THE PROFESSOR'S SECRET GIRL
Her first orgasm hit like a tidal wave—her body seizing, walls clamping down so hard Alex groaned deep in his chest.
But he didn’t stop. He drove faster.
“That one was just the warm-up,” he whispered against her ear as she went limp. “Now I want the second. And the third. Until Cedric’s name is gone from your head.”
Selly could only cry and nod, her body entirely his tonight.
Outside the room, the big house lay silent.
Cedric slept soundly upstairs.
Helena, most likely, too.
And in this small guest room, there was only ragged breathing, soaked sheets, and two people trapped in a hell too sweet to call sin.