Page 28 of One Night With My Grumpy Professor Daddy

“Drake!” She cries out into my neck, muffling the sound into the collar of my blazer. I hold her while she pulses around me, quaking her release. After she comes, I place her down. Pull down her gown and watch her face relax. She reaches for me, but I don’t let her. “We don’t have time for that. Plus, I want you to know that this is a promise that next time, I’m not taking it easy.”

“Go on…you have a program to attend.”

“Yes… Professor, she winks.” And walks out while I adjust my zipper and tie. After a few minutes, I calm down and walk out of the class to head to the men’s room, but there, standing outside the door, staring up at me, stopping me dead in my tracks, is that girl Monica. She gasps.

“ Oh, Professor Drake?”

Chapter fifteen

Ava

“You did what?”

I let the tension sink in a little by not saying anything as her hand went over her slightly parted lips. After a few seconds of tormenting silence for Daphne, I smile a little.

“You know I live for your tales?”

“But why are you telling me this when you know I can’t talk about it?”

“Because I know you’ll pressure me to spill, and I can’t exactly be talking about having sex with my professor at an orphanage, can I?”

“Are you sure no one saw you?”

“Well, there was that student that came by, but I doubt she saw anything. Remember, we saw her at the mall with Ana... that girl Monica.”

“Oh yeah?” I shrug. “Something about the way she looked at him bothered me. It was a brief second, but I caught it. Sort of like a jealous girlfriend. It’s hard to explain how I know... we can chalk it up to…” “Woman’s intuition,” Daphne completes.

“Yup, sounds about right. I heard she has a crush on him. Everyone knows.” Daphne rolls her eyes. “Oh. So, she’s that type of girl.”

I laugh. That’s the thing between Daphne and me. Most of what passes between us is unspoken. We arrive at the Inn, where we agreed to volunteer. The place is closed for the weekend, so our group decided to host a children’s art show.

“Anyway, it’s a good thing she didn’t see anything. Girls like her are usually snitches.” I bring up something more important because I’m sick of talking about Monica. It’s been like an uncomfortable nudge in my chest. “And girls like you keep mystery men away from their best friends.” Her eyes flicker with a look I can’t read.

“And girls like you are turned on by domination.” Daphne and I are now in the supply office.

“Daphne,” I gasp and look around. “ Really? Be quiet.” I pick up the box of colored pencils from the floor.

“And between us and the kids we’re supposed to watch, there’s nothing but a thin wall. And Kids have sharp ears.”

“And kids who misbehave will be punished,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows. I roll my eyes, growing flush and say, “Do you think it’s weird that I love it when he commands me?”

“You’re way past weird my friend.” Gathering what we need out of the supply room at the back of the Inn, we head to the main entrance.

“Weird is having sex with a man you just met and calling it the best sex of your life. Weird is thinking about that sex with him nonstop for four years, then recreating that moment in your professor’s office who just happens to be the same hunky guy…now that’s weird.”

“Really, Daphne, how many times are you going to say the word sex? Do you want the whole Inn to know that I’m having sex?“ I ask, even though she lowered her voice to a whisper.

“With the way your face flushes anytime I say sex, I won’t have to tell anyone.” She smiles. “The point is, I’ve known you forever. This, whatever it is you have with your professor that, can’t be compared to anyone you’ve had before. That’s what’s weird, just saying.” She’s right. Things with Drake are…different. Especially how my blood burns when we make simple eye contact, and how my body reacts to his most basic touch, all I can think of is being around him, consumed by every part of him.

Then I hear his voice. His deep laugh sends chills down my spine. My head snaps, and when I don’t see anything, I turn to Daphne.

“You hear that too, right?” my heart’s racing. “Please tell me I’m not going crazy.” She nods her head, looking surprised, too. Her eyes are wide, locked over my shoulder, and when I turn back, it’s Drake. He’s laughing and saying something to the kids he’s walking with. A couple of the little girls in the group giggle, looking at him like he’s some kind of magical being.

I can relate to that.

Then, as if he senses my gaze, he looks up. “Ava?”

Even though Daphne is standing beside me, looking as beautiful as always, his eyes don’t stray from me once.

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