"Assignment? I like the sound of that."
"Stop talking and get a move on."
He hangs up.
Thirty seconds later—I know this because I've been counting the seconds on my phone's clock—Nick saunters into my office and stops beside my desk.
"You summoned me," he says, "and I must obey my teacher."
"Sit down and shut up."
Nick smirks and drops onto the chair across from me, propping his feet on my desk.
"Feet on the floor," I tell him.
"Yes, Dr. Griffin. Anything you say." He pulls his feet off my desk. "Tell me all about this assignment I need to finish."
"Watch and learn. There will be a pop quiz afterward."
His brows lift. "Will there? What's the subject?"
I push up out of my chair and sashay over to him, gazing down at the man who makes me so hot for him that I want to do things that could get me fired. I bend over so my face is inches from him and my shirt—his shirt, technically—falls open just enough to give him a good look at my breasts. I did stop off at home to change, but I couldn't bring myself to give up his shirt yet. I also exchanged bras, choosing a lacy red one.
Nick fingers the edge of my shirt. "You are a dirty girl, aren't you?"
"How can that surprise you? Or maybe you've got amnesia about last night."
"I remember every minute of it. But I assumed you'd go back to being uptight today."
"Stop making assumptions about me." I kneel between his thighs. "I've got hidden depths you haven't even glimpsed yet."
"Can't wait to plumb them."
He makes a silly metaphor sound so damn hot.
I place one palm on his thigh and unzip his pants with my other hand. His cock has gotten stiffer already. And like last night, he doesn't have any underwear on, so his dick springs free to wave between us. I clasp my hand around it. "You have a gorgeous dick. Smooth and silky, thick enough to make my mouth water, and just long enough to give me shivers when I think about having you inside me again."
"What happened to 'not at work, Nick'?"
"A girl can change her mind."
He leans forward, reaching for my arms like he wants to pull me onto his lap.
"Uh-uh-uh," I say, shoving him backward with a hand on his chest. "Sit back, relax, and prepare to blow your top."
I lick the moisture off his crown and blow a breath across it.
He chokes and splutters.
Oh yeah, I'm going to love making him squirm.
I flash Nick a sexy smile and take him into my mouth.
Chapter Eleven
Nick
Dr. SJ Griffin is going down on me. Am I hallucinating? Or still asleep in bed with her? Maybe none of what's happened so far today is real. Nothing else seems like a plausible explanation for what she seems to be doing to me. This is the woman who said "not at work" and "secret lovers." Maybe she didn't say those exact words. I might have spoken them. But she wouldn't let me spend time with her unless we sneak around, so I'd had no choice. Had I?