Page 31 of My Downfall

“Hmm,” I hum. Each tug of his fingers sends a thrill down my body, all the way to my clit.

“Baby girl, Daddy needs to fuck you again before he takes you home.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Chapter Eighteen

Hudson

She’s spent one night in my bed. One. Yet I already miss her when she’s not there.

Dropping her home last night and returning to an empty house was something I don’t plan on doing often. While we’re doing this, for however long it lasts, I want her with me.

I’m also finding it’s pure torture to be at the college and know she’s here, too. She has a lesson with a professor I have the utmost respect for, but right now I want to fire them so I can teach the class and spend more time with her.

I’m fucking pathetic.

I’m also concerned that I’m not going to want this to have an expiry date. That I’m never going to get my fill of her. I pick up my cell phone and send a message before I can comprehend what I’m doing.

Hudson: Come to my office after your class

It takes her a while to respond, and I don’t like her message when she does.

Mia: No. We said not at college

Hudson: I’m your professor. There’s nothing wrong with coming to my office

Mia: I said no

Hudson: Then I’ll come to you

My message works just like I thought it would.

Mia: Don’t you dare

Mia: I’ll come to you

I can practically hear the eye roll from here.

***

Just under an hour later, there’s a light knock at my door.

“Come in.” There’s only one person I want to be at the other side of that door.

My girl walks in, her brow lowered in a frown and her eyes narrowed on me. She looks fucking stunning.

I push my chair back from my desk and pat my lap. I don’t plan on fucking her here. My secretary is just outside the door and it’s far too risky during the busy day. I will in the future, though. Taking her on my desk is an experience I won’t deny either of us.

She looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “I’m not sitting on your lap. Are you insane?”

“No, but I will be if you don’t start doing as I tell you.”

“Tell me?” she splutters.

“Yes. Baby girl, if I tell you to bend over my desk and let me fuck you, I expect you to do it. If I tell you to come to my office, I don’t expect you to question it. You need to stop being a brat with me.”

“I’ve been a brat all my life, trust me, I’m not going to be anything different with you.”