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LUST AND ECSTASY; SPICY EROTICA COLLECTIONS Story 3 : 8
A Fraud And A LiarIVY'S POV Winter camed by quickly and the whole university was covered in snow. Just in case I hadn't mentioned it, Winter was my favorite season but also my worst. Having to deal with the workflow that came with the festive season was not something I could describe with the word—“hate”. And just like it couldn't get any worse, I had to be found out.I sat in the oversized leather guest chair, my coat draped over my shoulders, shivering—not just from the cold, but from the email glowing on the monitor of Nathan’s computer.FROM: Office of the Dean of FacultyTO: Professor N. BlakeRE: Audit of Undergraduate Research Grant – Carter, I.“Nathan, we’ve flagged the Carter paper for a secondary verification. Our automated system couldn't ping the digital archive at Vercelli. Please provide the direct contact for the archivist who supervised her visit. We need this by tomorrow morning to finalize the scholarship disbursements.”My stomach dropped. I already had enough on
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A Close CallIVY'S POV Every time I tried to cry out, he covered my mouth with his, stifling my moans with a deep, hungry kiss. I had never done anything this risky in my life. If a security guard or a stray guest walked in, my life was over. But under Nathan’s touch, the danger felt like fuel. I wasn't just his assistant or his student; in this dark library, I was the only thing that mattered to him.He moved with a fierce intensity, as if he were trying to punish me for the very jealousy he’d provoked. He pushed me to the edge, his voice a low, commanding whisper in my ear, telling me exactly how much he enjoyed seeing me come apart for him.He stopped nearly abruptly and looked me in the eye for a moment that felt like eternity.“Bend over and take off your panties. I want to watch.”“What do you think you're doing?” I spoke back in a defiant voice. It was crazy enough that we were making out in public, and now he wants to test out some kind of kink?“It's not like I haven't seen
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Faculty GalaIVY'S POV I was dressed in a standard-issue catering uniform—a stiff white button-down and a black skirt that felt too long and too itchy. My job was to circulate with a silver tray of champagne. How did I get here? Well, I volunteered to help out at the Faculty Gala solely because I knew Professor Blake would be the guest of honor. It had to be obsession at this point.I caught sight of him across the room, and my breath hitched. He was in a tuxedo, the black wool tailored so perfectly to his lean, muscular frame that he looked like a statue come to life. He was surrounded by a group of wealthy donors and a particularly striking female professor from the Law department who kept resting her hand on his forearm.Nathan was smiling—a polite, distant version of the smirk I saw in his office. He looked untouchable. He looked like the world-class academic the university touted him to be, not the man who had bent me over his desk hundred and sixty-eight hours ago. That was bas
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Risk and RewardIVY'S POV He stopped inches away, his presence overwhelming the small space. "Is this for me, Ivy? This sudden change in wardrobe?""It’s just a shirt, Professor.""It’s a distraction," he corrected, his voice a low growl. He reached out, his finger hooking into the lace and pulling it slightly. “Are you that desperate for me to hold you?”“I-I’m not,” I stuttered, my voice not sounding confident enough. I indeed wanted to go all the way with him but at the same time, I had my pride and didn't want him to always dominate. I wasn't doing a good job at countering it though."You're trying to shift the power dynamic. You think if you look beautiful enough or sound confident enough, I'd do your biddings. You’re testing the boundaries again,” he unhooked my bra and felt my chest. My face turned red and I felt wet down there just thinking of what he might do. “If you want something, you have to say it, if not I won't know. Don't be stubborn now, be a good girl and tell me
LUST AND ECSTASY; SPICY EROTICA COLLECTIONS Story 3: The Professor’s Hot But Petite Liar 4
The Taste Of Forbidden Fruit IVY'S POV His blue eyes were no longer icy. They were possessive, nearly like he wanted to eat me up right now."Look at me while I break your focus, Ivy," he commanded.I watched him as he worked me, my vision blurring. The contrast was staggering—his expensive suit, his professional demeanor, and the way he was systematically dismantling me on his office furniture. I felt the climax building as I moved my hips, I wanted him to put it in but he didn't seem like he wanted to despite having a hard on."Please," I begged, not even knowing what I was asking for."Say it," he hissed, his fingers hitting a sensitive nerve that made my whole body jump. "Tell me who owns this moment.""You," I gasped, my fingers clawing at the maps on the desk, crinkling the expensive parchment. "You do. Nathan... please."Just as I reached the peak, as the first waves of release began to crash through my petite frame, he pulled his hand away.I slumped against the desk, my bre
LUST AND ECSTASY; SPICY EROTICA COLLECTIONS Story 3: The Professor’s Hot But Petite Liar 3
Playing With FireIVY'S POV The rain poured heavily against the tall, narrow windows of the faculty wing. It was 7:00 PM on a Tuesday. The campus was nearly empty as most lecturers and students had vacated the campus. On the other hand, I had a session… I mean, work to do with Professor Blake.I knocked on the door and I heard him mutter for me to come in.“Take a look at this, Ivy,” he beckoned to me and I walked over to his desk.I stood by the desk, my fingers trembling as I held a magnifying glass over a seventeenth-century map. My legs ached from a six-hour shift at the diner before class, and my brain felt like it was made of wet wool."You're drifting, Ivy."Nathan’s voice sliced through the silence. He was sitting in his high-backed leather chair, a glass of amber liquid—bourbon, most likely—resting near his elbow. He hadn't touched it. He had spent the last hour watching me "assist" him, which mostly involved me standing under the hot glow of his desk lamp while he critiqued
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