Tutoring Sessions With Ace

His hand pressed against the wall beside my head, his breath hot against my ear.

"You're blushing again, professor," Ace whispered, his voice low, sinful.

I swallowed, trying to steady myself, but my body betrayed me, arching towards him, aching for more. "You're too close," I managed, my voice unsteady.

He smirked, brushing his lips over my jaw, slow and deliberate. "Then tell me to stop."

I should have. God, I should have...

Instead, I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him to me. His mouth crashed over mine, hungry and rough, and the world outside his disappeared.