50 Shades Of Sinful Pressure
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I pressed my palm flat against the door, turned the lock, and let the click hang in the air between us.
"Professor," I whispered, stepping closer until my thighs brushed his desk. "I've been thinking about your lecture on repressed desires. About how the most intense pleasure comes from what we're told we can't have."
His jaw tightened. His pupils dilated. "This conversation is crossing a line, Mi...
"Professor," I whispered, stepping closer until my thighs brushed his desk. "I've been thinking about your lecture on repressed desires. About how the most intense pleasure comes from what we're told we can't have."
His jaw tightened. His pupils dilated. "This conversation is crossing a line, Mi...




















