Cassandra
.
.
“Anything I want?” I asked again, my skin tugging tight against my muscles.
Prof Malcolm eased himself off the chair and rounded the desk.
He leaned against the edge, legs and arms crossed. “Anything,” he drawled.
My heartbeat lurched, every nerve on my tongue itching to tell him that I wanted his c**k. Even if it was just his tip, I would be glad.
I scratched the curvature of my neck, my eyes still locked with his. “Like what does anything entail?”
His lips twitched into a soft smirk. “Anything entails everything, Casey.”
Casey. He had never called me that. Flutter…that felt to faint what I felt in my stomach. It was like a tsunami had occurred in my stomach.
I bit my lower lip and his eyes dropped to my mouth, his eyes darkening.
My p***y throbbed. I wanted to t
