Her eyes are on mine. Why do I want to keep them there? She swallows, whispering, “I need to go.” “Need to or want to?” Her lips press together, and her head begins to turn away, but my hand decides to fly up and hold it right where it is, facing me. My gaze falls to where my skin touches hers and heat builds in my groin. “Why don’t you try to get in my bed?” She nearly chokes, tries to escape, but I block her, and her brows cave. “I’m your tutor.” “That’s not an answer.” I lick my lips. “I can give you whatever it is you want, do whatever you like. I’m a generous man. I’d be good to you, I
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