God, he had a good one.
I couldn’t wait to see it for myself tonight.
14
Hot for Teacher
During standard business hours, I’d purposefully avoided talking to Hudson. Mostly because I wasn’t sure I could keep a straight face around him. The last thing I needed was anyone in the office noticing the waves of lust rolling off me.
But once the office was clear, there was no avoiding him. Like magnetized machine parts, we collided not ten seconds after the last person swiped their key card to leave.
“Hi there,” he said, hovering in the hallway between my office and his desk.
“Hey,” I replied a little awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Talk to you like normal when, in the back of my mind, I know we’re going to have sex later. Like, is this what dating is like? Do you really hold a regular conversation, all while thinking about how to get them in bed?”
Forcing myself to do anything else besides stare at him (and think about how his jeans and cuffed-sleeve sweater would look on my bedroom floor), I led us both to the conference room.
“Pretty much. Or, if you’re unlucky and you have a sexycoworker, you have to do all of that while explaining complex computing modalities to her.” When I startled, he scoffed. “What, you’re saying youreallynever thought of me that way?”
Yes, of course I have. And you don’t even want to know how graphic my fantasies have been.
But there was a difference between fantasizing about sex and sex lingering just beyond your fingertips. On those other occasions, he’d been an impossibility. Now he was almost mine.
“If it’ll help,” he said, “just focus on the lesson part of tonight’s activities. We can cross the sex bridge when we get to it.”
“Hudson, we’re literally going to be talking about sex toys for the next hour. I don’t think I can avoid thinking about interpersonal copulation.”
“And I’m going to have a hard time not being turned on by you saying things as sexy asinterpersonal copulation, so at least we’ll both be suffering equally.” As if anyone could be turned on bythosewords. He held open the conference room door and gestured me inside. “Just try, Miss Porter. I’ll be a good student, I promise.”
We’d agreed on sex toy lessons followed by swift virginity loss, and to keep things professional, we’d decided to host the former in the office. As my colleagues had trickled out this evening, I’d drawn the curtains over the conference room and set up a veritable smorgasbord of BuzzCorp’s finest sex toys for his inspection and perusal. Above us, the projector hummed, casting the entire room in anticipatory blue light.
“So…” I said, spreading out my arms, presenting the silicone-and-plastic-laden table for his inspection. “Welcome toDr.Porter’s School for Continuing Sex Toy Education.”
“Wow,” he marveled, staring at the toys.
He gulped. Visibly gulped. I rolled my eyes. It was the only thing keeping me from getting on tiptoe and kissing his Adam’s apple. How could a gulp be sexy?
“Don’t act so shocked. You know where you work.”
“Yeah, but this is the first time I’ve let myself imagine using them on you.”
A hand traced around my waist, almost as if he was going to spin me into him for a kiss. I wriggled out of it, trying to heed his advice.Don’t think about sex. Focus on the lessons. Be his teacher, not his fuckbuddy.
“You’re being a very bad student, Mr. Bailey.”
“Sorry,” he said, trying to stifle a laugh. He took a seat at the conference table. “I’ll behave, Dr. Porter.”
I hope you don’t.
What an unfortunate turn of events. He’d told me to be his teacher, and I didn’t even realize how much that would turn me on. We were back at square one—desperately horny and trying not to think about sex.
Putting some much-needed distance between us, I took the seat across from him.
“Now, before we start, I have a few questions for you.”
