9 Chapter 9

“No. Wait.” His cheeks hot, likely as red as the darkest shade on the color wheel on the wall, Stone stopped him.

“Jesus! What now?”

“Not here.”

“Right. Your place.”

“And…”

“And?”

“Maybe I’m not normal. No matter how good the sex is, I just don’t think I’m the kind of man who can do it with someone I can’t think of one nice thing to say about.”

“Wow. Not a single thing?” Edison asked. “Come on! Try. I’m not that bad. I must have at least one redeeming quality.”

“You have a nice cock.”

“And you have a great ass. There. That wasn’t so hard.”

Stone actually smiled. “I suppose not.”

“Good enough?”

“Good enough,” he said, but once again, his hand on the doorknob, he stopped. “We can’t.”

The sound Edison made this time was pretty hot, sexual, but with a ton of frustration behind it.

“Not now that we know I’m your daughter’s teacher, Edison.”

“Which you are for another two weeks.”

“Right.”