She was already naked when I walked into my office, sitting on my office desk like she owned the place. Like she owned me.
And maybe she did.
She was waiting for me... she knows exactly when my classes end.
My breath caught the moment I saw her, legs parted, skin flushed, her heat practically fogging the air. There was nothing shy about her posture, nothing hesitant in the way she looked at me. Her gaze pinned me in place, full of hunger and command.
She wasn’t asking.
She was claiming.
My c**k throbbed at the sight of her, wet, open, and absolutely irresistible. But it wasn’t just the physical pull. It was the way she carried herself. The confidence, the power, the quiet storm in her eyes. She was turning into something fierce. Something unafraid. Something dangerous.
And I loved e
