His deep chuckle makes my skin tighten. Why is he thinking about wine at a time like this? Professor Segul trails the fingers of one hand down my ribcage, making me lean into his touch. At last, something that isn’t a slap. As his hand reaches the waistband of my knickers, my hips rise with expectation. “Take them off.” I whisper. “Cut them if you must.” “And ruin a perfectly good set of underwear?” he asks with a frown. “I don’t care.” The professor tuts. “I must teach you not to be wasteful.” A growl of frustration resounds in my throat. He runs his fingers over my knickers, and the flesh
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