Page 33 of One Night With My Grumpy Professor Daddy

Chapter eighteen

Drake

Ava feels like heaven.

Being inside her is all the therapy I need. And now I can’t imagine living without her— the thought puts a cold pit in my stomach. The minutes tick by, and I lay here watching the rise and fall of her breathing as she sleeps. My eyes fixed, observing her beautiful face, I take in this moment as if she’s mine. Ava sighs and begins to stir. It’s 9:00 pm. I’m glad Zoe’s with my mother. So, I just have to make sure no one sees me leave here on my way out.

“Mmm,” Ava sighs again, her eyes flutter. She’s even more beautiful when she sleeps. Her eyes are still shut, but I can tell from her breathing that she’s waking up.

How long can this last? I put that thought out of my mind and wrap my arms around her, placing a kiss on her shoulder. She moans and pushes her ass into me.

“Hey kitten, are you awake?” Her eyes flutter, and a small smile appears on her face. But she maintains her sleeping act. Ava pushes her ass against me again, and I instantly harden, ready to sink myself inside her.

Unable to resist, I kiss her soft shoulder and growl, “Someone’s being a bad girl.” I suck and bite her neck, and goosebumps appear all over her. She pushes against me again. It’s clear what she wants. But I want her to say it. I need to make her beg for it.

Kissing along Ava’s ear, I mouth my way to her breasts. She moans softly, and I think about all the ways I could make her come if she were restrained. I slide from the bed, grab two silk straps and work gently at her feet.

When I’m sure the binds are secure, I settle in between her spread thighs. I’m rock hard knowing she can’t move, thinking about her body squirming in ecstasy as I devour every inch of her—my mind full of all the ways I’m going to fuck her. The way she licks her lips, with her eyes slit open, I can tell she’s curious to see where this is going.

She whimpers at my first lick on her clit. She’s plush, warm, and wet. Licking again, her legs tremble. My hand slips between her folds, sliding along her wetness, I circle her nub and watch her shiver. Then I begin my onslaught, sucking, licking, and swirling till she can’t contain her moans. When she jerks, her legs are restrained, so she has no other option than to stay there and take what I give.

“Fuck,” she whispers.

I smirk and keep up with the movement of my tongue against her wet center till she’s quaking and shaking through her release.

“You still have one more, baby.”

I tease her, kissing down her thighs before kissing back up to clamp down on her clit again. I can feel her breathing come out in short bursts, her stomach tightening as she convulses through another orgasm. When she comes down, she looks up at me, her eyes hazy, and breaks her silence.

“Drake, I want you to fuck me.”

A few hours and several orgasms later, Ava falls asleep for real this time—breathing softly beside me. It’s time for me to get home, so I pick up my clothes and dress in the dark. I don’t wake her, making it easier for us to avoid saying goodbye. Instead, I slide out of the door as quietly as possible.

I make it out of the apartment to my car and text my mother to see if she needs anything for Zoe’s school tomorrow. She writes back to say my sweet pea is doing fine and doesn’t need anything. Having my mother’s help with Zoe takes a massive weight off my shoulders. Sure, I could have the nanny take her… but there’s nothing like family.

I press on the ignition and freeze. What the fuck?! This is straight out of a horror movie. Monica is standing in the dark, a few feet away, looking right at me. Her head perks up, and she walks towards my car with an odd expression on her face.

Should I just drive away, or should I stay and acknowledge the fact that she’s seen me?

“Professor Armstrong?” She calls out.

Shit.

Well…that makes the decision for me. I stay and look in her direction.

“Hi, I thought that was your car.”

Maybe driving a luxury vehicle as a professor isn’t the best thing to do if you don’t want to get spotted. She looks around as though wondering what I’m here for. “Hi, Monica.” I feign a smile.

Does she know Ava lives here? If she does, she’s not showing it. “I have to get going now, Goodnight.”

She raises her hand in a small wave. But before she says anything, I zoom out of there. As I drive home, my mind is reeling. Monica was definitely the student who saw Professor Morales. And if she’s seen me with Ava twice in compromising situations…it doesn’t take a genius to know what’s going on.

Before any of this shit hits the fan, I’d rather leave before it comes to light so Ava doesn’t have to face the gossip that comes with these kinds of situations.

When I get home, I shower, settle into bed and try to sleep, but my mind is still restless. So, I grab my laptop and try to put the restless energy to good use. But it’s not working. Instead, I open a blank document and type out words I’ve been thinking about.

I start with the heading; “Letter of resignation.”

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