Quinton Dean
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Your professor looks at you with dark eyes, running a hand over his jaw. “Have you forgotten our deal, baby?”
You purse your lips. “What deal?”
“Oh?” He tsks, leaning forward. “Do you need a reminder?”
You gasp as his hands grab the back of your thighs, pulling you between his legs.
“You needed a handsome, rich boyfriend to show and please mommy and daddy and I wanted your time after class here in my office. Ring any bells?”
“Maybe..” You tease, making him smirk.
“Mhm. Tell me no and I’ll stop, okay, beautiful girl?” He says, leaning back in his chair.
You nod.
“Words, darling.” He urges.