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“I’m trying very hard to be a good boy around you, Teach, but you’re just so. Damn. Hot.” He whispered the words, nothing more than moaned caresses that urged my dick to life again.
The bathroom door swung inward, slamming Sean in the back—and into me.
He was hard, his hands suddenly on my waist, and my cock swelled against his.
“Oh, shit!” The guy who’d barged in stumbled into us in a drunken lurch forward. “My bad.”
I pulled from Sean’s grasp and slipped around him. Rapid beats of my heart pounded in my ears and in my groin.
I am most definitely not straight.
The truth continued to repeat in my head as I hurried toward O’Malley’s back exit on shaking legs.
My hands trembled as I texted Hanson, letting him know I wasn’t feeling well and that I was leaving. Seeing as how we’d already finished dinner, I’d treated, and we’d been on our final drink, I didn’t feel as bad for bailing on him and Albert.
I worried they had seen Sean follow me into the bathroom and speculated over the truth, but I needed space from my temptation. No way, no how could I be alone with that boy behind closed doors ever again.
He was still forbidden as my student.
And my heart would never belong to anyone but Katie.
Chapter 11
Sean
Oh, the joys of being a student.
The days seemed endless, and the work bogged me down like damned quicksand. I suffocated beneath the worst kind of load in history while anxiety due to falling behind tangled me up inside.
My mind raced at all hours of the day and well into the night. I couldn’t find a few spare moments for the gym, and the lack of exercise made me feel powerless to ignore the overwhelm that dragged me under.
I swore I lost weight in the two weeks following that delicious moment in O’Malley’s bathroom with Teach. It had been the most sexually charged handful of seconds in my entire life. Dick straining and heart racing, I’d been desperate for a hit of him.
But my intentions had been cockblocked by some drunk asshole who’d at least allowed me to appreciate the thickening swell in my professor’s slacks.
Teach had escaped me, and I lusted for another chance to misbehave, even though I’d promised him I wouldn’t.
But in the four days I’d seen him in class since that night, I began to recognize what I felt for him, the draw and desire, went far beyond lust. He was mature. Steady. I wanted to sit at his feet and just listen to his voice. He could quote fucking scripture I despised, and I would probably swoon and stare at him with hearts in my eyes.
I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with my fickle ass, but I went with the flow, since I didn’t have extra energy to spare while fighting the draw.
Unlike me, Teach still appeared calm and fine as fuck in front of the class, droning on about something I couldn’t focus on other than how his low voice soothed me like a cool glass of water on a hot, humid day.
While he flooded my body with delicious tingles, my stomach didn’t feel right and hadn’t for days. A low burn in my belly, probably from too much caffeine and not enough food, distracted me as much as Matteo’s fitting slacks.
That ass…
My mouth watered, same as it had that night he’d fled from our near kiss.
He’d taken off like his ass was on fire, and that image in my head had me thinking all kinds of naughty shit. What I wouldn’t do to burn inside those slacks along with him.
A frown flitted over my brow at that thought of me attempting to climb into his pants, and I chuckled. Better I stripped him down…but that would be escaping the flames?—
“Is there a problem, Mr. Fox?”
I blinked, realizing Teach had addressed me. “Huh?”
“You laughed. Does summarizing and reporting transactions amuse you?” His dark eyes bored into me, and I shifted on the hard seat like I had ants skittering over my backside. My dick also perked up with natural interest for the first time since I’d last sat in his class.
