Page 26 of Full Service

He holds his tongue out and a yellow candy sits there. An invitation.

“Come on. Open up, Dr. Sinclair,” he says, his mouth now inches from mine.

I should not. I absolutely should not. Anyone could walk right in and see this erotic display. And yet, my lips widen and he tilts his mouth over mine, his tongue swiping against mine and swapping the candies like a pro.

Probably some kind of hot drug dealer. Probably does this with all his clients.

If I was one, I’d pay money for the feel of his tongue in my mouth.

“There,” he says, pulling away, his lips slightly wet.

My spit is on them. I can taste him in me.

Oh good fuck, I’m a goner.

“Better?”

I just let out a little croak.

He grins widely. “Love the little noises you make. They really turn me on.”

He reaches down and adjusts himself, bringing my eyes to his crotch. What would that big dick stretching me out feel like?

I will never find out.

There’s a nine-point-five percent chance that won’t happen, that I’ll resist any future advances.

“What are you doing now?” he asks, and I stare at him.

I will not tell him that I plan on grabbing dinner.

“Dinner,” I say, and he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Awesome. I’m hungry too. Let’s go grab something to eat.”

“That wasn’t an invitation,” I say as my teeth crack down on the lemon candy in my mouth.

“Yeah, it was. You know it. I know it. Come on. Let’s go to the Food Cafe.”

“That’s expensive.”

“Yeah, but, Dr. Sinclair, you can afford it. You’re a tenured professor.”

My cheeks heat at that, the confident way he flirts with me. It’s so inappropriate.

“But real talk. Let’s go because if you keep sitting there…” He blows out a breath and my dick leaks in response. “Just…we need to go.”

I stand up and adjust my dick. I’ve given up on Everly not seeing it. He knows what he does to me. He’s taunting me by simply existing. To say I have a crush on this man would be trivial. It’s more than that.

It’s an obsession.

Grabbing my satchel, I move out of my office, locking it behind us and walking with Everly as we make our way off campus. We don’t talk much, just small observations about the weather and what we will probably order at the cafe. I’m worried that our conversation will turn to sex, but thankfully, I manage to keep it neutral. I am an adult, and I’m very proud of my accomplishments. When we’re finally in line at the Food Cafe, I’m thoroughly distracted.

I glance at the menu and my lips turn down. “The prices here are outrageous.”

Everly chuckles. “Yeah, they are.”

“Soup is ten dollars. Soup. It’s basically thick tomato water.”

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