Page 22 of Perfect Professor

Adrianna slid her hands under Mickey’s shirt, splaying her fingers over the hard muscles of his chest. His breath hitched as she explored the planes and contours of his body, desire pooling low in her belly.

“Adrianna,” he groaned, even as his own hands came up to cup her face. His thumbs traced the line of her jaw in a feather-light caress that made her shiver. “This is dangerous territory we’re entering.”

“I know,” she whispered, leaning up on her toes to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “But it’s a risk I’m willing to take if it means being with you.”

Mickey made a low, tortured sound in the back of his throat. But when Adrianna gazed into his eyes, the desire burning in their depths told her all she needed to know.

He was hers.

Mickey crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her with a passion that stole her breath away. Adrianna melted into him, her hands sliding around to grip his back as she opened to the velvet stroke of his tongue.

They kissed as if they were drowning, clinging to each other with a desperation born of denied need and secret longing. The world fell away, and for Adrianna, there was nothing but the taste of Mickey’s lips and the feel of his body against hers.

When the kiss ended, they were both panting for breath. Mickey rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. “Damn you,” he rasped. “You’ve completely undone me.”

Triumph flickered through Adrianna, though she kept her tone light. “Now, now, Professor,” she chided. “There’s no need for that kind of language.”

Mickey huffed out a soft laugh and opened his eyes, desire and affection swirling in their depths. “What have I gotten myself into?” he wondered, even as he pulled her close again.

Adrianna just smiled and lifted her mouth to his once more.

Adrianna pulled back, her hands sliding down to grip Mickey’s. “We have to be careful,” she whispered, her expression turning serious.

Mickey’s expression hardened with resolve. “If anyone finds out, it could ruin us both.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know how we’re going to keep this a secret.”

“We’ll make it work,” Adrianna said. She reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb stroking along his jaw. “We’re both intelligent, rational adults. We can be discreet.”

Mickey turned his head to press a kiss to her palm, the gesture unexpectedly tender. “You’re right,” he said again, warmth flooding his gaze as he looked at her. “As long as we’re careful.”

Adrianna smiled, her heart swelling at the open affection in his eyes. She slid her hands around his neck and lifted up on her toes, bringing her mouth a hairsbreadth from his. “Now, Professor,” she purred, “how about we seal our little deal with a kiss?”

Mickey’s lips curved into a devastating smile. “I do believe that’s an excellent idea, Miss Rose,” he replied, lowering his head to capture her mouth in a searing kiss.

Adrianna melted into him with a soft moan, desire rippling through her as his hands slid down to grip her waist. They had agreed to be discreet, but in this moment, with Mickey’s body pressed to hers and his tongue tangling hotly with her own, Adrianna found she didn’t particularly care.

She wanted him, and she was going to have him. Secrets be damned.

Adrianna fisted her hands in Mickey’s hair, her mouth moving urgently against his as she pulled him closer. She could feel the hard length of him pressed against her belly, and it sent a spike of heat straight between her thighs.

Mickey groaned into her mouth, his hands dropping to grip her rear and haul her up against him. The sensation made Adrianna gasp, and she tore her lips from his to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw.

“Bed,” she panted against his skin, nipping at his earlobe. “Now.”

Mickey didn’t need to be told twice. He swooped down and caught her behind the knees, lifting her up and carrying her toward the bedroom as Adrianna wrapped her arms around his neck.

They tumbled onto the bed together in a tangle of limbs, all roaming hands and searching mouths. Adrianna’s blouse was open and Mickey’s belt undone before she even realized they were moving, driven by a frenzied need to be closer.

She gasped as Mickey’s mouth closed over her breast, back arching off the bed as he sucked hard at her nipple. Heat coiled in her belly and lower, and she fumbled between them to get her hands on his zipper, shoving his trousers down around his hips.

Mickey groaned against her skin and kicked the rest of his clothes off, then reached down to slide two fingers inside of her. Adrianna cried out at the sensation, inner walls clenching around him.

“Please,” she whimpered, writhing beneath him. She was so close already she could taste it, and she needed him inside of her before she came undone.

Mickey hushed her with a kiss, then replaced his fingers with the thick head of his cock, sliding into her in one slow thrust.

Adrianna keened at the feeling of being filled, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him in deeper.

This was madness, she knew. But as Mickey moved inside of her, Adrianna found she didn’t want to be sane.

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