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As a tutor, I had at all times been a strict professional, never letting my desires get the best of me. But when I walked into my new client’s home for the first time, I knew I was in trouble.

The moment I laid eyes on him, I felt my knees go weak. He was tall, muscular, and had dark hair that fell effortlessly across his forehead. His piercing green eyes seemed to look straight through me, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“I’m glad you could make it,” he said, his voice deep and smooth.

I cleared my throat and tried to compose myself. “Thank you for having me.”

He led me to his study, which was filled with books and antique furniture. I couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by all of it.

“I hear you’re the best in the business,” he said, his lips curling up in a smirk.

I blushed at the compliment and tried to get down to company. But as soon as I opened my textbooks, he was standing over me, his hand on my shoulder.

“Let me know if you need any help,” he said, his breath hot on my neck.

I couldn’t concentrate with him so close, and I found myself getting lost in his scent. It was a mixture of freshly cut grass and a hint of cologne that was almost too intoxicating to handle.

“I think I’ve got it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t move, and I could feel his eyes on me. I tried to ignore him, but I felt myself getting wet just from the heat of his gaze.

Suddenly, he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “You’re so beautiful when you’re studying.”

I turned to face him, my heart racing. I could feel my nipples hardening beneath my shirt, and I knew I was in trouble.

Without thinking, I reached up and kissed him. It was a hungry, passionate kiss that left us both breathless. His hands were all over me, pulling at my shirt, caressing my breasts, and undoing my jeans.

We didn’t stop until he had me on the desk, my legs wrapped around his waist. He thrust into me hard and fast, and I screamed his name as I came.

For the rest of the night, we explored each other’s bodies, unable to get enough of each other. As the sun started to rise, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When I woke up the next morning, he was already gone. But as I got dressed and headed out, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing. I knew I would never forget the Tutor’s Temptation.
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