Chapter 2
I bit my lip, feigning innocence, but the thrill of catching him off guard made my p***y throb. “Sorry, Mr. Hudson. It just slipped.”
He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping back, and before I could blink, he was around the desk, grabbing my arm and spinning me toward it.
“Playing games in my office? You think that’s how you get extra credit?”
His hand pressed between my shoulder blades, bending me over the desk, the wood cool against my stomach.
I gasped, my breasts squishing against the surface, n*****s hardening from the friction.
“Mr. Hudson—” I started, but his palm came down on my ass, firm and stinging through the skirt.
The smack echoed in the room, and I yelped, the pain mixing with a rush of heat between my legs.
“You need to learn focus, Lila,” he growled,
