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Oh. My mind flashed back to Killian, alone in his office in front of his computer, with tired eyes and stiff shoulders and a forgotten sandwich discarded on the side of his desk. Then to his words earlier, I’ve lived alone since I was seventeen, and then to his flat that wasn’t a home.
I’d once told my friends I was like their fairy godmother. Maybe that was why this man had been put in my life, because he needed that from me, too.
“You know, I’m pretty social. If you want anyone to, uh, go through things with, I could be there for you. If you wanted.”
When I chanced a look at him, he was staring, unseeing, at the wall, his hand clenched around the stem of his wine glass and his jaw set.
“Kill?”
He sighed heavily. “There’s a spring faculty dinner and dance coming up, and based on the way my colleagues talk about it, it’s the social event of the year. I’ve never attended before, but my colleague Gage has encouraged me to attend this year. He thinks it’ll earn me socialisation points if I can get my shit together and actually socialise for once—his words, not mine.”
“I think I need to meet this Gage. He sounds like he knows what he’s talking about.” I shot Killian a teasing grin, but it was the wrong thing to say because his brows pulled together, and he gave a sharp jerk of his head.
“No. Fraternising with students is not going to help my agenda.”
Fuck. I knew he was right, but?—
He slammed his wine glass down onto the table, making liquid slosh over the edge, and before I had time to blink, he was crouching in front of me, his big hands on my thighs, gazing up at me through his thick lashes.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
I was momentarily speechless. Meeting his eyes, I lifted my hand, cupping the side of his face, feeling the roughness of his stubble against my palm. When I’d gathered my thoughts, I stroked my fingers through his hair in a gesture that appeared to calm him and therefore me. “I meant what I said. I could help you out if you wanted me to. If this dinner is important for your chances of promotion, then we should give you the best chance possible, right?”
He sighed. “I guess it couldn’t hurt. Seems a bit strange, though, doesn’t it? I should be the one with my shit together. I’m the teacher, and you’re the student.”
If he brought up my age again… “Even teachers still need to learn, Kill. Sooner or later, you’re gonna have to face the fact that there are some things I’m naturally proficient in, and I might just be able to teach you a thing or two.”
His hands slid up my bare legs, stopping at my boxer briefs. “And what do you get out of it?” One finger traced a circle on my inner thigh.
I swallowed, my cock reacting to the feel of his hands on my skin. “Access to the hottest fucking doctor I’ve ever seen,” I said hoarsely, my words ending on a gasp when he slid his hand directly onto my cock, pressing lightly down with his palm.
“Such a greedy boy. Always wanting more. When will you be satisfied?” he murmured, rubbing his thumb across my cockhead, my precum dampening the fabric. Fuck.
“When will you be?” Lifting my leg, I ran my foot over the tent in his trousers. He swore under his breath, palming me harder, my cock jerking beneath his touch.
I tugged at his hair. “Stop fucking teasing me and make me come.”
“So demanding.” But he pulled off my hoodie, allowing us both a full view of the effect he had on me.
“Look at you,” he rasped, his gaze drinking me in, hot and hungry. “Fuck, Joshua. Fuck.”
The way he was looking at me. It was almost too much. “Killian. Please come here.”
Standing up, he tugged down his pyjama trousers, allowing me to see the mouthwatering sight of his thick cock, hard and ready for me. He pushed me back so I was lying lengthways on the sofa, yanked off my underwear, and then crawled on top of me. I wrapped my legs around him, closing my eyes as I ran my hands up and down the powerful lines of his back. Neither of us said anything more, moving against each other almost desperately until first I came, and then he did, our combined release smearing messily between us.
I had a sinking feeling that my answer to his earlier question, When will you be satisfied? was at best not yet and at worst never.
Either answer scared me.
12
Istepped into the lecture theatre, and silence fell immediately. Planting my hands on either side of the lectern, I stared my students down. Some shifted in their seats, unease on their faces, while others?—
Fucking Loveridge.
“Loveridge!” I barked.
His head shot up, and he smirked at me. “Yes, sir?”
