Lila’s pov
“Professor it is pouring rain outside and I could not stop thinking about what almost happened in the lecture hall earlier today with your fingers buried inside me,” I said, stepping into his office during the late evening hour.
My clothes damp from the downpour clinging tight to my breasts and hips.
The door clicked shut behind me and the sound of rain hammered hard against the window making the small space feel even more intimate and charged.
My heart raced fast as I watched him look up from his desk, the lamp glowing soft on his face highlighting the tension in his jaw.
Damien leaned back in his chair running a hand through his hair, his eyes narrowing on me. “Lila you should not be here right now especially after what we did earlier that was risky enough already and
