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And every day Sean Fox had entered my classroom with his magnetic pulses of warmth wanting to entice me closer, my body came alive with the desire to do those very things and then some. Never mind the memory of his blue eyes sucking at my soul as thoroughly as he’d done to my cock.
Stirrings of guilt hadn’t allowed my gaze to linger on Sean that moment in class regardless of his magnetic draw. Katie was no longer with me, but I couldn’t help feeling like shit whenever I woke and took care of my throbbing balls thanks to the blond boy slinking into my dreams.
Hanson eyed me from where he gathered his belongings, late in leaving his classroom. Two students still remained, deep in discussion at the back of the room.
At the look on my face, Hanson pursed his lips and shook his head as if recognizing I needed to unload—and shouldn’t in public.
I nodded and followed him to our shared office a minute later.
Our door shut us in privacy. “What’s happened now?” he asked.
I slumped in my chair, head tipped back and eyes closed. “The temptation of him…”
“Matteo.”
“I know.” I scrubbed a hand over my scruff and exhaled loudly.
“Had anyone else walked in here a few minutes earlier that day…”
Swallowing hard, I acknowledged what he’d reminded me of before. Hanson was a good friend to protect my secret, my moment of weakness in crossing a line that would terminate my employment.
“Do you enjoy teaching eager minds? Encouraging them to pursue their dreams?”
“You know I do,” I muttered the absolute truth, the passion I held for my job. But oh, the sweet lure to taste Sean’s mouth often filled my mind, making me forget how much I valued being a professor.
“Remember Joe Barkley,” Hanson reminded me, his tone kind yet firm—same as he’d done that morning after I’d confessed to what I’d done with my student while the sunshine had warmed me from the back—and front.
No college would trust me with another students if our mistake had been found out by someone other than my friend. Getting off, exploring the newborn desires inside me wouldn’t be worth the cost to my professional life.
Period.
But damnit, I was tired of fighting and even more exhausted from sleep that hadn’t proven restful thanks to intense dreams that left me hard every morning. Even my pre-dinner jogs hadn’t deadened my mind from lingering on Sean.
My jaw cracked on a yawn. The night before had been riddled with images of the many ways I wanted to explore his body. Monday and Wednesday were the two days I looked forward to most—and dreaded.
His eyes had appeared wearier than normal, and I wondered if the stress of going back to college affected him. I didn’t know him outside the classroom or what he did for work. How did he provide for himself? Did someone else? Family? A sugar daddy?
I frowned at the thought, my lips tightening as Hanson shuffled things around his desk, allowing quietness between us for me to consider his reminder about Joe that I’d disregarded within seconds of him saying the man’s name.
My focus remained on the one I couldn’t keep from my mind.
Who was Sean Fox beyond a sexy young man who’d awakened feelings inside me I’d never expected or considered possible as a widow?
I’d made the mistake of catching his gaze within minutes of my lecture that morning.
A slow smirk had warmed his blue eyes—more sweet than his usual sassy—but still, a zing had gone straight to my groin, stirring life I’d extinguished earlier that morning with my hand.
I hadn’t been able to look away, but I’d managed to withhold my desire from my eyes. At least, I hoped so.
Still, he’d seemed to know, the little brat, as his smile had turned…coy. Like the mischievous creature that shared his surname, he’d flicked his tongue over his lower lip, the hint of pink promising warmth I remembered too damn well. Wetness I wanted to taste again regardless of it being wrong.
I had stumbled through my words, my groin stirred to life, and I fought to keep from displaying it through my slacks for the class to see.
His bowed head in my periphery had begged me to see the action as submissive when I expected he would be no such thing in bed. Even still, his mussed hair had called to my fingers to grab hold and own like I’d had the opportunity to do in my office.
A slow exhale lowered my shoulders as I admitted to my powerlessness. That stir of anger or perhaps annoyance I’d felt when I’d first laid eyes on the kid returned. While I didn’t consider myself a Dom, I disliked not being in control—during intimacy and otherwise.
Sean Fox knocked me off-balance and had made me question my identity.
