Novels by Sophie George

Lena’s POVI looked at my reflection in the mirror, pulling on my old delivery jacket. It felt a little stiff, but it still smelled like the city—exhaust fumes and street food. I zipped it up, checked my hair in the ponytail, and smoothed my jeans. My hands were shaking just a little. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous energy in my chest. Everything had been so complicated lately—the secret messages from Adrian, the heavy feeling of his family’s expectations, and the memory of Richard’s eyes on me. I needed to move. I needed to feel like me again, not just a girl waiting for a call.I walked into where my little brother was. Cleo was sprawled on the couch, his eyes glued to the cartoons on TV.“Back to work?” he asked, not looking away from the screen.I walked over and ruffled his hair. “Just for a bit. I need to keep my head busy. Dinner is in the fridge. Don’t stay up too late, okay?”He gave me a thumbs-up. “Be safe, Lena.”I grabbed my helmet and the heavy insulated

Lena’s POV The last few days had been very quiet. Adrian and I were texting all the time. I would wake up to sweet messages, he would check on me during the day, and he sent me voice notes at night that made me blush. But we hadn't seen each other since the big family dinner. He told me he was very busy with meetings and business trips. He even sent me money and gifts. I kept telling myself it was nice. I told myself he was just working hard.But deep down, I felt like something was wrong. He kept me close, but he also kept his distance. And I was letting him do it.I was on the couch helping my little brother, Cleo, with his homework when my phone buzzed. It was Adrian.Adrian: Miss you. I’ll make it up to you soon.I smiled and quickly sent a reply. Cleo looked at me and grinned, but he didn't say anything.A few hours later, someone knocked on the door.I opened it and saw Adrian. He looked very handsome in his work shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He held a big gift bag and a bo

Professor Reeds POVI sat in the back seat and looked out the window. My body still buzzed from the night before. My muscles ached in a good way. Even though I took a shower before I left Clara’s house, I could still smell the sex on my skin.I closed my eyes. The memories hit me hard.I thought about Clara. She was so tight and wet. She was nervous at first, but Kendra knew exactly how to push her. I remembered fucking Clara from behind while Kendra kissed her. They were so young and beautiful. They submitted to me completely. They called me Daddy. They begged for more, their bodies shaking as I switched between them.We had to be quiet. Clara's mother was sleeping just down the hall.My cock grew hard in my pants just thinking about it. I could still taste them. I could still hear their soft moans.What the hell am I doing? I thought. I opened my eyes.I am a professor. They are my students. I fucked two of them in one of their bedrooms.The fear was sharp and real. The danger made

Clara’s POV I woke up with a jolt, my body heavy and warm, tangled in sheets that smelled like sweat, sex, and Reed.Bright sunlight poured through the gaps in my curtains, painting the room in soft gold. My eyes widened in horror as I registered how late it was. The house was too quiet, too still. My mom should have been moving around by now — making breakfast, humming in the kitchen, or calling my name.Oh God.Reed was still asleep beside me, his muscular arm draped heavily over my waist, his breathing deep and steady. His naked body pressed against mine, warm and solid. For a split second, I wanted to stay there, to curl back into him and forget everything. But panic won.I carefully lifted his arm, sliding out from under it inch by inch so I wouldn’t wake him. My heart hammered as I reached for my phone on the bedside table. It was vibrating — Kendra’s name flashing on the screen.I grabbed it and tiptoed quickly into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind me before answer

Clara’s POVI was right there — teetering on the edge of an intense, shattering orgasm.Reed’s thick cock was buried deep inside me as I rode him with desperate, rolling movements. My hips ground down hard, taking every inch of him while my walls clenched tightly around his shaft. My breasts bounced heavily with each motion, nipples stiff and sensitive. I was biting my lip so hard it hurt, trying to stay as quiet as possible, when —Knock. Knock. Knock.“Clara? Are you okay in there?”My mother’s voice cut through the darkness like ice water.Panic exploded through my entire body. My orgasm shattered before it could fully crest, leaving me trembling and frustrated. I quickly lifted myself off Reed’s cock with a wet, obscene sound. My pussy clenched hard at the sudden emptiness, still throbbing with unfulfilled need. Reed’s eyes widened in pure shock as I scrambled to pull the blanket over both of us.I placed a trembling finger on my lips, begging him silently to stay quiet.“I’m… I’m

Professor Reed’s POVThe night felt endless.I lay in Clara’s bed, heart still racing from the last round, my body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Clara was curled against me, breathing softly, her naked body warm and soft. For a moment, I allowed myself to enjoy it — the forbidden thrill of having two of my students in this room, the way they had moaned for me, the way their young, tight bodies had surrendered so completely.But the fear never left me.What the fuck am I doing? I thought, staring at the ceiling. Fucking my own students in one of their homes while her mother sleeps just downstairs… If we get caught, it’s over. My career. My reputation. Everything.I turned to Clara and whispered, “We should rest now. We need to wake up early so I can leave before your mom notices.”Clara looked up at me with those big, needy eyes. Even in the dark, I could see the hunger still burning there.“But Professor…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I still want more. Please… just a