Dear Professor(42)

Unless…

A smirk spread across his face as he stood. Darcy’s eyes narrowed as he approached her slowly, but she didn’t move. He stopped right in front of her, his lips still upturned, and brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek. The move was unusually tender for him, but he countered it immediately by wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and lowering his mouth to her ear.

She let out a succession of short, sharp breaths, and pleasure shot through him at how obviously he affected her. Fuck yes. Yes. He loved that. He slid his thumb down the side of her neck. He found her pulse instantly, and the way it pounded against his skin thrilled him.

“I have a solution.”

“You do?” she asked, a breathless tone to her voice.

“Of course.” He eased his hand down her body. Fuck—he loved her body. Always had. Loved every curve and dimple on her skin. “You do the show.”

“I’m confused.”

In a second, he had her back against the door. The blind rattled, and he tugged on the string to close the slats then grasped her waist with his strong hand. He refused to let her take a breath before his mouth descended on hers.

He hadn’t meant to kiss her. He hadn’t even particularly wanted to. It’d just happened. A reflexive movement… A desire to run his tongue over her pretty, pink lips the way she had when she’d walked in a few minutes ago. A desire to taste her, and taste her he did.#p#分页标题#e#

She was a mixture of peppermint and coffee with the underlying tingle of sugar. She was fresh and delicate, yet she was strong and addictive at the very same time.

She was a drug he would find all too easy to need every day.

“Tonight,” he rasped against her mouth, their lips still touching, “You do the show at my house. You do it with me.”

Her body stilled, except for her fingers, which tightened their grasp on his shirt. “With you? Are you insane?”

He smiled when she pulled back as much as she could with incredulity sparking in her deep, dark eyes. “Yes,” he responded simply. “My face won’t need to be on camera when you’ll be on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”

Pink crept up her cheeks, flushing them. Her lips parted, and she inhaled loudly.

“But you said—”

“I know what I said.” His voice took on a hard edge as he leaned into her. “I know exactly what I said, sweet thing. But, if you have to do this, then I’ll be damned if you’re going to let some asshole fuck you. And, shit, if someone’s gonna watch you and get off on it, I’m doing the same fucking thing.”

She swallowed. “It’s at nine,” she whispered after a long moment.

“You know how to find my house?” He searched her eyes.

When she nodded, he kissed her again, this time biting down on her lip.

“Be there for eight fifteen. And make sure you’re wearing pink.”





Dear Professor, you have no idea what you’re asking. Xoxo, Darcy.



I popped a bubble in my gum as I made the turn toward his house. It was almost pitch-black out, and I’d almost hit a guy on a bike without lights on my way. Naturally, I’d called his ass out before driving off. I’d just stopped muttering about the idiocy of, well, idiots.

The gates to Jordan’s driveway were open, and there were tiny lights in the ground lighting the length of the road to his house. I shrugged and drove up it. I was trying to convince myself that I was calm, cool, and collected, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth.

I was overwhelmingly nervous. My leg had been bouncing for the whole drive, and I didn’t think there was a second that my hands hadn’t been shaking when I’d turned the wheel. Butterflies had been fluttering up a storm in my stomach for an hour, and they were still going as I parked next to his SUV.

I shut the engine off and sat back in my seat. I’d done as he’d asked with the pink lingerie. I’d accepted that my usual black would have to be changed to his specification since this was going against the agreement—technically.

It would be interesting. I’d never done solely a blow job show before. I even had cough drops in my glove box.

Quite frankly, he’d taken a step into the deep end. Tonight, he was in my world. This was my comfort zone, my happy place. The place I thrived in.

I glanced at my laptop on the passenger’s side and smiled. I was nervous because it was him. As long as he didn’t show his face, then yes. We’d be safe.

That didn’t stop the empty feeling in the pit of my stomach though.

The porch light clicked on, and I’d run out of time. I had to go in and do this… Suck his cock on camera.