Novel-novel oleh Kayla

An hour later, I stood outside his office door. The hallway was empty, the custodial staff starting their evening rounds. I raised my hand to knock, hesitated, then tapped twice.“Come in.” The voice was muffled but authoritative.“You wanted to see me, Sir?” I whispered.“I believe this is yours,” he said, leaning back. “After reading the part where the student is told to get on her knees… I was wondering were you planning to follow the script?”I gasped. This wasn’t a reprimand, it was something else entirely.“I… I wrote it, Sir,” I whispered.“So you did.” He stood, moving around the desk until he was in front of me. Close enough to smell him, clean, faintly tobacco. He tilted my chin up. “In your story, Anna doesn’t stammer. She doesn’t make excuses.”His hand moved from my chin to the back of my neck, his grip firm and possessive. My knees weakened, a rush of wetness soaking my panties instantly. “You think I didn’t notice you staring every lecture?”I froze, he knew.I looke

Anna pushed open the professor’s office door, clutching the report she’d spent all night finishing.“Sir? I just needed to—”She stopped.Her professor was leaning back in his chair, eyes closed, hands on his… completely unaware she had entered. Anna froze in the doorway, heat rushing to her face. “I—I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t realize…”His eyes snapped open.Instead of panic, a slow, knowing smile crossed his face.“Close the door, Anna,” he muttered. —I was going to write the next line but…The tip of my pencil snapped with a sharp crack, leaving a jagged nonsensical line on the paper of my notebook.I ignored it, grabbing a spare pen from my backpack and continuing without a pause. The lecture hall was a blur of droning noise, and scratching notebooks, the hum of the air conditioning blending with my own racing thoughts.Professor Reed was at the front, pointing at projected slide talking about human anatomy, but I wasn’t listening to anything he said. Everyone on campus knew

A hot, demanding kiss that stole the air from her lungs. The kiss sent shockwave to her pussy as she felt her juice pooling out.She gasped into his mouth, and he took advantage, his tongue sliding in to tangle with hers. He tasted like wine, dark and addictive. Fuck. He kissed like he owned her, his hands gripping her face, holding her still in place. The anger melted, replaced by a primal need. She kissed him back, tongue wrestling in ecstasy. Her hands flew up, clutching at his white jacket, dragging him closer. A low chuckle vibrated from his mouth. He walked her back until her shoulders hit the cool metal wall of the elevator. His body pinned her there, the hard length of his erection pressing against her stomach through their clothes.“You feel that?” he murmured against her lips, grinding himself against her. “That’s what you do to me. That’s my answer to all your fucking rumors.”She wasn’t wet now, she was dripping. “Fuck,” a moan slipped from her lips.He kissed her ag

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft click, sealing her into a polished metal box with the man she was supposed to hate.Alistair Stone. Her fiancé. The deal-sealer. The man rumored to be so cold, so utterly uninterested in women, that she’d spent the last three months convinced he was either gay or a fucking robot. She’d dumped her ex for this. For a corporate merger dressed in a suit.He stood facing the doors, his back to her. He wasn’t wearing the somber black she’d expected. His suit was a brilliant, stark white, the fabric so crisp it seemed to glow under the harsh elevator lights. It made the broad lines of his shoulders look even more imposing.She’d only seen photos. Stiff, boardroom portraits. They hadn’t done him justice. Not even close.The elevator began its ascent to the penthouse chapel. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage of silk and lace. Anger, hot and sour, bubbled in her throat. She wanted to scream. To claw the pearl buttons o