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Beneath His Desk - 2
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CRAVE: Temptations Collection Extra Credit - 7
Chapter SevenThe Secret’s PriceHe stepped from the shadows like he belonged there.Leather jacket. Narrow, calculating eyes. Something smug behind the curl of his lips. Like he already knew too much.And in that moment, with my thighs still slick and sore from what Maddox had just done to me on the dean’s desk, my blood turned to ice.“I—” I swallowed. “I don’t know what you mean.”“You don’t?” He took a drag from his cigarette, then dropped it on the ground and crushed it with his boot. “That’s cute.”He stepped closer. My heart started to pound.“You smell like sex,” he said. “And your professor hasn’t exactly been subtle lately.”“Who are you?” I asked.He gave a low laugh. “Name’s Jace. I’m the campus security intern. Not on duty tonight, technically, but I like to keep an eye on things. Especially when faculty members sneak students into locked administrative offices at night.”I felt my knees wobble.“Relax,” he said. “I’m not a cop. I’m not even supposed to be here.”“Then wh
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Chapter SixThe Dean’s DeskThe dean was out of town.Professor Maddox knew it. I knew it.But still—walking into her office at night, keys in hand, lock turning behind me—I felt like the devil was dragging me toward something I’d never come back from.“Don’t hesitate now,” Maddox said, his voice low and sharp behind me.“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”I swallowed.He stepped forward, locking the door behind us, his body close to mine, his heat searing into my skin even through my clothes.The dean’s office was pristine. Mahogany shelves. Certificates framed perfectly. A tall glass window overlooking the courtyard. A wide desk that screamed authority. Respect.He didn’t let me admire it for long.“Skirt off,” he said.I turned slowly. “Here?”“Right on her desk,” he said, stripping his blazer off. “You said you wanted to push boundaries. Well, this one’s carved in stone. And I want to break it with you spread wide.”My body flushed.I unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the flo
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Chapter FiveFilthy KnowledgeProfessor Maddox didn’t let me leave that night until past midnight.And I didn’t want to leave.Not after he came inside me twice, not after he whispered that I was his.I left his office on shaky legs, wearing no panties, his cum still dripping between my thighs, my lips still swollen from his kisses.By the time I got back to the dorms, my roommate Lily gave me a look.“Please don’t say anything,” I muttered, trying to sneak past her with my heels in my hand.She didn’t press. Just raised an eyebrow. “You look… ruined.”I didn’t respond.Because I was.—By Monday, I could barely sit in class without remembering how that same desk I was taking notes on… had nearly split in half under the force of Professor Maddox pounding me into it. My usual desk had a screw loose so I had borrowed it from his office.He stood at the front, lecturing like nothing had changed. But everything had.My nipples hardened the moment he said my name. I squeezed my thighs toge
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Chapter FourOffice Hours ExtendedThe next time I saw Professor Maddox, it was in front of a crowd.He walked into the lecture hall just like any other day, impeccably dressed in that crisp white button-down, black slacks hugging his narrow hips, and that glint in his eye that only I seemed to understand now. His sleeves were rolled up again. His throat bare. No tie. No mercy.My thighs clenched at the memory of what we did last Friday.I had to pretend like nothing happened. Like my professor hadn’t held me after fucking the soul out of me on his desk. Like he hadn’t whispered that I now had access—to him.And I wasn’t even sure what that meant. But I knew I craved more.As he started lecturing on postmodern literature, my eyes didn’t leave him. His fingers wrapped around the whiteboard marker like he could do unspeakable things with it. He smirked once—catching my stare—and I knew he was thinking about it too.And then… it happened.“Can I ask a question?” a voice purred from the f
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Chapter ThreeAfter HoursFridays used to be nothing to me. Now, they meant everything.Because Friday meant I had to see him.Not because he summoned me—not exactly.Not because I had more essays to “correct” under his scrutiny.But because I wanted him to summon me again.I thought about him every night. Every time I touched myself. I even caught myself daydreaming during other lectures, legs crossed tightly in the lecture hall, imagining his hand replacing my own under my skirt.I hadn’t stopped aching since last time.Because nothing I did could compare to what he did.So when Friday came, I wore something different.No lace. No innocence.A short red skirt, no panties. A sheer blouse with a black bra that barely counted. I kept my lips glossy and pink, my eyes dark. I wore heels I couldn’t walk in long, but I wouldn’t need to.I arrived at his office at 5:15 p.m.—after hours. The building was quiet, only the echo of my footsteps and the faint hum of the vending machine on the far
CRAVE: Temptations Collection Extra Credit - 2
Chapter TwoLesson PlanI didn’t sleep much after our first session.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him again—his mouth, his hands, the way he looked at me like I wasn’t just a student, but something he owned the second I walked into that office.I was still sore between my legs.And I liked it.I spent the next few days walking campus like I had a secret scrawled all over my skin. I wore tighter jeans, smaller tops. No one else knew, but I felt exposed. Like if I stood too close to someone, they’d smell him on me.I waited until Wednesday.Office hours again.At exactly 4:02, I knocked on his door.“Enter,” came the smooth, commanding voice.I stepped in slowly this time, more aware of how my hips swayed when I walked, how his gaze locked onto me like a match to gasoline.He was already standing when I entered.This time, he was in a black shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows again, collar slightly open.“Miss Callahan,” he said without smiling. “You’re late.”“By two minutes.”H
