Sweet Liar (Dirty Sweet, #1)(21)

“I can’t possibly do that. I’m not in her direct chain of command. I don’t even work in the same office. Not to mention the questionable judgement of ethics required to use my authority over her simply to arrange a booty call. And you can’t tell me you don’t want to spend time with your sister. You came here for Thanksgiving break to be with her, not with…” He paused and seemed to come to his senses. “I see now. You were winding me up.”

I bit my lip to stifle a laugh. “I was totally ‘winding you up.’” I was also keeping that phrase and using it forever and ever. “But I’m thoroughly impressed with your moral code. You’re a good man, Dylan Locke.”

“Or, at least, I’m a gullible one.” He laughed softly. “Then if the daytime is off the table, that leaves the night. I’m meeting with some old friends for dinner so I won’t have Aaron. I don’t imagine we’ll go too late, and I can cut it short if need be. Will you be too tired to make a trip over here after your show?”

“Uh, I’m a college student. All-nighters are kind of my gig. The question is—will it be a problem for you, old man?”

“You like to remind me of our age difference, I think.” I could practically hear his scowl through the line.

“Only because it makes you so hot and bothered.”

“Does it make you hot and bothered?” His voice had dropped and the words that came out were ragged.

“Yes, Professor Locke.” My answer sounded just as raw as the question, and the buzz in my belly had spread out through my limbs. It made me hotter the more I thought I about it.

“Let me ask you then—as your professor, I should know what sort of prior education you’ve acquired.”

Oh, geez. He was always incredibly sexy, but he was even hotter when he played the teacher part. Especially when he was also enthusiastic.

“Um.” I stood up to pace the room, hoping to release some of the restlessness he stirred in me. “Let’s see.”

“If you’re uncomfortable discussing this—”

“I’m not,” I cut him off. “At all. I just know our time is limited, and I have a lot to learn.”

“I find it hard to believe that you are truly that inexperienced. Why don’t you just lay it all out, and I can decide what would be most useful for us to focus on?”

I got the sense that he wasn’t so much feeling me out as he was feeling himself out. Trying to decide if he was really up for what I wanted of him.

It was probably a cue for me to proceed cautiously.

But cautious wasn’t my nature. “Okay, then. I’m pretty sure I’m good on blowjobs. I can deepthroat and swallow and I know the tricks about humming and using a peppermint lifesaver at the same time. And I’ve never had any complaints in that area, but if you think you might have something to teach me… I’m terrible at receiving oral sex, on the other hand. I can’t ever decide if it feels good or just weird, and that makes me tense, and I never come. And positions. I’ve done missionary practically every time. Oh, and cowgirl—or whatever it’s called when the girl is on top. But I don’t think I know how to do that right because I’ve heard that it should be easier to orgasm that way, and I never have. I’ve never orgasmed at all, actually. Not from a guy, anyway. I mean, I’ve come on my own, but isn’t sex supposed to be better with someone else? I’d really like to figure out how to make it better with someone else.”

I bit my bottom lip and waited, sure that what I’d said would wind him up.

That was part of the fun of Dylan, after all.

“That’s. Hm.” He cleared his throat. “That’s quite a list of concerns.”

“Told you.” I flopped down on the bed and put my feet flat on the headboard. “Am I unhelpable? Is it humiliating that my education is so sparse that I can’t even orgasm with a guy?”

“That’s not a problem with your education—that’s a problem with the men you’ve been with. They should be humiliated. Truly.”

Maybe it was flattery, but he didn’t have to try to get in my pants. And Dylan was generally earnest. He meant what he said, and his show of support made my insides feel warm and twisted. Not to mention wet.

Kind as it was, it also didn’t fix my situation. “Thank you for that. I appreciate it, I do. But it’s still a problem for me, even if it isn’t my fault. So I’ll teach the next guy. No big deal. Just...how can I teach a guy what to do if I don’t know what I like myself?”

“Then we have to figure out what you like. And teach you how to ask for it.”

Yes. That. “Mr. Locke, I think we’re on the same page. Does this help you with your lesson plan?”

“I believe it does.”

He was so solemn that I couldn’t help poking at him. “You know, I’m grateful you’re taking this project seriously, for my sake. But it’s okay if you enjoy it, too.”

He let out a gruff laugh that made goosebumps scatter down my arms. “I’ll have you know that I’m enjoying this very much. Now, you might not need much sleep, but I’d better get some if I’m expected to be at my best for you. I’ll see you tomorrow night, sweet girl.”

“Good night, Professor.” I clicked the button to end the call and stretched my hands over my head in giddy victory.