Emrys’ POV
I mouth-f****d my virgin professor last night and she has no idea.
The thought looped in my head like a filthy mantra as I leaned back in my seat at the back of the lecture hall, arms crossed over my chest, watching the woman at the front of the room adjust her glasses with trembling fingers.
Professor Mia Cromwell.
Blond hair pulled into a neat, severe bun. Nerdy black-rimmed glasses. A modest cream blouse buttoned all the way up, tucked into a pencil skirt that hugged her hips just enough to make my jaw tighten. She looked exactly like the woman who had dropped to her knees in that private lounge and sucked my c**k like she was starving for it.
She had no f*****g clue it was me.
I shifted in my seat, my c**k already half-hard at the memory. Last night she had been drun
