They stayed like that for several minutes, their breathing the only sound in the room. The rain continued to lash against the window, blurring the city lights outside.Sterling slowly withdrew, his cock sliding out with a wet, sucking sound. He looked down at the mess—the spilled ink, the scattered papers, and the cream-colored fluid mixing with her juices on the dark wood."I suppose this concludes the lesson on audacity," he whispered.Clara laughed, a breathless, shaky sound. She reached up, tracing the line of his jaw."I think I need extra credit," she said.Sterling smiled, a genuine, dangerous expression. He leaned down and kissed her again, slower this time, his tongue swirling against hers in a lazy, possessive dance.Over the next month, the office became their sanctuary. They established a rhythm—publicly cold, privately feral. In the lecture halls, Sterling remained the tyrant, and Clara remained the provocateur. But the moment the door clicked shut in the evenings, the ma
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