Lahat ng Kabanata ng In My Professor's Arms : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Morning light pours through the wide windows of my brand-new apartment. Golden streaks splash across the hardwood floor and bounce off the unpacked boxes scattered everywhere. The boxes look like a giant, chaotic puzzle someone dumped in the middle of my living room.The city is already waking up outside. I can hear the faint buzz of traffic and smell fresh bread drifting up from the bakery downstairs. It mixes with the greasy ghost of last night’s pizza still clinging to my fingers. I stretch under the blanket Sophie and I shared. Every muscle aches from yesterday’s move. The blanket slides off and pools on the floor, soft and rumpled.Sophie is already awake. Her bright laughter floats in from the kitchen. The sound tugs me out of bed like a lifeline. I tug on an oversized hoodie. The fabric feels warm and loose against my skin. This place still feels foreign, but it’s starting to feel like mine.I pad barefoot into the kitchen. Sophie is dancing. A pop

Morning sunlight pours through the wide windows of my new apartment. Golden beams dance across half-unpacked boxes and the tangled nest of blankets where Sophie and I collapsed last night. The air carries the cheerful chirp of birds outside. It mixes with the deep, comforting smell of fresh coffee brewing in the kitchen. I can hear her in there already. She hums some ridiculous pop song completely off-key. The sound makes me smile before my eyes even open.I stretch under the sheets. My body feels heavy and perfectly rested. Every muscle remembers yesterday’s moving chaos and last night’s giggling exhaustion. My joints pop as I extend my arms overhead. The cotton sheets slide against my bare legs. I sit up slowly and grab the first thing I see. One of my loose sleep tees. I tug it on. The hem brushes mid-thigh and feels like the softest hug.I pad toward the kitchen. The hardwood floor is cool beneath my feet. Sophie stands at the stove in nothing but an oversized

Morning sun pours through the wide windows of my new apartment. It casts a warm golden glow over the unpacked boxes. The light also highlights the empty space where Sophie’s energy used to fill every corner. The air hangs still. It carries the faint bitterness of last night’s coffee. That scent clings to the curtains like a stubborn ghost.I stand by the window. The city hums below me. It sounds like a distant heartbeat that refuses to quicken for anyone but me. My bare feet press against the cool hardwood floor. I wrap my arms around myself. The sweater feels soft against my skin.The silence presses in hard after Sophie’s departure. The breakup with José still lingers. It creates a quiet ache deep in my chest. But beneath that pain stirs another pull. It is a shadow I buried months ago. I buried it after the last time I was with Victor. That happened in a dimly lit hotel room. His hands claimed every inch of me there. His voice growled low against my ear while he

The private office at Aurora Press feels alive with quiet intensity. City lights filter through the half-drawn blinds. They cast a soft, golden shimmer across the room. The air grows thick with the woody scent of Victor’s cologne. It mingles with the faint musk of my own arousal. My black dress clings to my skin. The fabric pulls taut against my curves as I stand close to him. His hand rests on my waist. The warmth seeps through the material. His fingers feel firm yet gentle. They carry a promise from this charged moment. My heart pounds hard inside my chest. Memories of our hotel night flood back without warning. I remember his cock stretching me wide. I remember his lips claiming every inch of me. Now the romance ignites even hotter. A beautiful heat builds between us and refuses to cool.He steps closer. His chest grazes mine. The fabric of his shirt feels rough against my nipples. They harden instantly under my dress. His eyes lock with mine. They look dark and hungry b

The private office at Aurora Press hums with the raw heat radiating from our bodies. City lights flicker through the half-drawn blinds. They cast a golden sheen across the wide desk where I lie sprawled on my stomach. My breasts press flat into the cool wood. My nipples feel raw from all the friction against the surface. Victor stands behind me. His thick cock pulses right at my entrance. The swollen head teases my slick folds. His strong hands grip my hips tightly. He leaves red marks that throb with every single breath I take.The romance between us burns hotter than anything else in the room. It feels like a beautiful fire in the way he touches me. His love weaves straight into the raw desire. He pauses for a moment. His broad chest presses warm against my back. His hot breath fans across the back of my neck. My pussy clenches hard. It aches desperately for him. The edge of an orgasm already hovers so close. Then he thrusts forward. He slides in deep. The stretch creates