Page 19 of Full Service

I’m lingering behind the podium in the Intro to Biology lecture hall, going through my slides for my presentation when Everly walks in.

Heads turn, watching as he makes his way down the aisle, a bag slung carelessly over his broad shoulders, his tight gray shirt accentuating his muscles, those jeans clinging desperately to his thick thighs.

My dick instantly takes notice and lifts its head, straining toward him. It’s an unseemly bulge at the worst of times. I really need to get him under control.

My dick. Not Everly.

He needs to stop being so sexy.

“Fuck,” I murmur, hoping that no one is looking at me and reading my lips. It’s so unprofessional, swearing at work. And yet, I can’t help myself. I have a boner in a class with at least two hundred students seated before me. There’s no way I can move away from this podium while he’s here. Everyone will see it. Damn these tight dress pants that Blaise told me I should buy. I really need to take to wearing those baggy jeans they wore in the nineties. At least I could hide my unruly dick.

“Hey, Dr. Sinclair,” Everly says softly and grins at me.

I adjust my tie and force my eyes to move back to my laptop. If I start drooling, there’s no telling what people will think. Perhaps they’ll think the best and assume I have a salivary gland issue. At worst, they’ll know I’m drooling over my TA. Which is completely inappropriate.

“Mr. Winslow. I take it you’re here to introduce yourself and let them know about your office hours and study group?”

“Yep, here to offer the full service to them.”

That makes me peer over at him. “Is that so?”

His grin widens. “Yup. You know how multifaceted I am. A man of many talents.”

I do. I’ve seen what he can do with those hips.

I’d like to see what he could do with his tongue and that dick.

“Right, then go ahead and get class started, and when you’re done, I’ll take over.”

Everly nods and when everyone settles in their chairs, he takes the microphone from me, holds it up to his mouth, and begins to speak.

I watch as he does this, alternating between ogling him and pretending to look at my laptop. But it’s hard to look away from him. The way he speaks, so confidently, so assured.

I wish I’d been like that in my early twenties. It was only a few years ago that I started to really believe in myself. And there are days when I still don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.

Like right now.

Why the hell am I getting a boner over this guy? He’s far too young for me and my TA on top of it. I’m behaving like a wayward teenager.

And yet, my mind knows why. It’s so simple.

He’s hot as fuck.

And I’m a lonely, sad man.

“If you have any questions, you can email me, or here’s my number,” he finishes.

I frown when I see multiple students start scribbling his number down. I would too if I were them. I’d be messaging him at all hours if I were fifteen years younger. Probably would send him pictures of my dick and butthole too.

“You can jot that down, if you want,” Everly says softly to me, and I feel my cheeks heat. “Just in case you have a biological emergency and need assistance.”

He glances down at my crotch, and I shift my hips away from him.

I clear my throat and adjust my jacket. “Thank you for coming in today, Mr. Winslow. I’m sure you have a class to get to.”

He nods, his lips twitching with mirth. “I do. So I’ll see you around.”

I dismiss him with a nod of my head, and if my hand inadvertently writes down his number when he’s gone, it’s not my fault. I may need him at some point.

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