“This probably isn’t a good idea, Professor.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Because you work for me or because I’m inexperienced and have no idea what I’m doing?”
“Actually, I work directly for the university, not you, and I adore the idea that I can teach you… but we work together, and I love this job. I don’t want you to have to get me fired when you get sick of me.”
Pulling back, I waited for Finn to look at me. When he did, I couldn’t help touching him, running my fingers down the side of his face, tracing his jaw, forgetting once again that we were in a crowded room, my focus fixed on the beautiful man who seemed to be showing me just how vulnerable he felt.
“You’re like a rainbow after the storm. I don’t think there is anything about you I couldn’t not like.”
He slapped my shoulder. “Well, you appear to have sweet-talking down perfectly, Professor.”
I rolled my lips, feeling brave. “I wonder what other things my mouth would be good at that I’ve never tried before?” Batting my eyelashes, I stared up at him while his eyes widened in shock.
“Do you want to take these to go?” he asked, and all I could do was nod.
TWENTY
FINN
I shouldn’t.
I really shouldn’t.
I knew this was a bad idea. That I’d probably end up losing my job. I mean, he’d get sick of me. They always did. But I couldn’t find it in me to care, because right now, this hot as hell man was looking at me like he wanted to drop to his knees and worship me.
He had zero experience. No expectations of me being a bottom. No desire to top me. Don’t get me wrong; I loved to bottom, and I loved being dominated, but I liked to take charge too. However, because of how I looked, most men didn’t even have that conversation with me. Right now, I could be exactly who I wanted to be with Jasper and the idea of that turned me on so much it was hard to think about the potential consequences of hooking up with the man I worked with every day.
Jasper had been quiet the whole way home and now looked pale and slightly terrified. I placed the takeaway food boxes on the console table, took his hand, kicking off my shoes, and led him to the sofa.
His palms were sweaty, and his chest moved in shallow breaths.
“Sit,” I instructed, and Jasper moved without question, bringing a smile to my lips. When he was settled, I slipped off my cardigan and placed it over the back of the chair before I dropped a knee to the sofa and straddled his lap.
“Tell me what you want, Professor.”
He closed his eyes as if he was steadying himself before he opened them again and locked his brown eyes on mine. “You. I want to taste you, Finn.”
Raking my fingers through his short hair, he hummed, his tongue flicking over his top lip as he tilted his head back to keep his eyes on me.
“God, you’re hot,” I murmured as I let my hand move down the nape of his neck and cup his cheek. “If you want to stop, just say so, okay?”
He offered me a slight nod. I took that as the permission I needed and lowered my lips to Jasper’s. I paused just before, dragging out the moment before our first kiss, but it was obviously too much for Jasper as he grabbed my hips, begging, “Please, Finn.”
I kissed him lightly, but his lips parted and I couldn’t resist slipping my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me back, our mouths moving together slowly while I gave him a chance to get used to it. Tasting, exploring. Our tongues moved together, his unshaven face bristling against my skin, creating a friction that set me on fire.
He groaned, and it was as if someone had broken through a dam, our kiss turning explosive. Jasper fisted my top as his cock hardened between us, his other hand grasping the nape of my neck, pulling me to him with more force. Teeth clashed, our movements growing sloppy as we devoured each other. Pleasure coursed through me at such a rate, I wondered if I’d come just from kissing him.
Bodies pressed together, grinding against each other, I felt like a teenager making out for the first time, desperate for a release… desperate to see him come undone. Breathlessly, I dragged my mouth along his jaw, kissing down his neck as he tilted his head back to give me more room to work.
“Finn.” My name on his lips sounded divine. Like he was whispering a prayer, and I wanted to deliver him everything he wished for.
Reaching between us, I cupped his erection, squeezing a little. “You want me to take care of this, Professor?”
“Please. God, please, touch me.”