Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
Not with everything going on.
He pulls back, licking his lips, his eyes glinting with that dangerous mix of desire and madness. “You say that now, Tiny Demon,” he whispers, his hands sliding lower, teasing. “But I can tell ya wishin’ we weren’t so busy.” His grin is feral, like a wolf on the hunt, and he leans in again, biting at my neck this time, playful but still wild.
I shove him back, breathless, laughing despite myself. “We don’t have time for this, Joker! You need to focus. We need to focus,” I say, trying to pull myself together, though every inch of me is still buzzing from his touch.