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August can't help herself from panicking with all the attention they caught, the students staring at them and Professor Flynn Ferguson.

Liam immediately released her wrist. "Good afternoon, Professor. We were just—"

"Miss Peters, can you ask the other freshman representatives to drop by for a meeting about the freshmen's festival itinerary after classes this afternoon?" He asked her and completely ignored Liam.

All she could do was nod at Flynn. He left them and she took that chance to leave as well, escaping the curious and intrigued looks from the people in the dining hall.

Her heart is beating so fast she wanted to get eaten by the ground. She just wants to disappear.

Her mind was occupied by what just happened when a hand from a dark hallway grabbed her arm and pulled her. It was a hallway going to an abandoned room for cleaning materials.

"Shhhh." The owner of the hand hushed her. "It's me."

"Flynn!" She gasped but his hand was quick enough to cover her mouth and bring her to the abandoned room and locked the door behind him.

"What was that all about?"

"He—He was asking me to take a tour after festival hours in London. I said, no. I tried to reject him but he started asking questions about having a boyfriend—"

He took a deep breath and sighed calmly. "I'll make sure he won't be near you anymore."

She begged as she holds his face,

be near you again.

what I mean, Flynn. I'm scared

realizing what she's worried about. He hugged her tight. "It'll be

shoulder as her tears

don't cry." He whispered. "Don't worry. I'll be more careful not to cause any

her tears away. She took a deep breath before he

undressing each other. Flynn then traces the skin from her neck down to her breast and hard nipple. He sucked them hard

their feet. He then unzips his pants, pulls out his cock

as he grabbed on her hips and pulled her to meet his deep thrusts. He groaned softly when he felt her insides clenching and twitching against

move her hips, dancing in his rhythm while grabbing on his shoulders, softly calling

struggled breath, as he thrusts harder and deeper inside

face on his neck and his

foot steps coming and voices talking. "I think we heard some noise inside the janitor's old cleaning

sound if clicking keys were next together with two or three pairs of footsteps. They both panicked and immediately fixed themselves. August could only silently crossed her fingers that they wont get caught as they hid behind the

and checking but didn't really get inside to check all corners. They were both holding their

just hearing things." The low voice

The young male student