Chapter three

York University's main building was a wonder to behold. Polished oak panels gleamed warm under sparkling lights as students’ chatter bounced lively off its vaulted ceilings, thick with new-semester energy.

Aria wove frantically through the crowd, her skirt riding up her thighs from the sprint earlier, finally making it to class and sliding into a creaky back-row seat in the packed lecture theater. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she smoothed her messy bun.

Her heart was beating erratically as she sat there quietly, trying to hide the heat creeping up her neck. Her thighs clenched involuntarily as she remembered his powerful thrusts splitting her open just hours ago. That thick, veined cock that wrecked my world and left me shaking teaches in my goddamn school?

Could this day get any worse?

Almost like the universe was enjoying the dilemma she was in, Professor Jason strode in like he owned the room, his crisp navy suit straining across his broad shoulders, tie knotted perfectly, but not quite hiding the shadowy tattoo peeking at the open collar. Oh god, just kill me now.

“Good morning, students. Welcome to Advanced Lit Theory 501,” he boomed, the same baritone timbre, making her core clench tight. “This isn’t some undergrad playtime like you are used to. Expect rigor. No excuses for late submission of assignments… or late arrivals.”

His gaze swept across the sea of faces in the theater, slow and deliberate, until it caught hers. Those piercing blue eyes made Aria squirm deeper into her seat, her cotton panties growing damper by the second.

“Oh, he’s so dreamy,” she heard someone say behind her.

“I know, right? But some alumni say he’s so strict,” another voice whispered.

Oh, she’s definitely interested in what they were saying.

“Still… imagine how ripped he’d look if he removed that suit.”

“Girl, snap out of it. He’s married. You don’t stand a chance with him.”

Wait what?? He’s married!? His wife’s one lucky bitch. Does she even know her man picks up heartbroken girls at clubs and fucks them raw till they scream?

She remembered his hot tongue flat against her swollen clit, circling slow and torturous, then sucking hard with growls vibrating straight to her bones. God, why does he have to be married? This makes it much more complicated.

The classes continued, and her notes blurred meaningless on her page as she doodled absent hearts and jagged lines, biting her lower lip. It was only when she felt blood did she snap back to reality. Just then, the bells shrieked and Aria bolted up, ready to leave the class immediately, but her phone buzzed and she stopped to look at her screen. It was from the group chat.

Mia: “Hungover queen status?”

Lena: “You have to spill every dirty club hottie detail over wine later!!!”

Jade replied with a 100% emoji to show her own agreement.

Her fingers flew as she typed shakily.

Aria: “Dead inside. You won’t believe what happened.”

With that, she stepped out into the bustling hallway and walked to the coffee kiosk. A blond barista manned the counter, his dimples cratering deep under as he smiled towards her as she walked up.

“Large vanilla latte. Extra foam, please,” she said without glancing up.

“The heartbroken special? Then no charges for you.”

Aria’s head immediately shot up, shocked by what she just heard. He had messy blond spikes that flopped boyishly over his forehead, his green eyes soft as he looked at her. She squinted her eyes at the tag on the left pocket of his yellow branded shirt: Tyler Brooks.

“I saw you sprint to class like you were being chased by a monster. Rough morning already?” Tyler asked casually, as he frothed her orders.

“Oh! Today’s my first day,” Aria said, smiling faintly. “Let’s just say I tried to make a good impression by being a punctual student.”

“That’s totally understandable,” he said. “I’m Tyler, but you already know that, seeing the tag on my shirt.”

Laughing, she took her orders. “Nice to meet you, Tyler. I’m Aria. Um… I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Sure,” Tyler replied.

With that, she left the store and walked to her next lecture for the day. As she moved through the hallway, a long shadow fell over her and she turned to see Professor Jason leaving another class, and he was coming towards her. His glasses were perched casually on his nose like a sexy professor stereotype come alive.

“Ms Aria Jenkins,” his voice dropped low, sending shivers down her spine. “My office. Now.”

Her stomach flipped violently. “Why?” she challenged him, lifting her chin defiantly, despite the pulse hammering her clit. What is she thinking? This is her professor for god’s sake.

He stepped close, invading her space. His cologne, sandalwood and clean musk wrapped her senses like last night’s sin. Towering over her 5’5 frame, he murmured so only she heard. “We need to talk about last night.”

Then, he walked past her. His office was just at the end of the hallway. Perfect for whatever hidden agenda she thinks he may have. The wooden office door clicked open and then shut as he vanished inside, waiting.

Before her brain could rationalize what to do next, Aria’s feet moved on autopilot, every step echoing her thudding heart, her thighs slick with arousal shame, thinking of what he would do when she entered the office. What the hell are you doing, Aria? Not only is he your professor, but he’s married. But that cock… god.

As soon as she got to the door, she pushed it open slowly and stepped into a dim room. Dark wood panels lined the floor-to-ceiling office, with leather-bound spines smelling of old paper and ink. There was a massive mahogany desk dominating the center of the room like a throne.

Jason leaned back against it in a casual predatory way, his sleeves rolled up, showing his forearms that had a snarling wolf tattoo flexing with muscles. His glasses fogged faintly at the edges as he crooked a finger. “Close the door. Lock it.”

The click snicked loud in the quiet. Aria crossed her arms tight over her heaving chest, trying to look unaffected even as her nipples peaked underneath her clothes.

“One night only. No strings attached, Professor Anderson. We were clear.”

Jason didn’t say anything. Instead, he pushed off the desk, prowling close to her, until heat radiated off his suited frame. His fingers brushed over face lightly, dipping slowly until he stopped at her collarbone. His blue eyes devoured every inch he traced. Aria couldn’t move, even if she wanted to. It was like he had a spell over her that paralyzed her completely.

“Liar. I know my cock is still echoing deep in that tight pussy of yours. I’ll bet my life that you are soaked wet right now.”

Heat flooded her core instantly, and without meaning to, she shivered, her nipples peaking and aching. “B-but… you’re married,” She tried to sound nonchalant, but her shaky voice betrayed her.

“I am. Then, tell me to stop if you don’t want this.” His breath was hot against her skin.

Fuck your wife. I need one more taste. “Don’t you dare stop,” she whispered raggedly, and yanked his tie hard, crashing his mouth on hers.