I sent him home shortly after that, but not without a kiss and not without a whisper in his ear that he should think of me when he takes care of himself tonight. I marveled at his restraint, at the way his hands gripped my hips and slowly let go.
Such a good boy.
It’s still early in the early afternoon, but this semester I don’t have any classes after two o’clock. I’m packing up for the day when there’s a knock at my office door that pulls me from going too far down the sexy rabbit hole I’ve fallen into.
“Delivery for Professor Wilde,” comes the voice of a tall man standing in my doorway. He’s hiding his face beneath a ball cap he’s pulled low, but his familiar body and blond hair poking out the back are a dead giveaway.
I rush to him, unable to fight the smile splitting my face in two, and remove his hat. “What are you doing here?”
Jonah gestures to the vase of rich burgundy dahlias he’s holding. “I came to ask if you were free October second.” I furrow my brow. “Yes,” he chuckles. “I know that’s your birthday. Amber told me.” He shakes his head. “I can’t believe you weren’t going to tell me it was coming up.”
I sigh, “It’s not that big a deal.”
“It is now,” he grins and shimmies the bouquet under my face. “You said last night I could take you out.”
I take the flowers and admire them. “I did say that.”
“So is that a yes?”
“Yes.” I smile. “You can take me out for my birthday.”
His reply is nothing more than the biggest Jonah Johanssen smile—so wide it creates deep ravines around his mouth.
God, how I want that mouth.
Arousal courses through my veins and charges my brain. I place the flowers on my desk, step away from him, and lock the door. His eyes round and my fingertips creep up his chest. “Last night you said you were good with me taking control. Is that still the case?”
He looks at me like I’ve just said something really stupid. “Oh yeah.”
“You always have the choice to stop, at any time, with no repercussions. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
I already have a sense of what I’d like to do with him, so I’m not too worried about establishing safewords and digging into our sexual interests and limits just yet. But there isn’t a shadow of a doubt this man likes the idea of a little naughty professor roleplay.
“Did you follow my orders when you got home last night?”
“Is this really happening?” he huffs.
I smooth my hands over his shoulders. “That depends, Mr. Johanssen... Did you do your assignment?”
He grins.1 “Yes, Professor.”
“You thought about me while you stroked yourself?”
He bites his pink bottom lip and nods.
“Did you record it?”
“Um... I...” his voice cracks. “I didn’t know I was supposed to.”
Istep back, lean my ass against the desk, and cross my arms. “Then how am I supposed to grade you, Jonah?”
“Um...” He looks around my office like it’s going to provide him with answers. “I don’t know. But I’ll do anything you want.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Anything, hmm? Well I appreciate the offer, but I can’t show favoritism amongst my students, Mr. Johanssen. Surely you know that.”
My heart skips a beat when his knees hit the carpet. “Please,” he begs, and it’s like music to my ears. When he kisses my shoes, I can’t help appreciate how very trainable he is. “Maybe just this once?” he murmurs. He presses his lips on my bare ankle and slowly trails them to my calf.
