Page 31 of Full Service

My knuckles land on Dr. Sinclair’s closed office door with a small rap. There’s no answer, and my heart sinks slightly. I knew it would be a slim chance. He’s always busy. Between classes, committee meetings, and grading, I don’t expect him to be sitting in his office waiting for me to show up.

But still, my eager heart was ready for him to open it the minute I knocked. Not that he did. He’s obviously not here and yet still, I linger.

Leaning against the wall, I pull my phone out, grinning when I see a message from Austin. Yesterday, I finished the book he recommended and he loaned me another one. I’m eager to start it. He tried to give me some spoilers, but I quickly deleted them.

Don’t want those, mate. Just want to be surprised.

I respond back to him quickly and then stuff my phone in my pocket, pulling my lips between my teeth as I debate what to do.

Well, if Dr. Sinclair isn’t here, I’m not going to just wait around forever like a sad sap. I mean, I totally would, but my time could be spent elsewhere. Like completing the mountains of grading I need to actually focus on.

I push off the wall to head to the library, and just as I do, I hear his voice around the corner. His and another man’s.

My mouth falls into a frown before I quickly school my face.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with him speaking to another guy. I’m just unreasonably jealous. This has never happened before, but then again, everything with him is new.

He makes me crazy.

A moment later, the two of them come into view, and I feel my stomach clench. It’s the professor from before. The young, handsome one who needed help with his e-mails. I don’t even remember his name, but that’s irrelevant.

He’s cute and more importantly, he’s a professor as well.

“Well, Jonah, thank you for walking me to my office,” Dr. Sinclair says, his words sputtering off when he sees me. He clears his throat and straightens his tie. “If you have any more questions about that, let me know, and for God’s sake, stop locking students out of your classroom.”

Jonah flushes slightly and grumbles under his breath. But he nods and turns on his heel, walking away quickly.

As soon as he’s gone, Dr. Sinclair’s gaze slams into mine.

“Do you need something?” he asks, his voice low and rough.

I do. I need his cock in my ass.

But I don’t say that out loud. I just chant it in my mind. Manifestation and all that jazz.

“Just came by to ask a question. A very important one.”

Dr. Sinclair’s eyebrows rise and he nods, unlocking his office door and gesturing for me to enter.

I do, making sure to purposefully brush past him, our bodies touching for a blissful moment before I finally pull away.

He leaves the door open as I move toward his stuffed bookshelves, and my lips turn down in a scowl. I can’t show him my new jockstrap with that damn thing wide open. Jesus. Get a clue, Dr. Sinclair.

“You can close it. It’s a very delicate and private matter,” I explain, letting my hand fall from the books on the shelves.

Dr. Sinclair’s cheeks redden, and he nods. “Of course, student privacy is of utmost importance.”

He closes the door with a snick, and I feel my lips twitch in approval. I want to beam, to fucking smile, but I bite it back. He has to take this seriously, and I don’t want to give the impression that this is a joke.

He freezes for a moment, his hand on the knob before his finger snakes out and with a flick, locks it.

My heart rate doubles, and I feel my entire body heat.

He’s giving me permission. In his own silent way. It makes my dick twitch in my pants. I’m so fucking excited.

Dr. Sinclair clears his throat once more, swipes his hand down his tie, and walks to his chair. His ass lowers into it, and for just a moment, I envision that butt sitting on me.

I want to see it.

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