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“Coming in here tonight did not go as planned,” I confessed. Reese smirked. “That’s always my goal.”
“And there he is,” I heard a familiar Texan stage-whisper. “The elusive Santiago Jones. It’s important we don’t spook him, little darlin’, ’cause he might run away again.”
Dean and I trailed over to the door, and it only took Kit a couple seconds to spot us. He widened his eyes, then blurted out, “Abandon ship, every man for himself!” and ran off.
“Hey, little one,” I said casually. “You hidin’ from someone?” He winced and bit at his thumbnail. “Maybe?” Excellent timing for Dean to walk through the door and reveal himself to Gael. “Oh crap,” Gael mumbled. “Um, hello, Professor Aavik.” “Hello, dear.” Dean was as amused as I was. “If we pretend I didn’t already know you’re my student, you just gave yourself away.” “Aw, man.” Gael made a face and zipped up his jacket higher, as if he was trying to retreat into it. “So this is embarrassing.” “More like entertaining,” I offered.
At first glance, Santiago was the man you didn’t wanna meet in a dark alley. At second glance, you wanted to beg him to take you there.
Step one, be less awkward. I should be able to accomplish that in a year or two.
“I just struggle with—like, being unsure if I’m welcome and stuff. If I’m enough the way I am.” “The way you are?” Joshua murmured. “You mean smart, funny, handsome, adorable as fuck, and sweeter than sugar?”
“If you’re happy, don’t ever ask a Sadist to pinch you, because he will.”
“Did you bring your pillow for a reason?” he murmured. “Yes, Sir.” I planned on staying a while. “This is my new pacifier, Daddy.”
“This little ass is mine now, baby boy. I wish you could see how tightly it’s stretched around Daddy’s cock. Fucking hell.”
I was going to seduce my professor. I should probably Google seduction.
“Perhaps I should join the Academy event after all, so I can show you what happens when you act like a whore around your professor.”
“How about Band of Brothers?” “Oh, a peach after my own heart.” Dean gave me a tight squeeze from behind that made me laugh, partly at him and partly at Daddy’s deadpan expression. “He’s a fuckin’ mini-Dean,” Daddy stated flatly.
Take that tone with my boy again, and we’re going to have a problem, Macklin. This isn’t Franklin or Lane. We’re not that stern with him yet, if we ever will be. Make sure you didn’t hurt him.
“Dean’s been waxing poetic about how beautifully you bruise, so I asked him to demonstrate a spanking session.” J’accuse! “You are a traitor. Switches get stitches!”
“Shhh, we gotta stick together through this, Gael—it’s you and me against the Tippy-Tops! I got you.”
