Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..30..

"So where did you learn to cook?" I ask before taking a sip of my wine.

"Paris."

"France?"

"No, Texas." Michael jokes as he opens a container. "Of course, France. I studied abroad and I learned a lot about food and sex."

"I get the feeling you've tied the two together somehow."

Michael smirks then winks at me. "Certain foods are aphrodisiacs, Miss Toussaint."

"The French," I smile before taking another sip of my wine. "are very candid when it comes to sex?"

"Europe doesn't really put the same stigma on sex as our Western culture does, Jenna. Sex is as natural as breathing and they celebrate that."

"It's natural alright." I scoff as I pull out a bar stool and sit. "So natural some women don't even shave."

"Do you?" Michael asks, smirking, as he stirs the sauce pan before him.

"Do I what?"

"Do you shave?" Michael smiles and I blink fast before he starts laughing. "Do you shave, Miss Toussaint? It's a very simple question."

I quirk a brow and inquire. "Was I shaven when we did it the first time, Professor Jackson?"

"We did it?" Michael mocks and I frown.

"Yeah, we did it."

"We had sex, Miss Toussaint." Michael says as he licks some pasta sauce from his thumb. "Don't trivialize our incredible encounter with elementary metaphors."

"Why, I do apologize, sir." I bow my head graciously. "Was I shaven when we FUCKED the first time?"

When I lift my head, I wink at him and he gives me a salacious look.

"You enjoy testing me?"

"It definitely gets me hot."

"Oh, really?" He asks, leaning over the counter to me with a spoon. "Taste this."

"Yes, really." I smile before licking some of the sauce from the spoon. "Mmm, that is delicious."

I moan as I savor the taste of the thick sauce on my tongue.

Michael leans over the counter and kisses me. "Don't moan like that, please."

"Why not?" I ask as he kisses sauce from the side of my mouth.

"Your moans make me hard." He confesses, leaning from me, as he start stirring the sauce again. "And I'm trying to make love to your mind not your body."

"You could do both."

"For defiance," Michael begins with a smile. "you know, Miss Toussaint, I have the right mind to take you over my knee."

"Oh, Christian, why ever would you do that?" I ask in my best southern belle's accent.

"You deserve a good spanking, darling, for being so damn tempting." Michael says back in a southern drawl. "And I think I should be the one to give it to you."

"You think a lot, don't you?"

"One of us has to, babe." Michael jests and I flip him off as I mouth, "Fuck you". "When the time comes, Miss Toussaint. My God, you're so horny."

I mock laugh, rolling my eyes, as I place my chin in my hands.

For the next few minutes, I watch Michael move about the kitchen cooking our meal.

Watching him like this is such a turn on and I don't know why.

I wish he'd take me on this countertop.