Page 14 of One Night With My Grumpy Professor Daddy

“Sounds good, I could use it.”

I sit sullenly and wait for my best friend. I’m lucky she stuck with me over the years—Daphne was by my side like a rock when my family scandal was splashed all over the news. She didn’t care that no one wanted to be associated with my family. She was there then like she is now.

Sitting in the lounge, I’m still feeling all sorts of raging emotions clashing in my mind.

“So, what are you going to do?” Daphne asks.

“Nothing, Daph. I’m going to go to my classes like I’ve been doing.”

“Do you still have feelings for him?”

“I bet he still does.” She says, wiggling her brows.

“I don’t have time to think about that.”

“Oh well,” She nods and pushes a drink in my direction. “At least you can forget it all for today.”

“Yes, at least I can forget for now, and I’ll pretend we were never together.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Daphne raises her glass, and we toast before downing our drinks.

A few shots later, I’m back in my room, tucked in bed. I might be able to risk a couple of drinks on a weekday, but I make up for it by getting into bed early enough to sleep it off.

Drinks with Daphne helped me realize one thing – I might have chosen to ignore the man, but I can’t forget the way my body reacts when I see him.

I close my eyes and try to sleep; all I can see are the eyes that have been in my dreams for years. Now that I have a name to go with the face, I can’t get it out of my head.

Drake Armstrong

The thought of him consumes me—my skin tingles with the phantom touch of his fingers, and my breath hitches at the remembered taste of his lips. The weight of unfinished business hangs heavily in the air, and I know I’ve got to confront my emotions head-on. I find myself unable to resist the pull of desire any longer.

Closing my eyes, I allow my mind to wander back to that night, causing the spot between my legs to pulse, and I squeeze my thighs to feel some form of relief, but it doesn’t help. My mind is pestering me with images of that night. The crashing of the waves, the cool sand beneath me, the warmth of his touch, and the way his eyes met mine ignited a fire within my soul. My fingers trace a path along my body; I surrender to the rising tide of my desire. My heartbeat increases, my body’s taut, and my panties dampen.

I pinch my nipples, one hardened nub after the other, squeeze and tweak till I can’t take it anymore. His presence is palpable, as if he’s here with me, touching me, sending shivers down my spine. Even after four years, the memory is fresh, as though it happened yesterday.

I rub my swollen clit in sweet circular motions sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. I imagine Drake telling me I’m spectacular over and over like he did that night. And my stomach coils, pleasure gathers and tightens in my abdomen.

“Mmm, oh God.”

My breathing comes out in sharp bursts, and my body quakes. I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my cry from my climax.

As I lie there, spent and contemplative in my tangled sheets, I make a silent promise to myself. This cannot happen again. I can’t lose focus on my goal. My plan is simple, get my degree and get out.

Chapter eight

Drake

Beep beep!

I reach over the table to turn off the alarm, exhausted from not getting sleep for the third night in a row. I sit up on the bed with a groan and run my hands down my face.

She was here again last night in my dreams— I have an aching morning wood to show for it. I can’t stop thinking about seeing her in class. I painfully make my way to the bathroom to catch a cold shower.

This routine is becoming ridiculous.

Even though I can usually shut my thoughts and urges down, it’s getting harder these days, especially after she just popped up in my class.

The cold water pelts my skin as I sit for a few minutes, but my cock’s still painfully hard. I go with plan B.

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