The next day, Frederick’s office door was already locked by the time Victoria arrived. She had dressed for sin: a tight white button-up blouse that strained across her full breasts, no bra, and a short black skirt that barely covered the curve of her ass. No panties. Her p***y had been wet since she woke up, aching with anticipation after another sleepless night fingering herself to thoughts of him.
She knocked softly. “Professor? It’s me.”
The door opened immediately. Frederick pulled her inside by the wrist and locked it again, pressing her back against the wood the moment the bolt slid home. His mouth crashed down on hers in a hungry, desperate kiss—nothing like the controlled man who had resisted her for weeks. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her, tasting the cherry lip gloss
