All Chapters of PREGNANT FOR MY BILLIONAIRE PROFESSOR: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

My fingers dug frantically into the lacquered wood of the desk, my knuckles aching as I braced myself for the impact of him.Every single nerve ending in my body was screaming, pulsing, and completely begging for him to bridge the final millimeter between us.His burning weight pressed heavier against my back, a solid wall of pure muscle and scorching heat that locked me in place.The crown of his length was resting right at my entrance, twitching with a fierce, heavy demand through the agonizing slickness of my arousal."Dominic..." I choked out, a broken sob of pure anticipation escaping my throat as I tilted my hips back, completely desperate to be filled."I've got you," he growled darkly against the nape of my neck, his voice completely raw, his fingers digging into the flesh of my waist until it bruised. "I've got you, Alora."His hips tensed, his massive thighs locking as he prepared to drive himself completely inside me and shatter the final boundary between us.And then—*KN

DominicBy eight o’clock, his coffee had gone cold.Again.Dominic barely noticed.Stacks of assignments covered his desk, separated into neat piles according to tutorial groups. The morning sun spilled through the office windows, catching the edge of polished wood and turning the untouched mug beside his elbow into liquid gold.He reached for the next paper.The handwriting stopped him before the name did.Small.Quick.Sharp slants to the right.Margins filled with neat annotations.His fingers stilled.He didn’t need to read the cover page.He already knew whose paper it was.A quiet irritation settled somewhere beneath his ribs.Annoying.He turned it over anyway.Alora Vale.He exhaled slowly.Without reading another line, he placed it beneath the rest of the pile and picked up someone else’s assignment instead.Mitchell.Average.Predictable.He read two paragraphs.None of it registered.His eyes drifted back to the previous paper.Again.His jaw tightened.Ridiculous.He had g

Alora spent the entire walk to class trying not to think about the previous night.Unfortunately, her brain had other plans.Every few minutes she would remember something Daniel had said.Then she’d smile.Then she’d immediately become annoyed with herself.Then she’d smile again.It was a vicious cycle.“You’re doing it.”Alora groaned.“Cassie.”“You are.”“Cassie.”“The smiling thing.”“I’m not smiling.”“You absolutely are.”Alora rolled her eyes and pushed open the lecture hall doors.The room was already filling.Students settled into seats.Coffee cups everywhere.Half the class looked sleep-deprived.The other half looked dead.Medical school.As God intended.Cassie dropped into a seat beside her.Alora opened her notebook.Tried focusing.Failed.Her mind drifted back to dinner.Daniel laughing.Daniel telling stories about his sisters.Daniel remembering random things she said.Daniel somehow making two hours feel like twenty minutes.The memory warmed her unexpectedly.A

The bookstore smelled like paper, dust, and coffee.Alora loved it.Most days.Today she was tired.Her shift had started almost two hours ago, and she was currently crouched on the floor trying to organize a shelf someone had completely destroyed.She was halfway through alphabetizing a row of medical textbooks when a familiar voice spoke above her.“That looks painful.”Alora looked up.Daniel.Of course.He stood at the end of the aisle holding two books and wearing that annoyingly relaxed smile.Alora groaned.“You followed me.”“I did not.”“You absolutely did.”“I came here voluntarily.”“You don’t even read.”Daniel looked offended.“I read.”“No.”“Yes.”“No.”“Yes.”She pointed at the books in his hands.“What are those?”Daniel looked down.Then looked back up.Then sighed.“Fine.”Alora burst out laughing.“I knew it.”“They were near the entrance.”“You picked random books.”“I panicked.”“You panicked?”“There was pressure.”“There was literally no pressure.”“There was b