Chapter 75

“And what should we do when I’ve run out of pleasures to teach you?”

“I can’t believe you will.” He circled a nipple, catching the tip between his teeth. “And if you do, I’m sure we’ll have to return to older methodologies and refresh my skills.”

Jefferson gasped as Micah increased the pressure of his teeth. “Or I could just lie back and let you continue to experiment.”

His chuckle reverberated through both of them. “And here I thought I was a student of poetry, not of science.”

“They’re closely related. Poetry illustrates and illuminates the scientific world, after all.” Jefferson ran his hand through Micah’s hair. “I am curious about just how dedicated of a student you are.”

Sliding back up, Micah kissed Jefferson slowly, the taste of his spendings lingering on his lips. “I am yours to mold, to guide, to teach whatever you wish. Simply say the word.”