Boss Me (Private Listing #3)

“I haven’t.” I pout.

Coop widens his eyes as he side-eyes me. “You’re what? Eighteen?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you’ve never watched porn?” he asks incredulously.

“No, sir. But I swear I’m a fast learner. It just gets all jumbled in my head when I read it.” I scoot forward to the edge of my seat and give him my best innocent look. “What if I can prove to you I can learn anything?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know. Maybe you should just retake the class in the fall.”

I shoot to my feet. “Please, Mr. Graham. I’ll do anything. Reading isn’t helping. Maybe you can show me.”

I pluck at the hem of my skirt, and his gaze falls to my hand.

He stands and puts his hands on his desk, shaking his head almost regretfully. “I need to get back to grading papers.”

“Please.” I twirl my hair around my finger and look up at him through my lashes. I’m sure I look silly, but his eyes flare with heat which encourages me. “I’ll do anything you want.”

He looks contemplative for a moment before he sits back in his chair. “Fine. Come here.”

I walk around his desk and stand in front of him. He grabs my tie and slides it between his fingers. Shivers race through me. Hopefully, he doesn’t decide to get inventive and use my prop against me. I couldn’t exactly walk in with a rope.

“What have you learned so far?” He drops my tie and sits back in his chair. His hungry gaze devours every inch of me, keying me up even more. My insides quiver in anticipation.

“That sex is between two consenting adults.”

“Or more.” He runs his finger across his lips. A bolt of lust strikes between my thighs. “You’ve never seen a cock?”

“No, sir. May I see yours?” I drop my gaze to his erection pressing against his zipper.

“As long as it’s educational.” A light twinkles in his eyes like he knows how cheesy this is.

It’s like a really bad porn scene, but I’m not worried. Things will heat up nicely, but not exactly the way Coop has planned. I just need to get him in a compromising situation.

“Of course.” I try for innocent, but there’s a hint of laughter in my voice. “Purely educational.”

He reaches for his belt and undoes his pants, freeing his cock. I get even wetter at the sight of his raging erection. So many things I could do with him. To him. And I want to do it all.

“Oh my, Mr. Graham.” I lean into the stereotype of the innocent. “Are they all that big?”

“No, they aren’t.” He strokes his hand down it with a cocky smile.

I step closer and bite my lip, reaching out tentatively. I lift my gaze to his. “May I touch it?”

He arches his eyebrow and slides back into his professor role. The fucking tease. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“You’re probably right.” I lean back against his desk and run my fingers down my tie, cocking my head to the side as I watch his hand stroke his cock. Pressing my thighs together against the growing ache watching him pleasure himself creates, I lick my lips, already tasting him.

“You don’t want to ask me how hard it feels?” He stresses the word hard, and I almost laugh as he wiggles his eyebrows.

I purse my lips. “I really think I would get more education if you let me explore your cock, but I’m worried you’ll try to touch me, and I’m not ready for that.”

“I can keep my hands to myself.” He puts his hands on the arms of his chair.

I give him a doubtful look. “I’m not sure…”

My hand goes to my tie and he finally gets the hint. “What if you use your tie to bind my hands?”