Seduce The Playboy (completed)

could have smacked him. Trying to play like I’d had zero effect on him when his c**k was still as hard as stone underneath me.

Fortunately, I wasn’t that easily deterred. “Yes. Now you give me your phone number.”

He only hesitated for a fraction of a second before pulling out his

cell phone and unlocking the screen. He handed it to me. “Text yourself.”

I shivered. How could a person make something so innocent sound so naughty?

Because he was experienced, that was how. Because he knew things that I didn’t. Because he was The Professor.

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