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lemons was thicker now, hanging in a cloud around Kelly’s freshly washed skin. It had to come from his shampoo or body wash. Ian flushed, realizing Kelly’s skin must have scented the sheets on previous after-shower occasions.
    The kettle whistled. Kelly retrieved a pair of mugs from his desk drawer and made two cups of tea. He handed one to Ian. “You snoop around my room while I was showering?”
    Ian sipped his tea. It wasn’t anything fancy, but the flavor was strong and the temperature was hot. He shrugged. “I explored.”
    “Find anything good?”
    “The usual. Whips and chains.”
    “I don’t have any of those.”
    “You’ll have to borrow mine.”
    “Funny.” He sipped his own tea, his hands wrapped tight around his mug. Blue eyes gleamed. “You didn’t find whips and chains. What did you find?”
    “You’re an English major. You love your parents. You don’t like mess.” It wasn’t much, but it helped fill out the picture of Kelly that Ian was building in his mind. From the outside Kelly was steadfast and true, moral. If his brain was as tidy as his bookshelves, he wouldn’t be anywhere near Ian, but somewhere along the line things had gone wrong.
    “
I
don’t want to be alone
,” he’d said.
    Ian put his mug down and shifted over on the bed, making room for Kelly to slide in beside him. The narrow mattress forced their bodies together. Leg to leg. Torso to torso. “Anything else I should know?”
    “I like whiskey and blowjobs. I never drink when I drive.” Kelly’s muscles were taut. Tension filled his features. He finished his tea and placed the mug on the bookshelf next to the bed. “What about you? You’re an economics professor. Anything else I should know?”
    “I’m from Chicago originally.” Ian rifled through his mind, picking and choosing bits of information. What did Kelly need to know? “I like Indian food, I take my coffee black and I’m twisted like a corkscrew.” His hands remained at his sides. He didn’t move a muscle. He wanted to make Kelly comfortable, to enjoy the heat from his body. “I think you’re positively edible.”
    “Is that why you helped me the other night?”
    “I helped because it wasn’t what you wanted.”
    “And what do you want?” Each word was a little burst of hot air against Ian’s neck. Kelly curled in tight against him. His arm draped over his chest, fingers twisting in the professor’s shirt. “You want a blowjob? I can make it good. You want to punish me for getting in trouble? You want to push me down and spank me?”
    It took every ounce of control Ian had not to take him up on his invitation. It would be so freaking easy to strip him down and put that mouth to work.
    Unfortunately, it wasn’t what either of them needed.
    He might be willing to bend his rule against dating students, but he was still determined to take things slow. More than that, he needed to be sure Kelly knew exactly what he was getting into.
    Anything else would be against the rules.

Chapter Six
    Kelly could feel the professor’s body tense under his hand, but he couldn’t see his face.
    “I want to order dinner,” Ian said. “What do you want to eat?”
    “Three guesses.” Kelly shifted closer against the professor’s body. “And the first two don’t count.”
    There was a long pause. “Tell me what you want for dinner.” Ian’s voice was calm and measured. “Or I’ll choose for you, and I can’t guarantee you’ll like it.”
    Kelly snorted. If there was a restaurant that delivered to campus, he’d eaten their food at least twice. “I don’t care. I’ll put anything in my mouth.”
    “Brat.” Ian pinched Kelly’s side hard enough to sting. There was a rustle of fabric as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed without asking any other questions. “I’d like to place a to-go order.” His voice was low and certain. “An order of pad thai and an order of green curry with beef.”
    Thai food. Kelly’s stomach rumbled