The office air still crackled with the scent of sex and danger. Sophia’s legs trembled as Alexander helped her down from the desk, his hands surprisingly gentle after the ruthless way he had just edged her into oblivion. His cum was still warm on her stomach and thighs, a filthy reminder of how far she had already fallen for her professor.

"We can’t stay here," he murmured, voice low and rough. He cleaned her carefully with a soft cloth from his drawer, his emerald eyes never leaving hers. "My place. Tonight. I need more room to teach you properly."

Sophia’s heart raced. Going to his apartment crossed another line, one...