“Nah. We only got home about twenty minutes ago. I was in the shower when you sent your text.”

I toss the towel in the hamper next to the desk before climbing into bed. The bedding is white, fluffy, and definitely expensive.

“Did you guys have fun?”

“We did! Weston’s brother ended up coming out too. It was nice to see him. And Weston’s friend, Enzo, came. Although, I think the term friend isn’t quite right. They were sucking face most of the night.”

“Really?” He quirks a brow and grins. He’s so fucking handsome.

“Wish you were here,” I admit, my hand automatically traveling under my waistband until my palm wraps around my steadily growing erection. Even his fucking voice and seeing his face are enough to get me going.

“I wish you were here.” Stone’s sleepy voice is so fucking hot, it should be illegal. All gravel and sex. Take that, along with his sexy as fuck five o’clock shadow and disheveled black hair. Sex on a fucking stick.

“Yeah? What would you do if I was there, sir?”

His gaze heats, pupils dilating, as he chews his bottom lip. “Hmm… think I’d start with you between my legs. Nuzzling and lapping up my cock and balls like a good boy.”

Fuck. “Does that make you hard thinking about it?”

“You know it does.”

“Show me,” I moan, squeezing my now rock-solid length.

He slowly drags the phone down his toned torso until his bare cock comes into view. It’s standing proud and weeping. Jesus Christ, this man.

“Dean Philips, you’re lying in your bed completely naked, talking to one of your professors? What a naughty boss you are,” I flirtingly chastise.

His large baseball mitt of a hand fists his cock, gliding from the base all the way to the tip, where he squeezes. “You have no idea how horny I get talking to my dirty professor. Always willing to please. Go the extra mile. Put in the work.” Each sentence is emphasized by his hand stroking himself skillfully.

“Prop your phone up,” I growl. “I want to watch you get yourself off for me.”

Doing as he’s told, the phone stands against the lamp he has on his bedside table, and he sits up so his back is flat against the headboard. He’s gloriously naked, hand wrapped around his cock, tip glistening with his arousal in the dim lighting.

“Is this what you want, Bambi?” The dark glimmer in his eyes and the sinful smirk plastered on his face as he unabashedly works himself over heats my entire body. I can do nothing more than watch him in rapt silence, nodding my head. His arm is thick and corded as he strokes up and down, and his abs jump from the pleasure. His breathing is shallow, and his eyes can barely stay open, they’re so heavy with need.