the seduction if it were anyone else. Not Lacey. She’s all innocence—seducing without even trying.
The professor doesn’t stand a chance.
My irritation is back.
She smiles, and they speak—for less than a minute. He hands her a sheet of paper.
That’s weird.
She gives him a quick wave, then walks—stiff-shouldered—into the hall. Seeing me by the door, she turns to face the wall and smacks her forehead onto it. “I asked for a course outline.”
She waves the sheet toward me.
The surge of instant relief coursing through me makes me feel like an asshole.
I tug her away from the wall and wrap my arms around her. “If you ask for what you want, no one will ever turn you down.”
