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I arched an eyebrow.

“That would not be decent, Elle.”

“Right,” she muttered and her gaze dropped, blushing pink to the tips of her ears.

I felt her begin to retreat, pulling away. But I closed the distance between us and kissed her.

Elle whimpered against my mouth. The next thing I knew, she climbed into my lap, straddling me. I grabbed her hips, coaxing her into a slow, grinding roll against my cock. I could feel her through the thin fabric of her pajamas—the slick neediness of her pussy, the soft warmth of her body.

I fumbled at the zipper of her coat and dragged it down until I saw the oversized gray t-shirt she wore. My t-shirt. She kept it.

Why did that make a possessive little thrill rocket up my spine?

Because it was proof that she didn’t see me as a quick fuck for the novelty of it like other students would have—eager to sleep with me for bragging rights. She wore my clothes for comfort, to feel safe when the world was against her.

I slipped one hand under her shirt, pleased to find no sign of a bra to slow me down. Elle gasped as I cupped her breast in my hand, rubbing her nipple with my thumb. My clothes against her bare skin was too much to take. I arched my hips up, savoring the way her breath hitched when the bulge of my cock met the apex of her thighs.

No underwear either, judging by the damp spot on her pajamas.

Elle shimmied out of her coat and let it drop to the floor. The air between us practically crackled with sexual tension, frantically grasping at each other, grinding, tongues tangled together.

I was going to hell for this.

Chapter 7

Elle

Every nerve in my body buzzed like a live wire. Stonebridge’s big hands encircled my waist, pushing my shirt up over my head. When his mouth closed around my nipple with slick heat, my brain short-circuited.

This isn’t what I came here for. I needed to talk—to hear someone sane, someone reasonable who actually believed in me. If I spoke to an advisor about my classes, I was worried the influence of my father’s money would taint them.

Professor Stonebridge was the only one who saw me for who I was. Not Giselle, not a member of the Roche family. Just Elle.

I threaded my fingers into his hair as the world melted away with every flick and swirl of his tongue. When his teeth scraped my nipple and ended in a teasing pinch, I whined with desperation, squirming on his lap.

His cock throbbed beneath me.

In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help feeling a little satisfaction at the memory of all those students theorizing about how big his dick was. They were right.

“Professor—” I pleaded, gripping his shoulders for stability and pressing myself down on that throbbing, insistent ridge in his pants. Thank God I wasn’t in his class anymore. I would never be able to focus again.

He pulled back to look up at me.

“As long as you’re sitting half naked in my lap,” he said. “You should call me Vincent. Save Professor Stonebridge for the classroom.”

I pressed my lips together, but I failed to hide the little smile that tugged at the corner of my mouth.

“All right, Vincent.” I loved the way his name rolled off my tongue. Plucking at the buttons of his shirt, I traced my fingers over every inch of skin I revealed. “You’re a bit overdressed for the occasion.”

“You seem to be taking care of that problem for me,” he replied.

I hummed in agreement as I finished with the last button and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Fuck me, he was gorgeous. It’s a shame he hid all this tight muscle under so many clothes. He sucked in a breath and his abs flexed when my knuckles grazed his ribs.

“Ticklish?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“Liar,” I said with a smirk.

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