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“Sean Fox,” he stated at my silent prompt. “He/him. Proud gay member of the LGBTQ+ community.”
No big surprise there with how his focus slid down over me where I still leaned against my desk. His perusal made me feel like a piece of meat—and strangely, I didn’t hate it.
I sure as hell didn’t understand why that was though. Mr. Fox wasn’t the first student, let alone male, to check me out with interest in his gaze. In all my years as a professor, I’d had more than one student offer sexual favors in exchange for grade changes, male and female alike.
I’d never been tempted, nor would I ever be. Integrity was something I prided myself in. So were loyalty and faithfulness even though my better half no longer waited for me at home.
“It took me ten years to figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life,” Mr. Fox continued, his focus once more on my face, “but better late than never. I’m here to get my MBA. I’m looking forward to my first class, Professor D’Angelo.”
At least the kid kept from outright flirting like I’d expected and addressed me properly, showing he could be taught.
I forced my gaze onto the person on Mr. Fox’s right.
“Hi!” They waved around the room. “I’m Jazzie Jones, they/them, and I’m also a proud member of the LGBTQ+ community.”
Mr. Fox gave them a fist bump, and the two shared a smile, one of understanding and acceptance.
The final student introduced themselves, and I stood to round my desk. Shuffling noises began as I turned my back. Students readied to take notes, and the introverted ones breathed a sigh of relief at having my focus off them. Those less interested in school itself settled in for what they would see as a boring last forty-five minutes of class.
I dove into the introduction to our first topic of the semester, watching my students to see how well I’d categorized them. Like always, some would show their true colors immediately, others after a couple of weeks. A few would prove me wrong like Mr. Fox had already somewhat done.
I… Hell, I didn’t know what to think. His presence caused my skin to heat and stretch thin. His steady stare on my face, were I an inexperienced professor, would have proven too much to ignore. Even still, I fought to be attentive to the others in my classroom while my gaze strayed toward the student in front of my desk.
Part of me wanted to escape him.
Another piece wished to linger and soak in the happiness radiating off him with addictive allure.
Conflicting didn’t begin to describe how Sean Fox made me feel.
Class ended sooner than I’d expected.
“Remember—my office hours are listed on the syllabus. Stop in if you need to, or if it’s after hours and an emergency, I’ve listed my cell number as well. I want you all to succeed!” I raised my voice to be heard as my students rushed to pack up their things and leave. “Have a great rest of your day!”
Refusing to glance at Sean, I settled behind my desk, readying for the next class that would be making their way in soon enough. But the awareness of his presence, how he lingered in my periphery proved too potent to ignore.
Chapter 5
Sean
Hot for teacher took on a whole new meaning.
Professor D’Angelo…
I licked over my lower lip, checking him out for at least the hundredth time since walking through the door and finding him leaning casual-like against his big-assed desk. He’d owned the room from minute one with his steady presence, never mind his gorgeous appearance.
Muscular arms had crossed over his chest and stretched the cotton button-down he wore while he’d droned on about class expectations. Said shirt was tucked into dress pants and belted around his trim waist. Those thighs of his filled out his pants, and I’d wondered if his ass would do the same.
He had the perfect amount of scruff to leave delicious beard burn all over my body. Equally dark hair just long enough on top to grab hold of while he sucked my cock. And that mouth—fucking hell, the man had full lips with a perfect cupid’s bow I wanted to lick and nibble on.
Being perched on a hard seat with an even harder cock trapped inside my jeans was uncomfortable as fuck—had been from the moment I’d sat down. My knee had bounced non-fucking-stop as I fought to keep from shifting every few seconds while he’d spoken. It was like the man had brought ants to existence inside my goddamned pants.
Could. Not. Sit. Still.
And his voice? Fucking swoon-ville-USA. Low and sultry. Rumbly with a hint of growl that would definitely come out when balls-deep inside my ass. My hole had twitched more than once with the need to be filled while he’d spoken. I’d imagined hearing curses panted against my ear as he blanketed my back. Whispered words of praise over how well I took his cock made my dick leak.
Finally, he’d given me those chocolate eyes of his when it had been my turn to introduce myself to the class. His gaze hadn’t flickered when I announced I was gay, and my eyes told him exactly what I wouldn’t mind him doing to me.
Professor D’Angelo was a rock of indifference—feigned or otherwise, I couldn’t tell.
