One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 1**3*******2 Audrey

Edwin's fingers dug into my hips, tugging me up, up... I arched my back away from him and gripped the pillow in front of me, practically having to bite the corner of it to m**le my moans.

I could hear the smile in his voice as he hunched over me, a large hand coming to press against the floor alongside my head.

"You don't need to hide it," he murmured, his breath tickling my spine. He thrust slowly but firmly into me, causing me to whimper again at the feeling of him filling me to the brim. "No one can hear us "Audrey... Earth to Audrey..."

I blinked, snapping out of my daydream at the sound of Avis's voice. I had been lost in thoughts of my last secret meeting with Edwin; it had been a week ago already, but the memory was still fresh-along with that pleasant ache between my thighs.

Our next meeting would be tonight, and it couldn't come fast enough. I hadn't stopped dreaming of him since our blissful night together. I swore, if I closed my eyes for a moment, I could still feel his callused hands brushing across my skin. His fingers were so thick and warm as they plunged into me, his thumb working in circles in just the right spot....

"Sorry," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks flush. "I was just... thinking"

Avis raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Uh-huh. Thinking about what? Or should I say who?"

I shook my head as if that would somehow dispel the unsavory thoughts. Who, indeed.

"No, there's no one," I lied with a sheepish grin. "I just have an assignment I'm thinking about. What were you saying?"

"I was asking where you think we should put this flyer," Avis said waving the colorful paper in front of my face. "You know, the whole reason we're out here in this lovely weather?"

Right. We had been walking through town, plastering flyers for Avis's new tailoring business on every available surface.

It was a particularly gloomy fall day; it had rained earlier already and would likely rain again. The skies were gray and overcast, and the red and golden fall leaves swirled in the wind around our feet. Perfect for cozying up in our secret hideout later...

I glanced around, spotting a community board outside the nearby coffee shop.

"How about there?" I suggested, pointing. “Lots of foot traffic."

As we walked over, Avis chattered excitedly about her business. I've already finished my first few orders," she said, beaming as she stapled the flyer to the board. "Mostly simple alterations, but it's a start. People are really responding to the support local business" angle that Betty suggested."

She pulled out her phone, bringing up a website. "Look at this," she said, thrusting the phone at me. "Tina made it for me. I've even got a few reviews already!"

through the site, impressed by the clean design and the glowing reviews. The photos of Avis's work

did an amazing job on the website. And these

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back into her pocket. "Oh, and I wanted to ask you something. When I eventually open my boutique, would you consider designing a collection for me?

revenue.

touched by her offer. The idea of designing a collection for a boutique, even

to do it for free. You're my friend, and I want to support

you

a serious expression on her face. "Audrey, no. Your work at Paris Fashion Week was incredible. People are already talking about you. Soon. I bet you'll be a famous designer.

argue, but before I could, a

me, may I

woman emerging from a nearby shop. My stomach dropped as

caught the light, gleaming like spun gold despite the

perfectly-a cream cashmere sweater, dark skinny jeans, and knee-high boots that probably

arms.

like I might

slightly as she recognized me, a flicker of... something passing over her face before

It's you. Fancy seeing

the insults or threats to start flying. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel a cold sweat breaking out on my palms. But

think we got off on the wrong foot before," she said smoothly,

to move. Was this some kind of trick? A trap? My mind raced, trying to figure out her angle. Like hell I was taking that hand. She'd likely bite mine off. Fiona continued, seemingly unfazed by my lack of response, "I wanted to apologize for how I treated you before. I was under a lot of stress, but that's no excuse. I promise you it won't happen again." I finally found my voice, although it came out as more

back to her side as if

love to