SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST
Wyatt, however, stayed right where he was, blocking my way.
His gaze locked onto mine, sharp and assessing, with one brow raised slightly.
“What do you think you’re doing, Mister Wright?” His voice was low, and firm, cutting straight through me.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I stood there frozen. The plug shifted slightly inside me as I shifted my weight, and my heart pounded harder. My cock was already half-hard from earlier, pressing uncomfortably against my jeans, and I tightened my grip on my bag, praying he wouldn’t notice.