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she’d found the right guy. “He’s never had a romantic entanglement with a sub?”
    “I don’t know his whole history, but he’s never talked about one. You should be talking to him about this,” Nelson said.
    She nodded. “Well, thanks, I think.”
    “Don’t worry. I didn’t nose around in anything else on your computer. I tracked the blog. I didn’t really hack into your computer or look at anything personal.”
    “Thank you, but you could if you wanted to.” She thought of all the naughty stories and pictures she had on her home computer. Nelson wouldn’t be shocked at all after knowing she was submissive but still.
    He opened the door, and she left as students filed in. Heading back up to her floor, she made a slight detour to Scott’s office. He might punish her for coming unannounced. She only walked faster and let the sting in her rear add a bit of anticipation and arousal.
    After greeting the elderly admin, Bridget knocked on his office door. When he answered, she opened it.
    “There you are,” he said.
    “Were you looking for me?” His attention went straight to her ego and pussy, but she checked her phone to be sure she hadn’t missed a text.
    “I stopped by your office, but you were gone.” He leaned back in his chair.
    She studied him as she closed the door and locked it. Charcoal gray slacks and a white shirt with gray pinstripes looked delicious on him but what wouldn’t? The memory of him naked was better, of course.
    “Sorry I missed you. I did send you my schedule.” She didn’t volunteer where she’d been on purpose. Let him ask if he wanted to know.
    “Where were you?” he asked matter-of-factly.
    She leaned on the guest chair since he hadn’t invited her to sit. “I went to thank and scold Nelson.”
    “Come over here,” he said.
    Walking over, she stood next to him. “I’m not going to stop talking to Nelson because he’s a Dom. He’s not interested in me.”
    “That’s not what I was going to say. I’m glad you thanked him. Sit on my lap,” Scott said.
    Her eyes darted to the door, but she sat and slid her arms around his neck. “Are you glad he suggested this?” she asked.
    His arms wrapped around her waist. “I am. You have an interesting weekend ahead of you. Starting with cooking me dinner tonight.”
    She bit her lip. “I can’t. I’m sorry. Colleen is reading my paper now, and we’re having dinner to talk about it. I just found out after I sent my schedule.”
    “After dinner, you can come by then,” he said.
    “The paper has to get in soon for consideration so it gets published before they decide on tenure. I may have to fix it this weekend. You want me to get tenure, don’t you?” she asked.
    “Of course, I do.” His hands slipped below her waist and gave her ass cheeks a squeeze.
    She moaned. “Thank you.”
    “Your paper might be perfect, and you’ll be free. Text me when you know. If I’m available, I might let you cook for me before I tie you up,” he said softly against her neck.
    Shivering, she pressed close. “I’d like that and more.”
    “Greedy.” He pinched her ass.
    “More of whatever you want from me. The paper is strong, maybe some rough paragraphs, but I hope it won’t take all weekend. I’m comparing Much Ado About Nothing to the current climate of celebrity and fame.” She wanted to share everything with him. Her life, her body and her heart.
    “Not now.” He kissed her.
    Sinking into the embrace, she let his tongue invade her mouth and moaned when he pulled back.
    “Maybe I can tell you about it this weekend? I’d love your input,” she said. He was an academic and understood the historical angles. She’d hoped he’d be interested.
    “I really don’t know much about romantic literature. I actually have to get to some online class forum stuff. Just enough time for this.” He rubbed his hands over her rear again and slid her off of his lap.
    Standing, she felt a chill in the room. “Sorry, I didn’t