Chapter 151
**Sara**
As we polished off the last slices, I stretched languidly, fully aware of how the movement accentuated my bare chest. Tom's eyes widened slightly, and he quickly looked away.
"Alright, I think it's time we cleaned up," he said, his voice a touch higher than usual. "There are a lot of dishes piling up in the sink."
I smirked, standing up. "Good idea. Wouldn't want to leave a mess, would we?"
We headed to the kitchen, where Tom started rinsing off the plates while I leaned against the counter, still shirtless and unabashed.
"You know," I mused, "I'm starting to see the appeal of this whole topless thing. It's quite freeing."
"Is that so?"
"Mhmm," I hummed, stepping closer to him. "Maybe I should make it a regular thing. What do you think? Should I start attending your lectures like this?"
He faced me, eyes dancing with amusement and desire. "I think that might be a bit distracting for the other students. Not to mention highly inappropriate."
I grinned, taking another step closer. "Oh, come on. Don't you think it would liven up those dull finance lectures? I bet attendance would skyrocket."
"I'm pretty sure that would get us both expelled."
"Okay, you're right. I don't actually want that. My MBA is way too important to risk over some topless shenanigans."
"Glad to hear it," Tom said huskily. "Though I have to admit, the mental image is... intriguing."
"Oh yeah?" I pressed closer, my bare chest brushing against his shirt. "Care to elaborate on that, Professor?"
His hands settled on my waist, warm and firm. "I'd rather show than tell."
"Mmm, I bet you would," I purred, tilting my head. "But what happened to clean up, huh?"
"It can wait," he growled, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.
I melted into him, my arms winding around his neck as his tongue swept into my mouth. The kiss deepened, growing more heated by the second. Tom's hands roamed my bare back, leaving fire trails in their wake.
Suddenly, he hoisted me up onto the kitchen counter. I yelped in surprise, breaking the kiss.
"What happened to 'we should clean up'?" I teased, wrapping my legs around his waist.
"Changed my mind," he murmured, trailing kisses down my neck. "This seems like a much better use of our time."
I gasped as he nipped at my collarbone. "Can't argue with that logic."
His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples. I arched into his touch, a moan escaping my lips.
I let out a shaky breath as Tom's skilled fingers teased my sensitive flesh. "Someone's eager," I teased, my voice breathy.
"Can you blame me? You're an absolute vision like this."
I arched an eyebrow, feeling bold. "Then why don't you do something about it, Professor?"
His grip on my breasts tightened ever so slightly, and I bit back a moan. "Oh, I plan to," he murmured, his lips trailing a tantalizing path to my ear. "But first..."
Before I could react, he pulled away, leaving me feeling bereft. I shot him a glare, but he simply grinned and returned to the sink, resuming cleaning the dishes.
"Hey, no fair!" I protested, crossing my arms over my chest. "You can't just leave me hanging like that."
"Can't I?" he replied innocently, not even bothering to look at me. "I seem to recall you saying something about cleaning up first."
I huffed in frustration. "That was before you started... distracting me."
"Mm, my apologies. I got a bit carried away." He glanced over his shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief. "But duty calls, I'm afraid."
I hopped off the counter. "Fine, be that way. I'll just go entertain myself then."
"Have fun," Tom called after me as I sauntered out of the kitchen, still topless and not giving a damn.
I plopped down on the couch, grabbed the remote, and flicked through the channels. "Ooh, perfect," I muttered, settling on a sappy romantic comedy. Nothing like watching other people's love lives to distract from my own sexual frustration.
As the opening credits rolled, I sprawled out, taking up as much space as possible. If Tom wanted to join me, he'd have to work for it.
About five minutes into the movie, Tom finally emerged from the kitchen. He paused, taking in the sight of me sprawled across his couch, still shirtless.
"Enjoying the view?" I asked without looking away from the screen.
"Always," he replied, lifting my legs to sit down before draping them across his lap. "What are we watching?"
"Some cheesy rom-com. The guy just realized he's in love with his best friend's sister."
"Ah, a classic."
I glanced over at him, quirking an eyebrow. "You seem familiar with this genre. Do you have a secret stash of rom-coms hidden away somewhere?"
He chuckled, draping his arm along the back of the couch behind me. "Maybe I just have a refined palate regarding cinematic masterpieces."
"Mmhm, sure." I rolled my eyes playfully, my gaze drawn back to the screen as the female lead started gushing about her feelings to her oblivious best friend.
We watched silently for a few minutes, my legs still draped across his lap. I could feel the warmth of his hand resting on my thigh, and it took all my willpower not to squirm under his touch.
"So," he murmured, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin, "how long do you plan to keep this little... outfit of yours going?"
I fought back a shiver, keeping my eyes fixed on the TV. "What, you don't like it?" I asked coyly.
"Oh, I like it very much." His grip tightened ever so slightly. "In fact, I'm quite enjoying the view. I'm just curious how far you will take this little game of yours."
"Who says I'm playing a game? Maybe I just prefer the, ah, freedom of being topless."
His eyes darkened as they roamed my bare chest. "Is that so?"
I leaned in closer, letting my lips brush against his ear. "Maybe I like the idea of you trying to resist temptation," I breathed.
He let out a low growl, his hand sliding up my thigh.
Before he could respond, I pulled back, focusing on the movie. I saw him take a deep, steadying breath from the corner of my eye.
"You're a real tease, you know that?" he muttered.
I shot him an innocent smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Somehow, I doubt that."
We lapsed into silence again, the sounds of the movie filling the air. But the tension between us was palpable, a current of electricity crackling just beneath the surface.
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