I freeze as Ava brings her thumb to her own mouth, her tongue darting out to taste. Her eyes darken. “And you’ve got c*m on your lips, you slut.”
I groan, my face burning as I wipe at my mouth with the back of my hand. “Oh my god, shut up, Ava!”
Ava grabs my wrist, pulling me into a quick hug. “Relax, I’m not judging. I’m impressed.” She leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Does he f**k as good as he looks?”
Before I can answer, a familiar hand clamps around my wrist. Jordan yanks me back against his chest, his other hand sliding possessively over my stomach. His voice is a low growl in my ear, sending a fresh wave of heat through me. “I f*****g passed.”
Ava’s eyebrows shoot up, her grin widening. “Well, well. Congratulations, teacher’s pet.”
Jordan ignores her,
