Professor for Dessert
Have you ever fantasized about a professor? Go on. Admit it.
Jaden wants his history professor, and now that the semester is over, he’s going to have him. But mild-mannered Dr. Perkins has a few surprises up his sleeve.
The professor grabbed several plates. “You don’t have to clean up.”
“I want to help.” Jaden hoped his voice didn’t betray how nervous he was. As he collected parfait glasses, he thought again about how good the cake would taste as he licked it off his professor.
“Really. It’s not necessary.” Dr. Perkins’s words were rushed, tumbling over one another. He’d lost his usual cool. Jaden hoped he was reading things right and the professor was as interested as he was. Jaden reached for another glass, deliberately letting his arm brush against Dr. Perkins.
The professor tensed. The heat of his body made Jaden crave more contact, but he fought the urge to rush things. He needed Dr. Perkins to be comfortable when they were alone. Maybe he could get the professor to offer him an after-dinner drink. They could talk, maybe get a little drunk, see where things went.
Jaden walked into the kitchen and set the glasses on the counter. Dr. Perkins followed him, and Jaden turned around when he knew his professor was right behind him. Dr. Perkins stepped back, bumping into the small island. Several extra glasses of strawberry shortcake clinked together from the impact.
“I’m sorry,” Jaden said, though he wasn’t. He loved that he could unnerve his professor.
Dr. Perkins shook his head. “That’s okay. I’m just… jumpy tonight, I guess. End-of-semester stress.”
Jaden hoped some end-of-semester horniness was part of it too. “Should I load the dishwasher?”
“You don’t need to do that. I can handle it.”
“I don’t mind. I’d like to help you.” Jaden pitched his voice low and rough.
Heat flashed in Dr. Perkins’s eyes, but all he said was “thank you.”