Balqees

He was her professor and she was his student. 
He shouldn’t have told her to stay behind for her ‘punishment’ and he most definitely shouldn’t have told her to spread her legs on his desk when he had a class in the next five minutes.

Kayla Hastings is a wild party girl, who is carefree loves to have fun, and has a bubbly personality but she is feisty and squeamish, completely different from Oliver Wilde who is uptight, cold, and hates lateness to his bone. Both of them have secrets and a past they desperately want to forget but what happens when the opposite attracts and they get tossed into a world of betrayal, pain, secrets, and life-and-death actions?

Note: This is a stand-alone book but it is based on two characters introduced in a previous book written by me called: Twists and Turns on GoodNovel. For more context and character information, you can read that first but it's not necessary.

My Professor and I.

"I want to burn you and rule over your ashes."

What else would he do to her? She thought as the water trickled down her body in the shower.

Normally showering and music calmed her thoughts and made everything else fade in the background but "under the influence" didn't help one bit but ignited a fire in her heart.

His palm was as she imagined: rough and hard but on her skin they were the softest and coolest thing. Her thighs clenched and she gasped for breath as the water kept running down, making her chest heave.

First, it was her chin, now it was her neck, so would he go lower next time? Would he cross the boundaries?

Her hand trailed from her neck down to the swell of her chest. It was his hand on her. His fingers pinching her nipples, as he did her chin. He would then graze it and bite it before groping her breast. She gagged.

Chapter Seventeen.