My Professor Owns My Nights
"Oh, fuck," I said aloud, grabbing the sheets harder.
His hands found my breasts and he squeezed them slowly, his mouth trailing down until he was blowing warm air against me. He shifted my pants to the side, fingers rubbing slow circles over my clit before pressing a soft kiss there.
Then his tongue rolled over it, unhurried, like he had all night.
"Damien," I whispered.
He didn't stop. Didn't even look up. Just kept going, steady and deliberate, until my fingers twisted deeper into the sheets and my whole body forgot how to be still.
Mia Calloway was running out of options fast.
Her mother was going to die if she didn't do something, and when she heard about the club, she didn'
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