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't think twice.
She thought it was only going to be that once. Only to walk into her lecture hall the next morning and come face to face with the same man. He was her professor.
Now he wants everything, her time, her body, her mind. And every time she tries to walk away, she's pulled in deeper.
The closer she gets, the more she realizes the club, the money, the way he chose her, none of it was random.
Someone wanted her in his world.