Page 39 of Bless My Heart

“Hey, Doc. That lecture today was a doozy.” His lips curve up in the signature smirk I’ve gotten used to seeing, and I can’t help but smile back at him.

He sits down in the chair across from my desk, leaving my office door open. As much as he’s asking me to give him a chance, I know he won’t disrespect me. He doesn’t want me to feel uncomfortable.

And I should feel uncomfortable with the way he talks dirty to me sometimes, but I actually like it. I’ve never been around someone as sexual as Wes, and it’s kind of alluring.

When he left my office on Monday, I felt like I needed to rip my panties off right then and there because he made me so wet.

Then, I got the picture of him in a pool, and it made my lower stomach tangle in knots. It made me miss his tongue even more.

“Was it? I thought it was pretty clear and concise,” I say to tease him. I know he knows this material. He’s just using this time to get to me. I hate to admit that I actually like it. I want him around. At least at school, it’s a safe space. I know I can’t cross a line here so that’s how I justify these meetings to myself.

“Yeah, maybe I was just distracted because my professor’s tits were on display.”

I grab my boobs in shock and look down at my shirt. “No, they were not!”

“Ok, maybe not your actual tits, but you’re wearing a white shirt. When the lights are on you, I can see right through it.”

“I’m wearing a bra.”

“Thank God. Otherwise, I would have had to fight some people.” I blush, not at the fact that my boobs were on display for my whole class, but because Wes would be willing to fight people … for me. God, I’m a mess. Literally, anything this man says makes me want him more and more.

I grab my jacket to cover myself up, but Wes says, “Don’t cover up now. I want to get all I can from these office hours.”

I know he’s teasing me, but I like knowing that he wants to look at me. So, against my better judgment, I sit back down without covering up.

“Well, sorry I was so distracting today that you couldn’t learn. What would you like to go over?”

“I want to go over your body as I’m pounding my dick inside of you.”

“Wes!”

“Right, sorry. My bad.” He smirks. “I thought maybe you could quickly summarize the lesson for me?” I lean forward on my desk to see his notes. “Ooo. Yes. Lean a little more.”

I look down and realize he has a direct view down my shirt. I quickly sit up.

“You’re impossible.”

“Not at all. I’m just a man who knows what he wants.”

I look into his emerald eyes and sigh. “So, microeconomics?”

“Yep. Can you summarize the lesson? Dumb it down for me, though, baby.” I roll my eyes. If he wants me to reteach the lesson for him, fine. I’ll do it. I’ll do it to make him happy, but I’ll also do it for me because I enjoy being around him.

I go through everything pretty quickly. He nods his head a few times but doesn’t take a single note. He doesn’t need to because we both know he knows this stuff. By the time I’m finished, it’s time to head my next class.

We stand, and he brings his hand up to my face. I can’t help but lean into it. His thumb drags across my lower lip. “I can’t wait to kiss these lips again.”

I bring my lip into my mouth and bite it. “Oh, baby. Don’t tease me.” I smile and realize what I’m doing. I stand up straight, and he drops his hand.

“Have a good night, Mr. Mitchell.” My heart is banging in my chest. It’s like I lose all common sense when I’m around him. I don’t even know what I’m doing.

He smiles his million-dollar smile at me. “See you Friday, Doc.” He grabs his things and disappears into the hallway.

Not even thirty seconds later, Sara Ellis walks into my office looking so smug I think she may have seen or heard something.

She looks me up and down. “Are you feeling ok? You look flushed.”

I clear my throat. “I’m fine. Just feels a little stuffy in here.” I pull at my blouse to cool myself off a bit. Wes just has that effect on me.