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.

sure it was her?" His voice was

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

low growl rumbling in his chest. The sound sent a shiver down my spine for more reasons than one-a reminder of the wolf that lurked beneath his human exterior. Terrifying and s**- "I wasn't aware 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, his voice tight, "Did she say or do

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one of my friend's business flyers and even apologized for her past behavior. Said that she'd like to have a chance to talk with

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, wrapping my legs around

hard. "Don't trust her, Audrey. If you see her

I pulled back just enough to look at him, taken aback by the fierce protectiveness in his eyes. "Edwin..." "Promise me," he

hard. "I promise," I said

moments, that a part of him feared her. Not for what she could do to him if she wanted to, but

to ask just how far she

tension, I leaned closer and kissed him softly. Almost instantly, I felt him relax beneath me. His arms tightened around

in the sound of his voice murmuring my name in my ear. We rocked together on the blanket for some time, our glasses of wine left mostly-untouched on the floor. His powerful frame caged me, protected me from the outside

for a second time, we lay tangled together, breathless and

three AM; the realization that our time was running

reluctantly. "We should

to my forehead. His lips lingered there, as if he too was reluctant to

smile tugging at my lips despite the sadness creeping in. "I'll be

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 in each other's arms in

prepared to leave-we always left ten minutes apart, with me going first-Edwin caught my arm. His touch sent a jolt through me, and I turned, the tiniest shred of

But he didn't