Page 96 of Monster's Baby

“Make the most of your last year,” the professor advised.“Don’t rush into things.You’ve got your whole lives ahead of you.”

“Noted,” Aiden said quietly.

“Now shoo.You have until tomorrow to move your things out of that room.”

“Tomorrow?”Aiden asked, brightening.

Professor Dunlop rolled his eyes.“You heard me.Don’t make me repeat it.I don’t want to know.”

I giggled and tugged on Aiden’s hand.“Come on, let’s go pack our things.”

We left the office on the third floor, not far from our room, and I patted the door as we passed through it, grateful that we didn’t have to walk up the stairs.

“We don’t have to pack if we have until tomorrow,” Aiden said, pulling me as close as he could and still be able to walk.

“We should pack a little bit at least,” I said.“How about for each part of the room we pack up, we lose an article of clothing?”

He grinned and opened our door for us.“I like it.But you have one more piece of clothing than me.You should take something off now.”

“Are you sure about that?”I asked playfully.

Aiden groaned and adjusted his cock in his jeans.“Darling, please tell me you’re not wearing underwear.”

I pressed against his chest, standing on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear.“I’m not wearing underwear,” I repeated dutifully.

“Fuck, how am I supposed to concentrate when you do things like that?”he demanded.

I shrugged and stepped out of his reach, heading into the bathroom to collect my toiletries.“I don’t know, but if you want to play the game, you’re going to have to.”

A low growl was my only answer to that, and I smiled to myself.

Toiletries gathered and placed in their carry-basket, I brought it into the main room and placed it on the desk.

“First item, check,” I said, and wiggled out of my fuzzy pink sweater, dropping it on the desk chair.

Aiden looked over at me from the closet, his eyes snapping with fire.“That color looks amazing on you,” he murmured.

I glanced down at the deep green lace bra I was wearing.“You like it?”I asked, trailing my fingers along the edge of the cup.

“You need to stop doing that,” Aiden growled, throwing the clothing he was holding into the bag hovering beside him.

“Doing what?”I asked, turning to the top of the dresser, where my hair and makeup things were.I swept them into the toiletries basket with a quick spell.

When I turned back to Aiden, he had stripped out of his shirt, and was practically on top of me.“Allow me to rid you of your next article of clothing,” he said, his long fingers deftly undoing the clasp between my breasts.The two sides sprang apart, my breasts spilling into his hands.“Fuck,” he muttered, running his thumbs over my nipples.

They hardened under his touch, drawing in and standing at attention.

“I still have clothes in the closet,” I murmured.

“Who the fuck cares?”Aiden asked rhetorically, bending and licking over the tip of my nipple.He groaned and latched on, biting gently and flicking over the skin between his teeth.

“Ah— Aiden!”I gasped, gripping his hair with both hands.“I thought we had a deal.”

“Don’t care.Need you now.”His hands traveled down my back to my ass, hauling my skirt up until it bunched around my waist and he could squeeze my bare flesh.

Every touch sent sparks through my nervous system, making me hornier.I craved him.

“Get on the bed,” I panted.

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