THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
“We’re leaving. And you’re deleting every copy. Tonight. Or tomorrow’s headlines read: Dean Thornton Blackmails Student and Professor in Sex Scandal Cover-Up.”
He took my hand firm, unyielding and pulled me toward the door.
Lila reached for me. “Noah”
“Don’t,” I said. “Not tonight.”
We left her standing there, Thornton behind her desk, face ashen.
In the elevator down, Elliott pinned me to the wall mouth crashing over mine, tongue claiming, hand sliding between my legs to cup my cock through my jeans. He stroked roughly, possessively.
“Mine,” he growled against my lips. “No one else’s.”