A gentle fingertip swept along his erection over the cloth, making him shiver. “Do you not want me to do this? I know it’ll be clumsy, but you said yourself that I am a fast learner.”

Gathering his strength, he cupped her cheek in his palm and met her gaze. “Alice, your husband should teach you about this.”

“But you are my very favorite teacher.”

He groaned, his head dropping against the door. Desire clawed inside him like a ravenous beast, barely restrained and struggling to break free. His skin felt too thin, too weak, to contain the depths of his need, as if he would burst open at any moment and spill all over the floor. Here was the innocent lamb, begging to be ruined, and he was too much of a bastard to refuse.

I am going to Hell.

“Fuck. All right. Unfasten my trousers.” She managed it quickly, so he continued. “Suspenders next.”

He helped her slide the suspenders off his shoulders, then the light wool trousers fell to his ankles. He tore off his necktie, collar and shirt, leaving him in a thin union suit that left little to the imagination. Would this repulse her or scare her away?

Slowly, she slid her palms up his thighs toward his hips. She flicked him a glance through her lashes, looking so virginal yet so sinful that his cock jumped. It was the perfect combination, like opening a traditionally wrapped gift and being surprised with something naughty inside.

“Now the undergarment,” he whispered, anticipation clogging his throat.

The bulge between his legs could not be missed. He was so hard it was nearly obscene, with his balls already drawn tight and aching to be touched. Alice started near his belly button, threading the buttons through the tiny holes carefully, driving him mad with each second that passed. When she reached his cock, she didn’t shy away, merely kept unbuttoning, her fingers brushing the hard ridge and making him tremble.

The sight of her, on her knees and concentrating on undressing him, was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. Far more arousing than any of his other dalliances, as depraved as they might have been, because this was Alice. His very clever pupil, who over the last few weeks had blossomed into a glorious creature capable of directing a kitchen as well as seduction. The man who married her would be fortunate, indeed.

When she finished unbuttoning along his middle, the fabric parted and his cock bobbed free. The head pointed directly at her mouth, eager to find its way inside. He couldn’t yet find words as he watched her examine him.

“What now?” she asked quietly.

He swallowed, his tongue thick and awkward. “Every man is different, so I’ll tell you what I like. Tease me, sweetheart. Let me feel your breath and the soft pressure of your lips. Nothing too hard or too fast at first.”