All Chapters of Dirty and Sinful Collection (erotica) : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

4ZaraThe next day, everything was off.Victor was gone for a work trip, leaving me in the house with more space than I knew what to do with. The champagne buzz was gone. My head still ached from the hangover, and my body ached for him.Michael.I hadn’t seen him since he dropped me off. I didn’t know if it was because of his professionalism or if something else was going on, but it felt different. Like he was avoiding me.I’d noticed it since yesterday, how he dropped me off and went away and made sure I didn’t see him again.There was no word from him when I passed him in the hallway. Even his responses were clipped, as if he was intentionally shutting down any chance of conversation. I hated it.And I didn’t like how much it bothered me.I paced around the house, wearing my favorite silk robe, because why not, it was only me here, and sipping on coffee that didn’t seem to help my mood. My thoughts were on a loop, spinning around Michael. What was this? Was he regretting last night

6ZaraMichael had barely looked at me since yesterday’s shower. And yet, I could still feel him all over me. I could still feel his mouth on my throat, his hands gripping my thighs and his body pinning me to the wet tile. That wasn’t something you washed off.And the way he slipped into silence after haunted me. I thought we were past that.I kept waiting for the shift, the look of regret in his eyes or the distancing that always came next, but it didn’t this time. Not really. He didn’t avoid me. He didn’t shut me out. He just simmered. And I was boiling.Every time I passed him in the hallway, I caught it: the way his eyes would flick to the sway of my hips. The tension in his jaw when I leaned a little too close to ask something that didn’t need asking. The way his hands flexed when I licked honey off my finger at breakfast, knowing he was watching from the other side of the room.He wanted me.And he hated that he did.Which only made me want him more.It was just after eleven whe

ZaraHe was back.I didn’t hear the door. Didn’t see the car pull up. I was halfway down the hallway when I felt it him around.I turned the corner, and there he was.Michael stood at the bottom of the stairs, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder, jaw tight, expression unreadable. He looked the same and completely different. The same black T-shirt stretched across his chest. He was back from wherever Victor had sent him to.I didn’t move. Neither did he.We just stared at each other.I thought I’d say something clever. Ask him how his week was. Maybe pretend I hadn’t spent every night with my hand between my thighs, imagining his mouth, his cock, his voice in my ear.But I couldn’t say a damn thing.Not when his eyes were dragging over me like that. I felt stripped bare in his gaze, like he could see the ache I’d had since he left.And still, neither of us moved.Then, suddenly, finally, he dropped the bag. The sound of it hitting the floor was like a gunshot. And just like that, we

1Eli’s POVI stood outside her office door for maybe five minutes before I finally knocked.It was stupid. I’d told myself I’d just walk in, ask my questions, get help with the assignment, and leave. Quick. No big deal.But every time I imagined her looking at me, I hesitated. I knocked twice before I could change my mind.“Come in,” her voice called.I opened the door and stepped inside.Dr. Monroe was seated at her desk, glasses perched low on her nose, grading a stack of papers with a red pen. Her office smelled like coffee and something floral I couldn’t name. Books were everywhere, either stacked, shelved or scattered. The desk lamp gave the room a warm glow, even though it was only late afternoon.She looked up, eyes meeting mine. “Eli.”I swallowed. “Hi. Um. You said to come by if I needed help?”She set her pen down and smiled, the kind that doesn’t show teeth. “Yes, of course. Come sit.”I crossed the room and sat in the chair opposite her. My backpack felt heavier than usua

3Eli’s POVI thought I was imagining things when I got the email.Subject: Extra Credit OpportunityFrom: Dr. MonroeTo: Eli Turner.Hi Eli,If you’re open to some extra work, I have a special analysis project I think you’d enjoy. It’s outside the syllabus, very focused and very interpretive. Come by my office this evening if you’re interested. We can talk about it in more detail.-Dr. MonroeI stared at it for a long time.“Very focused and very interpretive.”I knew what she was doing. At least, I thought I did. Still, I showed up.6:05 PM. Her door was slightly open. I knocked anyway.She was at her desk, reading. No glasses tonight. Hair down.“Eli,” she said, looking up. “Come in.”The door clicked shut behind me, and suddenly the room felt way too small. Or too warm. Or both.“I appreciate you being open to this,” she said, standing. “It’s not required. Just something a little different. For students who want to challenge themselves.”“What kind of different?”She walked over t