Boss Me (Private Listing #3)

For a second, my mind stalls. Professor Alan isn’t and wasn’t ever my fantasy. He implied a lot of things without coming out and actually sexually harassing me. I didn’t want or seek his attention.

But this is Coop. The knot in my chest eases. Yeah, if Coop were my teacher in high school or college, I would’ve crushed hard on him. Besides, Professor Alan accosted me at a charity event, not in his office. Because I was smart enough to avoid his office hours.

Drawing in a breath, I shake off the bad feelings just thinking about that asshole brings to the surface. I won’t let him stop me from enjoying my man’s company and trying to give Coop his fantasy.

Ready to play the schoolgirl, I walk through the bedroom, grabbing my badge on the way. I could have walked out into the hallway, but I didn’t even think as I went into the common space. A low whistle fills the room. My gaze goes to Blake on the couch.

Heat fills my cheeks as I walk toward him. “How do I look?”

I look ridiculous and hot at the same time.

“Like a high school fantasy brought to life.” Blake’s hungry eyes devour every inch of me. “Come here, tiger.”

“I don’t know if I should.” Trying to look shy even as the fire of desire burns within me, I bite my lip intentionally. “I’m supposed to go talk to my teacher. I wouldn’t want to be late.”

Blake smiles devilishly. His green eyes sparkle in the light. “I won’t make you late, love.”

I raise my eyebrow and give him a shy smile before making my way over to him, swinging my hips a little more than usual. When I stand before him, he leans back and pats his lap.

Arching my eyebrow, I twirl my ponytail around my finger and cock my hip. “Do you want me to call you Daddy?”

Blake chuckles darkly. “Daddy doesn’t do it for me, love. Sit on my lap or I’ll have you across it.”

I lower myself delicately onto his lap. His warm hand grabs my thigh to help position me. Anticipation makes me wet. I’m down for whatever he wants.

“Now what exactly is the costume for?” Blake leans back. His hand strokes lightly up and down my bare thigh. I fight the urge to open my legs, grab his hand, and put it where it will bring me the most pleasure.

“I’m failing sex ed and need to beg my professor to help my grade.” I arch an eyebrow at the silly scenario.

His hand slips beneath my skirt. Parting my thighs, he rubs my pussy through my panties. “You want another scenario, tiger? I owe Coop a little something you could help me out with.”

I meet his mischievous green eyes and smile, knowing I’m so going to get spanked for this, but I can’t resist. “Whatever you want, Daddy.”

I knock on Coop’s office door. My outfit now includes a black silk tie that hangs down over my belly button.

“Come in.”

My nerves flutter in my stomach. I’m not exactly an actress, but this is all in fun. I push open the door, trying to be a student on the verge of failing. Trying to feel what it would have been like to fail at something and be desperate to bring my grade up. No matter what.

“Professor Graham?” I step into his office and leave the door slightly ajar behind me. I pluck at the hem of my too-short skirt. “You wanted to see me.”

“Yes.” He looks up from his desk. He’s wearing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. Fuck, that look definitely does it for me. His button-down shirt sleeves are rolled up, showing off his tight, corded forearms. My panties were already damp, but hot damn, Coop is like a fantasy all on his own. “Of course. Take a seat.”

He gestures to the chair in front of his desk. I walk around it and sit with my legs crossed, straightening my skirt, careful not to show anything. Not that the skirt really gives me that luxury. His gaze rakes over me. His eyes pause on the tie. It wasn’t part of his outfit.

“I can’t afford to fail your class. Is there any extra credit I can do to help me pass?” I lean forward, and his gaze dips to the lace of my bra and my cleavage.

He rubs the side of his mouth as he leans back in the chair. “I don’t know, Miss Harris. You’ve failed all the written exams. It’s not like there’s a practical exam for sex education.”

“I’ll do anything. If I fail, I’ll lose my scholarship.” I lean forward farther to give him more of a view down my shirt. “Please, Mr. Graham. Ask me anything. I’m sure I can figure out the answer. I just get so nervous during the exams.”

Sitting back in my chair, I stroke my hand down the tie.

Coop sighs and digs through a stack of reports on his desk. He pulls one out and licks his finger to turn to the page. Seriously, I’m not sure what makes him even hotter as a professor, but this actually might work for me.

“Your answers are ridiculous. It’s like you haven’t even seen a cock.”

Ah, he was hoping for the virgin backstory. I almost grin, but I keep my cool.