Page 17 of Love Lessons


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James knew that he’d been in shock.

Now that he could think straight, he wanted to apologize.

He should really call Josh and let his friend know that he was okay.

Was he okay? James wasn’t sure. Instead of apologizing, James dipped his head. “Thank you. For the help.”

Jacob gave him a rare smile. Just the tilt of his lips but it transformed Jacob’s face. Made the man appear younger. Especially wearing the university sweatshirt and faded sweatpants. He could be just another student that Scott spent time with. Not the stern professor who was always scowling at James.

Without thinking, James leaned forward and pressed his lips against Jacob’s.

Jacob stiffened before moaning and grabbing the back of his head.

James pushed harder.

Jacob licked his bottom lip and James opened for the tongue that seemed pretty insistent.

The first swipe of Jacob’s tongue over his had James shuddering.

How long had it been since he kissed anyone? James had been concentrating all his attention on work and taking care of his twin. Just this small amount of attention and his cock was hard and raging.

As they continued to kiss, and hot damn the professor could fucking kiss, James pressed closer and closer. He threw a leg over Jacob’s lap to straddle him.

Their cocks brushed and it felt so damn good.

Jacob ran his hands down James’s back and squeezed James’s ass hard.

Fuck yes!

James gave a little buck of his hips while sucking on Jacob’s tongue.

Jacob’s moan was long. Just like the cock that James felt against his own. Jacob’s cock. The man that James always thought hated him—

Wait!

What the fuck was he doing?

James jumped off Jacob’s lap like he’d been burned.

With his chest heaving, James stared at Jacob.

Jacob’s eyes were wide. His mouth red and swollen.

James had just made the biggest mistake of his life. Now the asshole was going to kick him out or something. James didn’t have enough money to go out on his own. He’d been saving. Had tried. Fuck! He had messed up so fucking bad.

“James,” Jacob said, standing.

“Get out,” James ordered. He had no power here and they both knew it.

“I didn’t mean to—”

James shook his head. “Is this my apartment? Do I rent it from you? Is my rent paid for the month?”

Jacob nodded. “Of course.”

“Then get the fuck out.” James couldn’t catch his breath. One bad decision and James was sunk. Worst night ever.

“I’m going,” Jacob told him. “I just want to make sure you are okay.”