MasukDr. Kane’s POV I paced the living room of my apartment for the tenth time, phone in hand, staring at the screen like it might magically change. No new messages from Harper. No calls. Nothing since she had walked in on Vivian and me yesterday. I had texted her multiple times, called twice, left a voicemail explaining that Vivian was my ex-fiancée and that nothing had happened. Silence. Complete silence. The guilt was eating me alive. I kept replaying the look on her face when she opened the door — the shock, the hurt, the way she had backed out like she’d been slapped. Harper was only twenty. She was my student. And I had let things go this far knowing exactly how dangerous it was. Now she was probably sitting in her dorm thinking I had been kissing my ex behind her back. The thought made my chest feel tight. I had told Vivian to leave yesterday. Right after Harper ran out. I had been firm, almost cold. “Vivian, this isn’t a good time. I have work to do. You should go.” She had look
Harper’s POV I woke up the next morning with my eyes swollen and my throat raw from crying. The pillow was still damp in places. For a few seconds I just lay there staring at the ceiling, hoping the heavy feeling in my chest would ease if I stayed perfectly still. It didn’t. The image of Vivian leaning in to kiss Dr. Kane kept replaying behind my eyes like a loop I couldn’t pause. Her hand on his chest. Their faces so close. The way he hadn’t pulled away immediately. I rolled over and reached for my phone. It was still turned off. I held it in my hand for a long time, thumb hovering over the power button, before setting it back down. I wasn’t ready to see his messages. I wasn’t ready to hear whatever explanation he might have. Because no matter what he said, the truth was that she had walked into his office like she belonged there. Like she had history with him. Like she fit in his world in a way I never could. I forced myself out of bed and went through the motions. Shower. Breakf
Harper’s POV I didn’t remember running down the hallway. One moment I was standing in Dr. Kane’s doorway watching another woman lean in to kiss him, the next I was halfway down the stairs, my tennis bag banging against my hip with every step. My vision was blurry. I couldn’t breathe properly. The image kept flashing behind my eyes — her hand on his chest, their faces so close, his fingers on her shoulder like he wasn’t stopping her. Like maybe he wanted it. I burst out of the humanities building into the cold evening air and kept going until I reached the small bench behind the tennis courts where no one usually went this late. I dropped onto it, bag falling to the ground, and finally let the tears come. They spilled hot and fast down my cheeks. I pressed both hands over my mouth to muffle the sobs because the last thing I needed was someone hearing me break down like this. Why did it hurt this much? I had known this was dangerous from the beginning. I had told myself a hundred ti
Dr. Kane’s POV I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my hand. The stack of papers on my desk had barely been touched. Instead of grading, I had spent the last twenty minutes staring at my phone, rereading the last message Harper had sent me this morning — a simple “Have a good day” with a small smiley face. It was innocent enough, but it made something warm and uncomfortable twist in my chest. I kept thinking about last weekend at the cabin. The way she had looked at me when we were lying in bed together. The quiet way she had traced patterns on my skin while we talked about nothing important. I wasn’t sure what this was anymore. Lust? Affection? Something deeper that I had no business feeling for a twenty-year-old student? It had only been a few weeks, but she was already under my skin in a way no one else had been in years. I told myself it was just physical attraction mixed with the thrill of the forbidden. I was her professor. Twelve years older. This was s
Harper’s POV The next few days passed in a strange, secret haze. I went to class, practiced tennis until my muscles burned, studied in the library with friends, and tried to act like nothing had changed. But everything had changed. Every time I saw Dr. Kane in the lecture hall my body reacted before my mind could catch up — a flush of heat across my skin, a tightening low in my belly, the memory of his hands on me and the way he had sounded when he came inside me. I kept my eyes on my notes most of the time, but when our gazes met across the room the air between us felt electric. One look from him could make me press my thighs together under the desk and remember exactly how full he had felt. We were careful. Painfully careful. We didn’t meet in his office again that week. Instead we texted in careful, coded messages. He would send me an article about a book we had talked about. I would reply with a quote that made me think of him. Nothing that could be used as proof if someone ev
Harper’s POV We stayed tangled together on his couch for a long time afterward, skin cooling slowly, breaths gradually evening out. Elias had one arm wrapped around my back, his fingers tracing slow, absent patterns along my spine. My head rested on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat under my ear. I could feel the light sheen of sweat between us, the way my leg was draped over his, and the soft press of his softening cock against my thigh. Everything felt heavy and intimate in a way I had never experienced before. My body was sore in the best possible way — a deep, satisfied ache between my legs, my nipples still sensitive from his mouth, my skin tingling everywhere he had touched. I didn’t speak for a while. I just lay there, breathing him in, trying to hold onto the warmth of the moment before the rest of the world crept back in. Because the guilt was already starting to stir again, quiet but insistent, curling in my stomach like smoke. He was my professor.
Trinidad.“Let’s go to the room and fuck.”Lucinda’s words hit me like a shot of pure fire. She was still standing there naked in the shower, water running down her big perky tits, her pussy lips glistening and swollen from the orgasm I’d just given her with my fingers. Her eyes were dark with lust
Trinidad.The bathroom door creaked open and Lucinda stepped inside still wearing that tiny red mini gown, heels clicking on the tile. Her big perky tits were spilling out the top, nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. She looked flushed, confused, and so fucking beautiful it made my che
Trinidad.“Trini…” Lucinda said, voice softer than usual but still carrying that sassy edge. “We really need to talk.”My heart dropped straight into my stomach. I was standing in the middle of our shared bedroom, still holding my backpack, trying to act normal even though my palms were sweating. A
Lucinda.My head felt like someone had thrown a whole damn party inside my skull and forgotten to clean up.I groaned loudly, rolling over in bed and immediately regretting every shot I took last night. My mouth tasted like regret and cheap tequila. My tight black dress was twisted around my waist







