Page 20 of Hot Professor (Tainted Professors)

My hot professor laughs darkly against my ear, sending an exquisite shiver through me before he utters one word that sparks a new light inside me. “Mine.”

Chapter 10

Harrison

Imight have made a big fucking mistake.

But I don't have the balls to regret it.

In fact, I'm going to do it again.

I roll to my side, taking Ivy with me, tucking her back into my chest while we catch our breath. I run my fingers through her hair like I once imagined, then ghost them down her arm and over her hip, where I settle my hand possessively.

Her breath hitches. “That was… wow.”

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”I can't believe she gave me her virginity. I should have stopped right there when she confessed. I almost did. But I couldn't ignore the pleading look in her eyes, knowing that if it wasn't me, it would be some other random guy who might not give a damn about her well-being. About trying to make it as good for her as possible. But that’s not the only reason.

When she mentioned the scandal, fearful I’d send her packing, many thoughts raced through my head. I instantly compared the two situations. That was strictly a one-night stand. There were no emotions involved. I didn’t continuously think about her day after day, night after night like I do Ivy. Hell, I don’t remember what she looked like never mind the littledetails like hair or eye color, how she smelled, how she felt. Her little quirks. Ivy’s features and scent are ingrained in my brain. I’m getting to know her little idiosyncrasies and I can’t wait to learn more.

“No.”

“Let me get a warm cloth and clean you up.”I start to get up, but she stops me.

“I can do that.”

“No. You stay here, and I'll be right back.”

I climb from the bed and stroll into my bathroom, where I remove and discard the condom, take a piss, and then grab a cloth to clean myself. Then I grab a clean one, soak it well under warm water, and rinse it. When I return to the bed, she's under the covers, the sheet pulled up to her chin. She looks adorably sweet.

And young.

And no longer innocent.

Her green eyes glow, and her cheeks flush. With a tug, I remove the sheet from her fingers' grip and peel it away.

God, she's stunning.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I nudge her legs apart. I squeeze water from the cloth, letting it drizzle down over her flesh before I tenderly wipe her clean, taking care to keep an eye on her expression to see if she's sore anywhere I touch. I catch her watching my every move. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I'm not.”

I laugh softly. “I don't believe you.”

“Okay, maybe a little.”

When I'm satisfied I've done all I can, I toss the damp cloth onto my bedside table and then crawl back in beside her. Lowering my head, I take a nipple between my lips and swirl my tongue around it until it's a hardened pebble. I lovehow responsive she is. And it amazes me how quickly my body responds to hers.

She gasps softly, turns toward me, and slips her hand around my neck to hold me close.

The taste of her skin is incredible. I nuzzle my face into her cleavage, inhaling deeply as I lick a path to her other nipple.Her heart races beneath my ear, and her fingers curl into my hair. I grin against her skin, knowing how much this turns her on.

Ivy's breath hitches as I suck, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat. Her hips buck, coming into contact with my already hard cock. Shifting her onto her back, I move lower, trailing kisses down her stomach until I reach the nest of silky hair between her legs. Dipping my head, I sweep my lips against her clit. Nothing illicit, closed-mouth nudge, but she groans loudly and arches off the bed, mewling for more when I tease that tiny nub with my tongue and lips.

“Are you tender or in any pain?”I hate the thought of her hurting.

She shakes her head.

I know she must be, at least a little as I lick and nip at her sensitive folds. But her scent is intoxicating, and my cock twitches against my stomach, begging to feel her clenching around me again.

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