Professor F

Chapter 27

The pilot's voice on the aircraft speakers echoed and they were advised of the departure. The lights

went dim and they're preparing for take off. The aircraft’s business class was quiet so August couldn't

express how shock she was hearing Flynn’s words.

All the aircraft crew went to their seats as the lights go dimmer and she gasped when she felt Flynn's

hand touching her thighs until it went dark. "Are you okay?” He whispered in the dark.

"Y—Yeah." She suddenly felt excited in his touch. And as if he read what's on her mind, he moved his

hand inside her thighs.

She swallowed hard and held her breath. Flynn discreetly removed his hand when the aircraft was

stable in the sky and the stewardess walked around to ask if they need any food or drink. She left when

they both declined. The lights were off again and everyone except them were asleep.

Flynn whispered. "Good night, August."

"G—Good night." She answered and in a few minutes, she heard him sleeping soundly. She sighed.

She could still feel the excitement between her thighs when Flynn touched her. She also remembered

what Flynn said earlier about her and loose shirts keeps her awake.

I wonder how it distracts him.

She removed his hoodie and smelled it. She really loves his manly smell.

“August…”

She heard his horse voice in the dark. She wasn't sure if he's dreaming or he's awake because he

can’t see his face. She reached out to him but he didn't move.

"Flynn? You awake?” She whispered.

She didn't see him but she heard movement and then felt his hand on her face as he pulled her close

and kissed her lips. "I can see your loose white shirt in the dark. You removed your hoodie. Are you

teasing me?" His voice husky between their kiss.

"N—No."

He kissed her even more and quietly, he moved next to her and she was right! They fit in one seat!

She felt his hand moved underneath her shirt. She gasped when he cupped her right breast and

caressed them while still kissing her. "Be quiet." He warned when she started to moan.

She bites her lower lip to stop herself from moaning. He then moved his head down and underneath

her loose shirt. She felt his mouth capturing her left nipple while his hand fondled on her right breast.

She grabbed on his shoulder as he continued to pleasure her. She felt his mouth kissing her soft

stomach down to her navel, so carefully and silently. She tried her best not to moan while his head is

underneath her shirt. She gasped when he started to unzip her pants.

“F—Flynn."

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her legs. She bites her lower lip harder when she felt his tongue licking her wet folds.

He continued doing that until she reached her climax. Satisfied sucking her juice, he fixed her pants

and went back to his own seat.

"You're crazy." She whispered and she could imagine that sexy grin on his face.

"Go to sleep, August. I hope that answers the questions in your head. Can you wear the hoodie?

Please?"

She blushed and turned her back from him and wore his hoodie again.

••••••

They landed safely and they went straight to their hotel to have some rest and to prepare for the

afternoon meeting at the site.

Flynn was busy on his phone, messaging his people as she was preparing for bed. She panicked

realizing they're sharing one bed.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, while placing his phone to his bedside table.

She's still wearing the hoodie. "No." She saw that sexy grin on his face. "What?"

"You're wearing that hoodie to bed?"

She blushed. She hesitated but eventually took it off as Flynn watched her. He cleared his throat and

stood up from the couch and took his duffle bag.

"W—Where are you going?"

"Relax, August. I'll be next door. We're not sharing this room."

Really? We already slept in your loft's bed and now you wanted to sleep in another room?

She wanted to slap her face. She sounded like a jealous wife wanting her husband to sleep with her in

bed.

"I promised your father to take good care of you."

He left her alone in that room. She sighed and went to bed and slept. But it's been hours, she couldn't

sleep at all. She wants to be with Flynn. She stepped out of her room and looked for Flynn's room.

She didn't know which one is it. I think it's a bad idea. She was about to go back when the door in front

of her opened and Flynn was about to step out wearing his grey joggers and shirt and he’s barefoot.

"Where are you going?" He asked, fixing his eyeglasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I was, uh, trying to, well,” She laughed nervously. She couldn't look at him in the face because she

might just confess what she had in mind earlier.

"You're looking for my room, aren't you?"

“W—What?” She forced a laugh. “No. Why would I?” She said as she watched him cross the distance

and pulled her for a kiss.

He blocked her way with both of his hands placed on the door frame of her hotel room while her back

was on the closed door.

She placed her hands on his wide chest as his kiss deepens. She was responding to his kiss when a

man's voice from the hallway interrupted them.

"Flynn?"

He stopped kissing her and they both looked at the man. She heard Flynn sighing soundly. "Francis.

What are you doing here?"

"Who is she?" The young man asked, ignoring Flynn's question.

"Who is he?" August whispered, embarrassed.

The man approached them with a smile on his face while Flynn drops his arms on his sides as he takes

a deep breath.

”He's my cousin Francis. He's working with me on the project. He's the architect."

"Is she the girl Stella was talking about?” Francis asked, approaching her and extending his hand for a

handshake.

"W—What?" She uttered and looked at Flynn with a questioning look.

Just how many people in Flynn's family know about me already?