The Professor’s Holiday Surprise (Cam Show Crush #1)

6. Paisley

Chapter 6

Paisley

I manage to steer clear of Dr. Lowry all week.

I can’t even be sure I have good reason to do it. As soon as the recording of last week’s livestream was made available to subscribers, I re-watched it, listening for him saying my name. But all of the dialogue at the end was edited out.

Did I imagine him saying he was going to breed me?

Those words have pounded through my mind as I’ve come on my fingers, making a slippery, aching mess, every night since.

A whole week of taboo desires—and dodging the professor who inspires them.

It’s so wrong.

Suddenly it’s Sunday night, and I’m sitting cross-legged on my bed, staring at my laptop.

Unlike my usual routine, I have not taken my jeans off. They are firmly zipped up. I cannot slowly rub my clit while I watch my professor take care of himself.

I can’t.

I want to, so badly. But I won’t.

I shouldn’t even log in. It’s a violation of his privacy.

There isn’t enough willpower in the world to keep me off OnlySantas tonight, though.

Taking a deep breath, I open my laptop and log in.

But where I expect to see the scheduled live stream, there’s a post explaining it has been cancelled this week.

Surprise and regret twist around my heart and squeeze tight.

Oh.

And now the only encounter I had with him all week was me running away from him when he came to express concern for my absence.

I am the worst. I’m a sex addict.

I blew off my professor because I wanted to watch him edge himself, and looking him in the eye about school stuff would make that complicated.

I must do better.

Shame drives me to my email.

From: Paisley Stevenson

To: Noah Lowry

Subject: I have some questions and will come by during office hours tomorrow

Then I don’t know what to write in the body of the email, because the subject line says it all. So I re-write it.

From: Paisley Stevenson

To: Noah Lowry

Subject: tomorrow

Dr. Lowry,

I have some questions and will come by during office hours tomorrow.

Paisley

P.S. Sorry about last week

I hit send.

Stare at my computer.

Go to close it, and there’s a notification bell, because he’s already replied.

From: Noah Lowry

To: Paisley Stevenson

Subject: RE: tomorrow

I’ll be at the school from 9 am to 4 pm, if another time works better than my posted office hours.

And you don’t need to apologize. I’ve been worried about you.

Noah

I stare at the way he signed off, with just his first name.

He’s clearly online and available enough to reply to my emails, but not available enough to do his Sunday night cam show.

Paisley, you need to forget you ever knew that he has that show.

Great. I’ll just file that in the futile Forget pile, right along with how he called me good girl when we first met, and now the fact that he’s been worried about me.

I should probably explain a little more, except when I hit reply, I find myself at a loss for words.

From: Paisley Stevenson

To: Noah Lowry

Subject: RE: RE: tomorrow

Nothing to worry about. Lesson learned on my part.

That’s not really enough, but I hope it conveys what I mean.

Except he replies again, immediately, so no, it doesn’t.

From: Noah Lowry

To: Paisley Stevenson

Subject: RE: RE: RE: tomorrow

What was the lesson?

Maybe we can talk more about this in the morning. I don’t want you to take on too much responsibility here.

Noah

Okay, he’s definitely not busy right now. So why didn’t he do his live stream? Selfishly, as a fan, I’m curious.

From: Paisley Stevenson

To: Noah Lowry

Subject: you’re probably busy

Dr. Lowry,

I really do appreciate your guidance on this matter. I have learned a lot from you this term. But I must be keeping you from something on a Sunday night?

Paisley

His response is once again immediate. For the first time, he addresses it to me by name. And despite my repeated uses of his proper prefix, he once again uses his given name to sign off.

From: Noah Lowry

To: Paisley Stevenson

Subject: RE: you’re probably busy

Paisley,

Not busy at all. Having a quiet night at home. I’m glad I’ll see you tomorrow.

Noah

Paisley.

“Gonna breed you, Paisley.”

I can’t breathe.

Over the last week, I’d managed to convince myself that I didn’t hear him say my name. He said…something. And then he noticed that GoodGardenGirl was still online, and he talked to her. Not to me. To a made up person.

But now, looking at this email…this absolutely normal email…my thoughts take the words and spin them in a whole different direction.

Paisley,

Not busy at all. Having a quiet night at home because I crossed the line last week and said your name while I was having an orgasm, and someone saw it, so now I can’t be CowboySanta anymore. Ethical quagmire. My cock is pretty pissed off, to be honest. Anyway, looking forward to seeing you tomorrow and only talking about academic stuff. No breeding at all. Try to be a good girl and not blush, okay?

Noah