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CRAVE: Temptations Collection Extra Credit - 5
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
CRAVE: Temptations Collection Extra Credit - 4
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
CRAVE: Temptations Collection Extra Credit - 3
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
CRAVE: Temptations Collection Extra Credit
Chapter OneOffice HoursI’d never had a reason to go to Professor Wolfe’s office before. I didn’t need one—not until my grades slipped hard and fast enough to send a cold shiver down my spine.Now, I was standing outside his door, staring at the brass nameplate like it might come alive and devour me whole.Professor Lucien Wolfe, English Literature.The hallway was empty. Quiet. Too quiet.I adjusted my too-tight cardigan and regretted not wearing something looser. Or maybe tighter. I wasn’t sure what I wanted from him… only that I wanted something. Approval. Mercy. A second chance. Maybe more.I raised my hand and knocked—softly at first.“Come in.”His voice was deep, rich with a crisp, almost predatory edge. My heart jerked in my chest.I pushed the door open and stepped inside.He sat behind a cluttered desk, papers scattered in a perfect storm of academic chaos. Shelves of leather-bound books surrounded him like ancient sentinels. The window blinds were half-closed, casting hori
CRAVE: Temptations Collection Beneath His Desk - 5
Chapter 5 The Taste of PowerThere’s something dangerous about silence.The kind of silence that follows a man like Julian Lancaster when he enters a room. Controlled. Predatory. As if he’s already decided what he wants, and you’re just waiting for him to make his move.That was the silence filling his penthouse office as I stood in front of his desk, my legs still weak from what he’d done to me in the elevator just an hour ago.He leaned back in his leather chair, one hand on the armrest, the other holding a glass of scotch. His jacket was off. Sleeves rolled. Tie loose. And his gaze—God, his gaze—was a promise of destruction.I couldn’t stop thinking about how his mouth had tasted between my legs. Or how my body still throbbed with the ache of being used so thoroughly, so unapologetically, and yet…It wasn’t enough.I was burning for him again.“Come here, Evelyn.” His voice was like the scotch he sipped—dark, smooth, and laced with fire.I moved slowly, as instructed, my heels cli
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