All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me: Chapter 201 - Chapter 208

Killian Davenport I clench my jaw and stay silent, but my cock is fully hard now, pressing against the front of my trousers. She sees it. Of course she does. Her eyes flick down, linger, and that smile widens.She reaches behind her back. The bra unhooks. She holds the cups against her chest for a second longer than necessary, teasing, before letting it fall. Her breasts spill free, full, soft, nipples already tight. She walks to the bed, climbs on, and sits against the headboard with her legs loosely bent. Across from me. Perfect view.Then she cups them.Both hands. Thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow circles. She pinches lightly, rolls them between her fingers, and a soft sound slips out of her throat. My hands tighten on the arms of the chair. My cock throbs, heavy and aching.She looks straight at me while she does it.“You’re not allowed to touch,” she whispers. “Not yet.”I groan low in my chest. She immediately presses a finger to her lips.“Shh. Don’t move.”I stay

Killian Davenport By the time we visit my mother, the reality of my departure has become part of the ordinary rhythm of our days.Not a shadow hanging over every conversation. Not something Elena and I have to keep examining to make sure it hasn’t changed shape overnight.It is simply there.I have arrangements to finish. She has work to do. We have evenings together, and we make the most of them without pretending we can stop time.I take her to see Barbara in the late afternoon.Elena knows where we’re going before we reach the house because she recognizes the turn onto the familiar street.“Your mother said she wanted to see me,” she says, looking at me.“She did.”“When did she tell you that?”“Yesterday.”“And you didn’t think to tell me?”“I didn’t realize I needed your permission to visit my mother.”She turns toward me slowly.I keep my expression neutral.“You’re going to regret saying that.”“I’m already regretting it.”She smiles triumphantly and reaches for my hand as

Elena Carson By four thirty in the afternoon, I have checked the time so many times that I’m beginning to suspect my phone is doing it on purpose.Every time I look at the screen, the numbers seem to mock me.Four thirty-two.Four thirty-five.Four thirty-eight.I have exactly one hour left at Holland Enterprise, and for once, I am not thinking about the report sitting on my desk, the emails I still need to answer, or the list of things my supervisor expects me to finish before the end of the week.I’m thinking about Killian’s suitcase.More specifically, I’m thinking about the fact that tomorrow morning, he will close it, leave his penthouse, and get on a plane to England.Tomorrow.I’ve been aware of the countdown for days. I’ve watched it approach while pretending I can handle it, and I can. I still can. I’ve gone to work, completed assignments, laughed with my colleagues, and spent my evenings with him. I haven’t abandoned my responsibilities or spent every waking hour asking him

Elena Carson He removes the tissue paper carefully, and when he sees the album, he goes still.Not dramatically. Not in a way that would be obvious to anyone who doesn’t know him.But I know him.His fingers pause against the cover, and his eyes move over the gold lettering.Us.He looks at me.I suddenly become very aware of how ridiculous my heartbeat is.“I wanted to give you something you could take with you,” I explain. “Something that wouldn’t take up too much space. And I thought—well, I thought we had a lot of photographs, and I didn’t want them all sitting on our phones where we’d probably never look at half of them again.”He says nothing.I start to panic.“It’s probably silly. I know it’s not the most practical gift, and you can get all the pictures digitally, but I thought it would be nice to have something you could actually hold, and—”“Elena.”I stop.He looks at me with an expression so gentle that I forget what I was saying.“Thank you.”Two words.That’s all h