The air in the office was thick, heavy with the scent of Alex's expensive cologne and the sudden, electric heat between us. Before I could even breathe, he lifted me effortlessly, his strong hands gripping my waist as he sat me down on the edge of his cold mahogany desk.
Papers slid to the floor, forgotten. I felt the cool wood against my skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire of his touch.
"You are responsible for this, Luna," Alex growled, his voice vibrating against my skin. He leaned in, his lips pressing a hard, burning kiss into the curve of my neck. I gasped, my head falling back as a wave of heat crashed over me. "You made me uncomfortable. You made me sit through a two-hour lecture watching you in this dress, knowing every other man in that room was looking at what belongs to me."
He didn't stop. He kissed my neck again, deeper this time, marking me with a hunger that made my heart hammer against my ribs. I feel His hand lingered on my thigh, the touch sending a shiver through me. I could feel his emotions in every movement, his gaze locking with mine in a promise that tonight our boundaries would break.
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I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. I was trapped between his body and the desk, drowning in the intensity of a man who had finally lost his grip on his restraint.
He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. His grey gaze was dark, almost black with a primal need.
"You think this is over?" he whispered, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip, which was swollen from my own nervous biting. "No, Luna. Today, you get your punishment at home. When we go back to that apartment, you will learn exactly what happens when you try to provoke me."
He leaned in one last time, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from mine, his breath hot on my skin.
"I am ready for it," he murmured. "The question is... are you?"
He stepped back then, straightening his navy suit as if nothing had happened, though his chest was still heaving. He looked at me—rumpled, breathless, and marked by him—and I knew my life would never be the same. The "Professor" was gone. Only the man remained, and he was taking me home to finish what he started.