CADEN’S POV
The office smelled of her perfume, something flowery, mixed with her own unique scent. It drove me insane. I let it settle on me, my mind wandering to her on her knees, lips stretched, and the choked sound she made when I hit the back of her throat.
I was semi-hard already thinking about it.
Dean Gary’s message popped up on my phone—a reminder of the faculty meeting that was scheduled for the next 10 minutes. I had told him I wanted no business with such meetings, but he had insisted, saying it would look bad if I didn’t show up. So I agreed.
Who would have thought teaching would be this tedious? But I could suck it up, as long as I got to see and torment my little sister every day.
The hallway was empty when I stepped out, the only sound the faint echo of my own footstep
