Their lips locked together, their tongues rolling and tangling as the kiss deepened. Helen's familiar scent flooded his senses.
He grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he lifted and fondled it. He wanted to rip off her clothes and take her right there but he controlled himself.
"Helen, we can't do this here," he managed to say, moving his face away.
Helen bit her lips trying to hold herself back,"Then when can we do it, don't you miss me?"
She looked at him with her tempting needy eyes, the kind that should be legally considered as blackmail.
He put his hands on her shoulders, "it's not like I don't miss you, I just need to stay away if not I might put you in danger,"
"How is staying here and fucking the professors helping you accomplish anything?" she cried out, stamping her foot on the ground. "Just admit you're tired of me. I'll understand."
"Who said anything about fucking any professor?" Yohan wondered, panic flashing across his face.
