Tutoring Sessions with Ace
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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