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“Wings?” Drake suggested our usual.
“Fuck yeah.”
He flagged down our waiter, and I sipped again, glancing around O’Malley’s packed bar in an attempt to keep my head quiet over the whole Teach and ball-and-chain thing I would usually avoid like the goddamned plague. Chatter and the clinking of glasses filled my ears. A few booths lined the far wall, all with couples dedicated to their conversations. Every stool at the bar itself cradled an ass, some more interested in the handful of TVs hung overhead.
The larger seating area over to my right included over a dozen tables and a few more booths, most of which were also occupied?—
Well, fuck me sideways.
Twice.
My heart tripped over its own chambers at the sight of Teach with two other guys who sat opposite him at a table. The two gray-haired men cozied together, one of which I recognized from college, but I focused on Professor D’Angelo. Matteo, I tended to call him in my fantasies.
Now, he was a man I wouldn’t mind sinking my dick into more than my usual one and done. Would gladly have my hole filled up by him a baker’s dozen times too. My not-so-sweet Prince Charming must have felt my stare on his profile.
He turned, our gazes connecting, and I made an oomph noise as the breath left my lungs.
“You okay?” Drake asked.
“Hmm?” I couldn’t tear my eyes off those chocolate orbs even though I couldn’t peer into them from the distance separating us.
“Earth to fucking Sean.” A boot kicked my shin.
“Jesus!” I jerked my head back toward Drake. “The fuck, man!”
“Who’s the hottie glowering at me?”
I glanced over to find Matteo doing exactly as Drake had said—frowning at my boo.
Little bursts of electrical currents rippled through me, making my stomach flutter. I fucking giggled like a goddamned kid.
“Professor D’Angelo,” I murmured through my chuckles as he once more focused on the men he sat with.
Sighing over losing the man’s attention, I turned to find Drake studying me. “What?”
“Someone is hot for teacher.”
A barked laugh tipped my head back. Couldn’t fucking help myself. “I thought the same exact fucking thing. He teaches my first class on Monday and Wednesday mornings. Hot as fuck. Built like the perfect man. Gorgeous shoulders. Those lips…that ass.” I had to adjust myself.
Drake snickered. “He didn’t seem too happy to see you sitting with another guy.”
I allowed myself to pretend Teach was jealous even though I hardly believed that fantasy. Digging had awarded me some intel on him. He’d been a professor for twelve years, had grown up in Boston, and had recently been widowed.
No kids.
There wasn’t much on social media presence to give me insight into his daily life either.
Since I’d told him that I would be a good boy, I hadn’t taken advantage of having his cell thanks to that syllabus, nor had I done any serious stalking. He didn’t want my dick or any other part of my body. The man was straight, even if his lingering, somewhat hungry, and curious gazes argued with my assumption. He was also my professor and a widower who didn’t need to be bothered by someone my age.
“Think he’s into you?”
Fiddling with my cell on the table with the sudden urge to text Teach to find out, I shook my head at Drake’s suggestion. “Only in my dreams, boo.”
Unfortunately.
Chapter 10
Matteo
