Lahat ng Kabanata ng In My Professor's Arms : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

I climbed into my Civic, the door closing hard behind me, keys clinking in my hand, engine poised to purr, my gray sweater against my body, my body still thrumming with the day, José's mischievous grin, Sophie's taunting, but Victor's vow, his bed, my fire, burning hotter, hours until seven tonight.The parking lot hummed, the students laughing, the toot of a car horn, the campus humming, my heart thudding, my thighs stinging, jeans rubbing, a dull throb from his kiss the day before, his lips scorching, his hand tugging at my hair, dawn creeping around us.My phone rang, screen light in my lap, Victor's name flashing, my breath caught, heat burning, my hands quivering as I picked up: Office now, you coming?My heart skipped a beat, a shock running through me, my body on fire, longing for him, his mouth, his touch, the office, our rendezvous, his message a match to my fire.I clenched down on my lip, hard, a smile spreading, face flushing, nipples rubbing against my sweater, sensitive,

The door to Victor’s apartment clicked shut, locking the world out, his gray eyes blazing, molten, devouring my black dress, tight, no bra, no panties, my body trembling, heat surging, cedar scent thick, wrapping me, dim lights flickering, his bed calling, our fire, my truth.My heels lay abandoned, purse forgotten, my heart hammering, his hand on my waist, warm, possessive, pulling me flush against him, my breath catching, my hands gripping his chest, white shirt soft, his heartbeat fierce, my pulse racing, Victor, his lips, his hands, my world.He growled, low, raw, Lily, his voice igniting me, my body burning, craving, tonight, his bed, our fire, unstoppable.We moved, lips crashing, hungry, tongues tangling, my moan loud, reckless, my fingers clawing his shirt, desperate for his skin, his heat, his fire.We stumbled through the living room, my bare feet cool on hardwood, his hands on my hips, guiding, our kisses sloppy, hot, my body molding to his, his hardness pressing through je

My phone buzzed, screen illuminating, José's name, my heart jumping, his call piercing the quiet, my breath hung, my fingers trembling, Victor's office,José's heat, his eyes, relaxed, pulling, my heart racing, my honesty, burning, uneven.I dove deeper into the couch, jasmine light, blouse clinging, jeans constricting, body heavy, apartment silent, ring insistent, José, his voice, patiently waiting, heart racing, my fire, my truth, shifting.I swiped, phone to ear, breath uneven, his voice, low, even, poised, world tilting, burning, living."Hey, Lily? It's José. You okay? Wanted to call you about tomorrow," he said to me, the timbre of his voice warm, worried, softening to roughness in concern.His voice wrapped around me, soothing, pulling me out of the mist, my heart rate slowing, the couch giving beneath me. "Hey, José. Yeah, I'm. fine. Tomorrow?" I replied, my voice hesitant, soft, guilt suspended in the air, my hand clenched on the phone.He grinned, low, effortless. "The hike,

My hand grasped the car door, and I ignited it to life. I merged in, leather seats chilled, engine humming, my bag tossed, water bottle headed, my breath not steady, the quad, 9:00 a.m., José, Sophie, the hike, my spinning world, burning, uneven. I exited, streets quiet, city waking, my tank plush, nipples brushing, each turn aflame, José's warmth, his gaze, my desire growing, Victor's snarl, out of sight, my heart in halves, my truth, shifting.The dashboard was glowing, 8:35 a.m., radio muted, my drumming fingers, my mind racing, José's laugh, his worry, an hour on the phone, comfort, my vibrating body, Victor's lips, his cock, my screams, Friday's office, my guilt rising, something's wrong, my tension, a shadow, my thudding heart. Campus loomed, trees were green, buildings were gray, my heart was racing, the quad, José, his smile, Sophie's laughter, my tension mounting, my leggings rubbing, my hunger burning, my truth, blazing, alive. I drew in, lot vacant, my sneakers silent, bag

My car engine stalled, the parking lot still, my apartment complex looming, its red brick wall dark in the hush of the evening fog.My tank stuck, soaked from the day, leggings drawn tight, my flesh alive, José's voice, I just can't help it, Lily, echoing, his eyes, unwavering, hot, blazing through me, my heart pounding, the figure's stare, dark jacket, standing in the woods, my terror an icy knot, Victor's silence, no calls, no texts, my shame, a heavy beat, burning, my truth, unbalanced.I grabbed my bag, water bottle rolling, my sneakers scraping asphalt, every step heavy, my breathing shuddering, air cold, my tank rustling, nipples rubbing against material, every move sparking, José's caress, his hand running against mine, Victor's fire, the figure's shadow, my world, in chaos, alive.I climbed the stairs, keys jingling, my legs aching from ascending, the dirt of the trail still adhering to soles.The door creaked, the jasmine pale, my apartment quiet, the shadows lying deep in co