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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I needed a roommate. What I got was Ace, tattooed, arrogant, and infuriatingly gorgeous. He breezed into my apartment like he owned it, with that cocky smile and a body that makes focusing on my studies nearly impossible.
The walls are thin. Too thin. Every night, I hear things I shouldn’t. And worse… I start fantasizing about things I shouldn't.
I tell myself that he’s a distraction I can’t afford but when he offers to tutor me in things that have nothing to do with textbooks, I’m not sure I can resist.
One touch. One kiss. One lesson I’ll never forget.
Living with Ace was meant to be temporary. Falling for him? That was never part of the plan.