Just Like That Read online Cole McCade (Albin Academy #1)

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Albin Academy Series by Cole McCade
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
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It was one thing for Fox to feel enough attraction to fuck him.

But if he actually liked him enough to feed him, Summer just might have a real chance.

* * *

Fox wasn’t sure what he was expecting, when he escaped another interminably dull staff meeting and returned to his office.

He had expected to find Summer waiting.

He hadn’t expected to find Summer sitting in Fox’s chair, rather than the chair he usually claimed opposite the desk.

When Fox opened the door, for a moment he halted on the threshold; Summer stopped moving in quiet freeze-frame, not even breathing, his gaze darting up.

They stared at each other for several frozen seconds, Fox’s heart an odd and light thing in his chest.

Before Summer smiled, breaking the silence and shifting to rise out of the seat.

“Sorry,” he said, soft and almost embarrassed, as he edged to one side. “I... I wanted to...”

“Don’t,” Fox said dryly, rounding the desk and settling into his chair. “If you say something ridiculously sentimental, you’re working out in the hall today.”

“...I’m still going to think it.”

“I can’t control your thoughts,” Fox pointed out, settling his satchel on the desk next to a stack of papers. “But I can ask you not to embarrass yourse—”

He broke off.

Because he suddenly had a lap full of young man, Summer’s body settling warm across his thighs, weight quite pleasingly heavy and body heat washing over him in a liquid wave. Summer’s arms slipped around his neck, and the tip of Summer’s nose brushed Fox’s as that shy, almost coy smile returned.

“Not saying anything,” Summer whispered. “Is this still embarrassing?”

“Quite,” Fox grumbled...and settled his hands on Summer’s waist, soaking that warmth into his palms. “We cannot possibly work like this.”

“Sure we can.”

Summer shifted against him—and Fox found himself entirely and suddenly far too distracted, as trim hips and the taut muscle of his bottom dragged against Fox’s lap. He still felt...raw. Sensitive, as if the nerves controlling arousal had temporarily died only to flare to life in shocking intensity, far too real after years without...and he sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, dropping his hands to grip at the arms of the chair as Summer wriggled his way between Fox’s thighs and settled perched on the chair between his legs, leaning his back against Fox’s chest.

“There,” Summer said, looking over his shoulder at Fox with his eyes glittering, his cheeks faintly flushed. “Now we can both use the desk.”

Fox eyed him. “...how, exactly, are we supposed to work on simultaneous tasks like this?”

He lifted his hips, rocking them rather pointedly into Summer, letting him feel exactly the damnable effect he had on Fox—and Summer caught a quiet breath, before exhaling in a soft moan.

“Ah... F-Fox, I...” He took a deep breath. “Maybe I didn’t...quite think this through...”

“That seems to be a hallmark of many of your life decisions, yes.”

“Ouch.” But Summer was still smiling, still flushed, even as he leaned away from Fox with ginger, careful movements that still couldn’t stop how their bodies slid together, nestled as they were. He dragged over the open course gradebook he’d been reviewing, before snuggling back into Fox. “But I actually needed your help with this...so we can look at it together?”

The soft note of entreaty in Summer’s voice made Fox sigh.

Because he already knew damned well that he would do whatever Summer asked, even if it meant working in this highly compromising position.

“What were you looking at?” he asked, ignoring the tight, pulling sensation in his cock and instead settling his arms around Summer’s waist, resting his chin to his shoulder. “Show me.”

He couldn’t miss the pleased tinge to Summer’s smile, as Summer turned his head and kissed Fox’s cheek, before bowing his head to look down at the gradebook.

“I’ve been talking to some of the students,” he said. “The ones who get bullied the most. Asking when it started... I’m not clueless enough to ask who, or they’d clam up. No one wants to be the snitch. But based on the conversations...” He sighed, his body going a bit heavier in Fox’s arms. “The slow decline in their grades almost exactly matches up with when their bullying started.”

Fox kept his smile to himself, if only because the urge to smile unbidden was so strange he naturally suppressed it.

Of course Summer cared about that, to the point of going far beyond his duties.

Of course.

He pressed his mouth against the back of Summer’s shoulder, watching one tanned fingertip skim down the lines, stopping on specific names. As expected, Jay Corey and Eli Schumaker were on the list...but several others, as well.

“You know the Assistant Principal won’t like this,” he murmured. “He’s still worried about risk of liability, when you’re only a TA.”

“I know,” Summer said. “There’s not much I can do, but...” He bit his lip. “A teacher, an actual tenured teacher, could call parent-teacher conferences, couldn’t they?”


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