You’re right. Okay, yeah, umm, it’s a hell of a haul back to your place, and I’m not sure I remember the exact address.”
“It’s a shirt, Dax. Keep it. Wear it. Remember me fucking you until you’re limp, but for fuck’s sake, don’t bring it to class.” Dax actually whimpered. Yeah, it was going to be a long, painful semester.
“Yeah, okay. I should go. I need to go. I need…yeah,” Dax said as he got up from his chair. When he dropped his bag while trying to pick it up, I stood up and walked around to the other side of the desk and cringed when he flinched as I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Dax, I won’t hurt you. And I swear I’ll be professional this semester. But even though I’d love nothing more than to repeat Saturday night, we can’t. What we had was before I was your professor, and it has to stay that way.”
I watched as the younger man nodded, but his eyes wouldn’t meet mine. “Can I ask a question, Anderson?”
“Sure.”
“If I wasn’t your student, would you be interested?”
“If you weren’t my student, I’d have you out of those clothes so fast you couldn’t think. But the point is, you are and we can’t. Dax, look at me, please?”
But I didn’t get my wish. Dax gave me an abrupt nod and fled my office. I kicked myself for the rest of the morning and into the afternoon, wondering what the hell I was going to do for the next five months. May couldn’t come soon enough because I knew without a doubt that this semester was going to drag by.
Once I was finally finished for the day, I locked up my office and headed for my SUV so I could go to the gym because I needed to burn off some energy. Later, I’d ask Dave what he thought I should do. Never before had I discovered I’d spent an evening fucking one of my students. It probably wouldn’t have been such an issue except for the fact that Dax was some of the best sex I’d ever had in my life. I couldn’t remember ever being so tempted to kiss a hookup before, and on multiple occasions I’d had to divert at the last moment and go for his neck. That normally wasn’t an issue. No, usually I prepped the guy, fucked him, and he left. That was it. The last time I’d even considered letting a guy fuck me was…shit, I was definitely in trouble.
Deciding the gym probably wasn’t the best place for me right now, I diverted to the liquor store to grab something stronger than wine. After the day I’d had, and the holiday break Dave had, a good scotch might be in order. After I’d purchased a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label, I headed home.
I sent Dave a text, telling him to come whenever. I needed to talk as much as he did, it seemed, and he sent back an evil laugh GIF which made me laugh. Thankfully, he said he’d be over in fifteen. That worked for me, as it allowed me to change out of my suit. Only when I entered my bedroom, my eyes were drawn to the bed and the sheets I’d had to change on Sunday morning.
Dax’s T-shirt was folded and waiting on the top of my dresser, and after a glance in its direction, I fell flat on my face on the bed and screamed.
Why? Why now? I was forty-two years old, and until Dax Phillips, I’d not had a sexual partner that stirred me nearly as much. Not even Turner tempted me like this, and I’d proposed to him. What the fuck did that mean?
I heard Dave knocking on the door before he rang the bell, so I dragged myself up off the bed and quickly ran downstairs to open it for him. He looked about how I felt, and I knew I’d made the right choice to offer to spend the evening together.
“Hey, come in. I was just going to change when you knocked.”
“Have at it. I’ll go into the kitchen and figure out what I want for dinner. You in the mood for anything in particular?” Dave asked as he entered the house and started walking toward the kitchen. He dropped his bag on the floor by the door, and I smiled, wondering what his suit was going to look like in the morning if it was stuffed into