All Yours, Professor

~ Sylara's POV ~"The best way to forget a man is to get tangled up with another one, girl. So relax, and let’s party all night like it’s our last," my best friend Ashley declared as she poured me another glass of tequila, her eyes sparkling with mischief.I sighed and took the glass. "Seriously, Ashley, do you think it was a good idea coming all the way to Cabo from Brooklyn?""We traveled across states to spend spring break here. Why think about it now?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at me like I had just spoken nonsense."Well…" I hesitated, staring at the golden liquid in my glass. "I just feel like I made a rash decision. Maybe I should’ve stayed home to study. I suck at statistics."Ashley slammed her hand on the table, making me jump. "Absolutely not, Lara! Your heart was wrecked by your so-called ex. What you need isn’t a textbook, it’s tequila, music, and a dance floor."I exhaled deeply, the weight of her words stirring memories I wished I could bury. Just three days ago, Al

~ Sylara's POV ~The morning sun spilled across my face, warm and blinding. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to wake because I wanted to stay lost in the memory of last night.That stranger—God, that man had satisfied me in ways I never thought were possible. I could still feel the echo of his thick, hard dick stretching me, thrusting into me with rough, possessive strokes that claimed every inch of me.The memory made me shiver. My body still ached with a sweet soreness between my thighs. He hadn’t just fucked me—he ruined me for anyone else. He tore moans out of me I didn’t even know I was capable of.I thought of how he flipped me over, pinned me down, and fucked me harder every time I begged for more. Even now, my nipples tingled under the sheets and heat coiled low in my stomach, making me wet all over again.I didn’t mind repeating every moment from last night, but when I looked to the other side of the bed, he wasn’t there.He had spent hours pounding my pussy, filling me unti

~ Sylara's POV ~I parted my mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. Did he just ask if we knew each other? After all the hours we spent naked in Cabo, with his massive hands and body gripping and pounding mine? Was he truly pretending to forget the way he came inside me again and again?I tried to speak, maybe remind him of the specific, intimate things we did, but the shock of his words left me speechless."Miss Sylara," he began. The sweet, deep rumble of my name made my core clench, and wetness immediately bloomed between my thighs.He had called my name sweetly. Maybe he remembered me. Maybe we could repeat Cabo—I wouldn't mind him bending me over and fucking me hard right here on his desk.But my hope crashed when he spoke again: "Get out."I blinked, stunned by his words. Why was he acting this way? Was he being serious when he said he didn't know me? But he called me Little Flower that night, right before he drove his dick deep into me, like I was one of the most precious thin

~ Sylara's POV ~Fuck! I exhaled, the silent curse ripping through me as I stared at him. I had told myself today would be another day to erase him. Another day to completely forget that night, but how could I achieve that when he strode into our lecture hall looking like a walking sexual fantasy?He was wearing a white turtleneck that didn't just cover his body, it aggressively showcased the hard, veined thickness of his biceps. His dark hair was slightly wet and clinging to his forehead, giving him a dangerous, younger look that made his forty-something years utterly irrelevant.His glasses rested perfectly on his nose, and his lips… his lips were fucking so kissable right now, begging to be crushed beneath mine."Professor Nick!" Lisa and her friends squealed, their voices grating like those of crazy K-pop fans."What were my precise conditions regarding student–professor boundaries?" he asked, his voice cutting and deadly serious. His entire aura screamed dangerous, but why did I

~ Sylara's POV ~I stared endlessly at his texts, lots of thoughts swirling in my mind about why he went through all the stress to help me. He even got my number from only God knows where.Does he care about me? I thought to myself, but I discarded the thought immediately as it came. I wouldn't want to be a fool again. If he really cared, he wouldn't have asked me to be his casual, no-strings-attached fuck mate."He's just doing his job as a professor. Nothing more than that, Lara." I nodded to the words I had just spoken.I picked up my pen and notebook, trying to go through the breakdown he sent. He’d made every topic so simple, so easy to digest—but instead of focusing, my mind was somewhere else.I couldn't stop myself from imagining him while he wrote these explanations…How his long fingers would grip the pen. How he would furrow his brow, lips tightening. How damn sexy he'd look pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.I imagined him sitting on my bed with me, close enough