Flora’s P.O.V “Clay…” I looked around as I regained some of my senses. “We’re in the classroom…” “The doors are locked.” He left a trail of wet kisses down my neck. “And I’ve disabled the cameras.” “You’ve planned this through.” I moaned as he found a pleasure spot and sucked on it with deliberate slowness. “You drove me half crazy, woman.” He groaned against my skin. “I knew I had to get you back before I lost myself.” “We’re not mates.” I reminded him once again. “For the thousandth f*****g time, Flora,” he brought his face us to look me in the eyes; the wolf in his voice as he wrapped his fingers around my nape hauled me close. “I don’t give a s**t anymore.” With that, he pushed me down on the desk and climbed on top of me. I gasped at the sudden movement but then Clay was cove