Chloe’s breath hitched loudly, her face burning hot as she looked up at Travis.

Travis froze. His eyes swept over Chloe—taking in her flushed skin, her heavy breathing, and the way her innocent eyes darted down to his waist, where his dark trousers were still unbuckled. The terror in his chest slowly dissolved, replaced by a dark, intoxicating wave of realization.

He didn’t have to lose his job. He was about to possess the two most extreme women on campus.

Slowly, deliberately, Travis walked around his desk, stopping right beside me. His massive frame completely towered over Chloe, casting a heavy shadow across her tiny body.

“Is that true, Miss...