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Forbidden Affairs My mentor’s bed 3
The first time was a secret. The second time was a decision. By the third, it was a habit.Naomi came back the following week under the pretense of needing guidance on her thesis revisions. She scheduled the meeting late—past office hours, long after the building emptied. She told herself it was for focus. Quiet. Clarity. But the second he opened the door and looked at her like she was the itch beneath his skin he couldn’t stop scratching, she knew they both wanted the same thing. She didn’t sit in the chair across the desk. She stood beside it, waited until he closed the door, and then kissed him before he could speak.He didn’t resist. Not anymore. He kissed her back, rougher this time, like the last thread of morality had snapped and now it was just hunger. He pulled her into his lap, undid his pants with one hand while the other dragged her panties down. She rode him in his office chair, moaning into his neck, his fingers bruising her hips, her skirt bunched around her waist as hi
Forbidden Affairs My mentor’s bed 2
She hadn’t planned to come. That was the lie she kept telling herself. The moment the invitation reached her inbox, Naomi hesitated only long enough to reread the name at the bottom—Marcus Vale—before replying with a quiet yes. A literary retreat. Two nights at his personal townhouse just outside the city. Three students. Private discussion. Focused writing time. She could’ve pretended it was about the work. Could’ve told herself it was academic. But deep down, buried beneath her pride and perfectly formatted response, she knew why she was going. She wanted him to touch her again. This time without pulling away.The townhouse was quiet when she arrived. Beautiful but minimal. Dark wood floors, soft gray walls, shelves lined with books that had seen hands and time. She was led to a guest room upstairs and told to settle in. The other two students were already there, polite enough but distracted, eager to impress. Professor Vale was in the kitchen when she first saw him, sleeves rolled,
Forbidden Affairs My mentor’s bed 1
It started with a sentence. Something he said casually, in that low, unreadable tone he always used when discussing writing as if it were something separate from emotion, as if stories weren’t born from heat and instinct but structure and form. Naomi had been sitting across from him in his office, notebook in her lap, pen tapping against her knee, pretending to stay focused on her thesis while her eyes kept sliding to his mouth every time he spoke. She told herself it was admiration. Intellectual. Professional. But she knew better.Professor Marcus Vale wasn’t just brilliant. He was dangerous. The kind of man who could take a room and make it quieter without saying a word. He didn’t speak unless he meant it. He didn’t praise unless you earned it. And when he looked at you, it felt like he was peeling you open to read the parts of you you didn’t know how to hide.His office was dim, lit only by the desk lamp and the soft glow of his reading light near the window. Books lined the walls
Forbidden Affairs My Ex’s father’s assistant 4
I wasn’t expecting her that night. It had been four days since the hotel, and I hadn’t heard a word. No texts. No calls. Nothing but silence. It was the kind of quiet that made you feel like the air was pressing too hard against your lungs. Like something was about to snap, but you didn’t know where or when. I told myself not to reach out. She said she’d come if she wanted to. I told myself I didn’t care if she didn’t. That was a lie.When I heard the knock, soft and frantic, just past midnight, I knew it was her before I even stood up. My heart was already racing by the time I opened the door.She stood there in a trench coat, face pale, lipstick gone, her hair wild from rain or wind or both. She looked like she hadn’t slept. Like she hadn’t eaten. But her eyes burned.“I need to come in.”I stepped back. She walked past me without waiting for an answer, and I closed the door behind her, slow and heavy. She didn’t sit. She stood in the middle of the room, arms hanging at her sides li
Forbidden Affairs My ex’s father’s assistant 3
The hotel was modern, sleek, and polished to perfection. High glass windows overlooked the city skyline, casting shadows over the plush carpeted hallways and cold steel elevators. I arrived just after four, a single overnight bag slung over my shoulder and tension wrapped tight around my spine. The front desk clerk handed me a room key and smiled like he had no idea the reason I was here wasn’t business, but sin.The suite was on the sixteenth floor. Minimalist. Clean lines. Cream and gray, with a long wall of glass framing the horizon. I dropped the bag by the chair and checked my phone. Nothing from Lorelei. Not yet. But I already knew she was here. I could feel it, a pull in the air, like gravity bending between us.I showered. Changed into slacks and a black shirt. No tie. No jacket. I poured a drink from the minibar, something amber and strong, and stared out the window as the city shifted into night. I hadn’t seen her since the office. Since I came inside her while she moaned my
Forbidden Affairs My ex’s father’s assistant 2
The city pulsed outside the windows like a living thing. Lights flashed in muted rhythm across the glass, and somewhere far below, the traffic droned on, oblivious to the decisions being made behind corporate doors. It was after six when I arrived. I hadn’t planned to stop by. I was supposed to drop a file off with one of the interns, maybe flash a smile and leave. But something inside me turned the wheel toward the building. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was the memory of Lorelei’s voice telling me to stop pretending. Or maybe I just wanted to see if the look in her eyes that night had been real.The receptionist was gone. The place was quiet, lights low, offices mostly empty. Only one room near the back still glowed—a long stretch of glass framed by sleek blinds and soft white lamplight. Her office. I hesitated only a second before heading down the hall. My shoes echoed off the floor. The anticipation in my chest beat like a drum.She was seated at her desk, scrolling through som
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