One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 134 Audrey

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I lay with my head on Edwin's shoulder afterwards, tracing lazy patterns across his bare skin and watching as his chest rose and fell. Soft strains of classical music played on the speaker, and the candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls of our secret hideaway. The air still smelled like sweat and intimacy, heady and intoxicating. Edwin reached for a bunch of grapes on the nearby tray, plucking one and bringing it to my lips. "Open," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

I obliged, letting him feed me the sweet fruit. His fingers, still tasting faintly like me, brushed my lips as I took the grape. The burst of flavor on my tongue was a stark contrast to the lingering taste of his skin. As I chewed, Edwin poured us each another glass of wine. I took my offered glass, clinking it softly with his, and took a sip. After our encounter, that bit of liquid felt necessary to cool myself and relax my tired muscles.

"This is nice," I said softly, snuggling closer to him as if he might disappear if I didn't.

Edwin hummed in agreement and turned to me. One hand came up to cup the nape of my neck, and he lazily ran his fingers through my disheveled hair. "It is. I wish we could stay like this forever." Forever. That sounded nice. I could have stayed here for eternity, just in this room. No obstacles, no heartache, no..... Fiona.

The contentment I felt in that moment was suddenly pierced by the memory of her-of the way she had acted earlier today. Her sweet smile, her gentle voice, the way her platinum hair caught the light. So unlike the version of her I had met twice before..

I bit my lip, debating whether to bring it up now or to wait. We only had our little rendezvous once a week, and I hated the thought of shattering the little bit of peace we felt during this time. But if I couldn't tell him now, then when could I?

"Edwin," I started hesitantly, my fingers tightening around the stem of my wine glass, "there's something I need to tell your"

He tensed slightly, eyeing me over the rim of his glass. "What is it?"

I took a deep breath to steel myself. "I saw Fiona in town today.

Edwin's entire body immediately went rigid, except for his fingers, which slackened around his glass. For a moment, it almost seemed like he would drop it and spill the red liquid over our makeshift bed, but then he seemed to collect himself again and set it aside.

you sure it was her?" His

myself onto my knees and dug my fingers into the soft flesh of my bare thighs. "Positive. I didn't know she would be in town. Is it... is it

she was in town either," he said darkly. "I certainly didn't invite her, which means she must be up to something." He paused, then asked,

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my lower lip as I thought back to the encounter. "That's the weird thing. She was actually... nice. She took one of my friend's business flyers and even

at the door as if she would suddenly burst in right now. I let him gather me into his lap, savoring the feeling of his muscular arms tightening around me. He was so warm against me that I couldn't help but turn to face him,

quickly, his voice hard. "Don't trust her, Audrey. If you

voice startled me. I pulled back just enough to look at him, taken aback by the fierce protectiveness

"I promise," I said

protectively around me. I realized, in those moments, that a part of him feared

too terrified to ask just how

me. His arms tightened around me as he deepened the kiss, rolling us over so I was beneath

they explored my body, and I lost myself in the sensations, in the sound of his voice murmuring my name in my ear. We rocked together on the blanket for some

finished for a second time, we

I glanced at the clock on the wall. Nearly three AM; the realization that our time was running out and that we

reluctantly. "We

there, as if he too was reluctant to let the moment

lips despite the sadness

kisses between buttoning shirts and zipping dresses. Two weeks of this, and I was already yearning for more. I already craved the days when we could sleep

a jolt through me, and I turned, the tiniest shred of me hoping that he would ask me to come home with

But he didn't