All Chapters of In My Professor's Arms : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The air carries the faint vanilla scent from the candle that burned out on the nightstand. It mixes with the crisp freshness of a brand-new morning. I stretch slowly. My joints pop with relief. The sheets feel cool and smooth against my bare skin. I turn my head and look at Victor. He lies beside me. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. His face looks peaceful while he sleeps. The chaos of Clara’s arrest feels distant now. The apology and the social media firestorm seem like memories from someone else’s life. I smile to myself. My heart finally settles. I savor this quiet moment with him.I slip out of bed carefully. The hardwood floor creaks under my bare feet. I grab his shirt from the chair. The fabric feels soft and warm against my skin. His woody scent wraps around me like a comforting hug. I pad into the kitchen. The cold tiles shock my soles at first. I turn on the coffee maker. It gurgles to life and breaks the morning silence. The bitter aroma of fresh cof

The morning sun pours through the tall windows of my studio apartment. Golden light floods every corner. It dances across the cluttered canvases stacked against the walls. It spills over the paint-streaked hardwood floor. It even warms the worn leather couch where I wake up. My body buzzes from a night of fitful dreams. The air carries the sharp tang of turpentine mixed with the rich, earthy scent of fresh oil paint. Those smells wrap around me like an old friend. Hailey left last night, but her lavender perfume still lingers as a faint whisper in the room.I stretch slowly. My joints pop with the motion. The soft, worn cotton of my oversized shirt brushes against my skin. My phone vibrates on the rickety side table. The screen shows an unknown number. I swipe to answer. My heart skips a beat when a smooth voice cuts through the line.“José, this is Marcus from Horizon Gallery. Your work is gaining serious traction. Are you interested in a solo show?”I fr

The afternoon sun pours through the tall windows of Horizon Gallery. Golden light washes over the crowded room. My heart pounds with pride and nerves. The air crackles with excitement. People talk in low, eager voices. Wine glasses clink softly. Jazz notes float from hidden speakers. Expensive perfume mixes with the deep red wine. Underneath it all, I smell the fresh paint from my canvases. Hailey holds my hand. Her emerald dress glows next to me. Her fingers squeeze mine. She keeps me steady while the crowd presses closer.Leo moves toward us. He towers over everyone. His dark hair has silver threads that catch the light. His sharp suit fits him perfectly. Confidence rolls off him in waves. His eyes find mine. A slow smile lifts his mouth. Hailey leans close. Her breath tickles my ear.“Go on,” she whispers.I step forward. The polished floor shines under my shoes. I offer my hand. My skin is rough from years of holding brushes. His grip is warm and stron

The penthouse air grows heavy and thick. Leo’s whisper lands against my cheek. “You’re captivating.” His breath feels hot and teasing. The jazz music fades into a low, sultry hum in the background. It is past eleven o’clock at night. The city skyline glimmers through the massive window. It stands as a silent witness to the tension that coils tighter and tighter inside me.His hand still covers mine. His thumb traces slow, deliberate circles on my skin. The friction sends electric shivers racing up my arm. I lean in closer. The space between us disappears completely. Our lips collide in a fierce, hungry kiss.His mouth claims mine with force. It tastes tangy from the whiskey and raw with pure desire. His tongue plunges deep. It strokes with such intense hunger that my core throbs in response. A soft moan spills from my lips. I press my body harder against his. The velvet couch creaks beneath our shifting weight.His hands slide up my arms. The roughness of

The evening air kisses my skin with a teasing chill as Leo drags me down the penthouse hallway. The city lights blur into a distant, glowing haze that feels like pure indulgence. My pussy throbs with a wicked blend of nerves and overwhelming lust. Those filthy scenes from the movie keep replaying in my mind. We burst into his private cinema. The door slams shut behind us with a resounding thud that mirrors the desperate ache building inside me.The room swallows us in velvet darkness. Only the flickering red glow from the massive screen breaks through. It casts erotic shadows across the plush leather seats. The air hangs heavy with the buttery scent of old popcorn mixed with the raw, musky promise of sex. A low, throbbing soundtrack pulses through the speakers. Moans and sharp slaps from the pornographic film echo around us. They soak straight into my panties. Leo flips on the projector. The atmosphere shifts instantly into something primal. It hardens his cock and drenches