Alpha Professor's Forbidden Affair

JUNIPER:“You’ve got some nerve, baby girl,” he states in a gruff tone as his eyes rake over me.He takes a slow sip from his glass, his gaze never leaving mine.“No human female has been this bold.” He places the glass down while I stand there with my heart pounding, but I don’t care what he is blabbering about; I want to get over this.Leaning forward slightly, I let the neckline of my dress dip further, revealing more of the smooth skin between my breasts. His eyes flicker down for just a second, darkening with hunger before they meet mine again.“Your place or mine?” I ask, trying to uphold the false confidence in my voice.A slow and dangerous smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, which makes my skin tingle.“Don’t play with me, baby girl,” he warns as he leans back in his seat. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”I roll my eyes and make to stand, but before I can fully rise, his hand shoots out, wrapping around my wrist.“My place,” he says, and a small smile sp

Juniper:My breath hitches with my heart pounding in my chest as my fingers graze over the ugly marks on my neck. Where did they come from? And that pain.“June!” The voice I dread echoes through the hallway.I slap a hand over my mouth, pressing my back to the bathroom door.“I know you’re in there, June, so come out or let me in.” Cillian’s voice echoes in the hall, followed by the door handle rattling.I force myself to breathe, trying to steel my expression as I yank the door open. But he knows me too well, and my expression isn’t enough to hide the lie in my eyes.“What happened? I heard you scream.” His eyes narrow as he tries to grab me, but I slap his hands away.“It’s none of your business, Cillian!” My voice is harsh as I grit my teeth. “You lost that right!”I try to walk past him, but his hand grabs mine, pulling me back.“June, please,” he whispers, pulling me into his chest.When I look into his eyes, my heart sinks as emotions I thought had died flare back to life.He c

HIRAM’S POV:“Let me help you,” I say, closing the space between us without a second thought.As my chest presses against her back, an instant pull grips me, one I try to shake off. Reaching for the book above her, our hands touch briefly, and I feel her breath hitch beneath me, fighting against the same pull that’s threatening to drown us both.She spins around just as I grasp the book. Our eyes lock, lingering longer than they should.My heart pounds as every nerve electrifies by her nearness. I want her—God, how I want her—but it’s too soon.What is this curse?“Thank you,” she murmurs, snapping me out of her spell.But then she leans in, her breasts brushing my chest as she reaches for the book, sending my body into overdrive. My hand catches her wrist the moment the book leaves my grip.In one swift motion, I pin her hands against the shelf. My gaze roams over her body like a predator stalking its prey. Her breathing quickens, and I watch the rise and fall of her chest, the V-cut

HIRAM’S POV:It takes brushing and waiting hours after Juniper leaves to realize her lingering taste isn’t physical but mental. Her jasmine scent still swirls around my entire house, and every time I close my eyes, I feel her hands on my body and her lips teasing my skin.“Fuck!” I groan, opening my eyes as a knock comes at the door. “Who is it?” I ask, my voice edged with irritation.“It’s Winston, sir. Your guest has arrived,” my butler informs me, and for a moment, relief washes over me.Finally, I can get June off my mind. I grab my shirt, throwing it over my body, leaving the top buttons undone, exposing my chest. I step out of my room, and Winston bows briefly, walking ahead of me as I follow him down the hallway until we reach the landing of the last flight of stairs.As I descend the stairs, my gaze falls on the woman sitting on the couch. She’s hard to miss—curvy, with big tits nearly spilling out of the low-cut neckline of her tight black satin dress. Her long dark hair casc

JUNIPER’S POV:If I have a choice, I’d be at home, cocooned in blankets, reading a smut novel where someone else’s life falls apart instead of mine. Anything but dragging myself to the Smiths’ bakery, working long hours just to scrape by. But bills don’t pay themselves.Cillian used to handle that, back when I thought he wasn’t an ass. I was grateful to him then. He made me feel like I didn’t have to struggle. As though he cared about me, but now, I’d rather choke on broken glass than crawl back to him.How can I kiss those lying lips? Knowing they’ve touched Susan. Every time I shut my eyes, I see them together, and I still feel that betrayal burn under my skin like a fresh wound. Kissing him would be like kissing her, and she is a snake.“What the hell?” My pulse quickens as I glance in the rearview mirror, my grip tightening on the steering wheel as I see Hiram driving behind me.What does he want? I question myself, but then I let off a sigh as I try to keep my eyes on the road. H