One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 255

Audrey

“I’m home…”

I stumbled back in through the door, my footsteps still heavy and aching after a night of drinking and walking around town. The apartment was mostly dark, save for the lamp in the living room and the dim kitchen light.

It always felt good to be home, especially after a later night out. With a contented sigh, I hung my jacket on the hook by the door, then kicked off my shoes and turned around in search of Edwin.

But my mate wasn’t lounging in the armchair like I expected, reading a book and sipping whiskey. Nor was he in bed when I poked my head into the bedroom.

Frowning slightly, I crept further into the apartment and looked for him. Eventually, I saw a sliver of yellow light seeping out from under the sewing room door and quietly knocked on the wood. “Edwin?”

No answer.

I opened the door, and there he was–fast asleep at the worktable–turned–temporary–desk in the middle of the room, slumped over, head resting on his arms. He was so dead asleep that he was even snoring a little, his mouth slightly open.

I couldn’t help the tiny smile that crossed my lips as I stood there for a few moments with my hands on my hips, just watching him sleep. His dark hair was slightly mussed and falling into his shut eyes, his shoulders gently rising and falling with each deep breath.

He looked… peaceful like this. More peaceful than he’d had the chance to be as of late, what with everything else going on. hated the thought of waking him, but I also knew that if he spent too much longer sleeping on the desk like this, he would suffer for it in the morning.

Quietly so as not to wake him just yet, I stepped forward and peered at the papers scattered around him.

Since we had both been living in the small apartment lately, the sewing room had been turned into somewhat of an office when he wasn’t using his usual office on campus–hence the piles of documents and boxes of orphanage evidence all over the place.

Upon closer inspection, I saw that he was indeed working on the case with Sophia and my old orphanage. Old tax forms, receipts, and photographs were strewn across the worktable, and Edwin’s fingers were stained with ink from taking notes. He’d been elbow–deep in it, from the looks of things.

I bit my lip to keep my sigh in. I didn’t have to look at his notes for long to know that he hadn’t found much.

on where exactly she was sending these kids, and the scouts we’d sent

to be Joseph. The little boy who was too traumatized

then thought better of it. I pulled back and instead turned on my heel, reaching for a

over his shoulders, Edwin’s arm shot out like an arrow and looped

doing?” he slurred, lifting his head and wiping his

could ask you the

my

waist,

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blinking to clear his eyes. “Couldn’t.” He yawned and tugged me a little closer, his body impossibly warm against mine. “I kept

hair. He leaned his forehead against me for a few long moments, letting me soothe him with

good night?” he asked with

about Avis’s flyers. When I was finished, Edwin sat up a little straighter and blinked up at me. “That damn company–I’ll look into it again as

wari kiss to his lips. “It’s alright. These things happen,” I murmured against his mouth. “Besides, you have enough

didn’t answer–not out loud, at least, although his actions said plenty. Turning to face me fully now, he wrapped his other arm around me and pulled me into his lap with ease. He

when you go out,” he murmured, peppering tender kisses against my neck and exposed collar bone. “More than

huffed a laugh at that. Instinctively, I twisted my hips a little against him, already feeling a subtle swell in his pajama pants.

his eyes against the sudden wave of desire that was washing over both of us. “As soon as we get the chance, I need a vacation

until Italy?”

pressed into the soft flesh across my lower spine, just above the waistband of my skirt. “Too far away. And too many people,” he breathed, grabbing the hem of my shirt and lifting it up over my head. “I want to do something with you. Just

He responded in kind, gently nipping at the spot where his marking bite still lingered–would always

my neck as he moaned, “How about a week holed up at the estate? We’ll order all the takeout food you want. I’ll send Hadley off on a vacation of his

a little harder between my legs. Slowly, sensually, I slipped up my skirt to reveal my thigh–high