Tutoring Sessions with Ace
Elsie Penna
His hand pressed against the wall beside my head, his breath hot against my ear.
“You’re blushing again, professor,” Ace whispered, his voice low, sinful.
I swallowed, trying to steady myself, but my body betrayed me, arching towards him, aching for more. “You’re too close,” I managed, my voice unsteady.
He smirked, brushing his lips over my jaw, slow and deliberate. “Then tell me to stop.”
I should have. God, I should have...
Instead, I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him to me. His mouth crashed over mine, hungry and rough, and the world outside his disappeared.
I thought living with him would be the worst decision of my life.
Turns out, it might be the hottest.
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I needed a roommate. What I got was Ace, tattooed, arrogant, and infuriatingly gorgeous. He breezed into my apartment like he owned it, with that cocky smile and a body that makes focusing on my studies nearly impossible.
The walls are thin. Too thin. Every night, I hear things I shouldn’t. And worse… I start fantasizing about things I shouldn't.
I tell myself that he’s a distraction I can’t afford but when he offers to tutor me in things that have nothing to do with textbooks, I’m not sure I can resist.
One touch. One kiss. One lesson I’ll never forget.
Living with Ace was meant to be temporary. Falling for him? That was never part of the plan.