All Chapters of Forbidden Lecture: My Professor's Secret Craving: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

She stared at him, her fork paused mid-air.Was this the future Lena was talking about earlier? She wasn’t sure if she was in the right headspace for that, especially with the Jason thi—“Hey,” Tyler added quickly. “I don’t mean like tomorrow or even this semester. Just… after your program maybe. Or when it feels right. Us… planning for that.”“I…” She swallowed. Her mouth felt dry. “That’s… a lot.”His expression softened. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Forget I said it like that. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”“You didn’t freak me out,” she lied, managing a smile that felt too tight. “I’m just… surprised.”“Good surprised or ‘I need to flee the country’ surprised?” he asked gently.She let out a breathy laugh. “Somewhere in between,” she said. “Tyler, I… I like this. And I do want it.” Her chest ached with the truth of it. “It’s just… big life decisions, you know.”“That’s okay,” he reached across the table and covered her hand with his. “Really. I’m not trying to… trap you or anything.”

***THE NIGHT BEFORE THE GALA***Lena’s whistle bounced off the bedroom walls.“Turn around again,” she said, propped up on the bed. “More slowly. I need to soak this in.”“Lena, this is the sixth time,” Aria laughed, but she did a small spin.The black lace dress hugged her like it had been sewn straight onto her skin—high neck, long sleeves, the back mostly bare, and the hem just kissing her knees.“Bitch, I don’t care,” Lena said. “Damn! You look like a dangerous heiress. I fully support it.”Aria snorted and turned back to the mirror, smoothing her hands down her sides. “You don’t think it’s a lot.”“Anything from Dior is perfect,” Lena corrected. “Okay, now the blue one again. For science.”Aria groaned. “You just like bossing me around.”“You’re not wrong,” Lena said. “Blue. Come on.”Aria carefully unzipped, wriggling out of the lace, then stepped into the midnight blue velvet.The fabric slid over her hips like water, the slightly deep V‑neckline skimming the edge of indecent,

For a second, Aria just squinted into the light, her fingers tightening on Tyler’s arm.People pressed against the velvet ropes on either side, phones and cameras up, lenses glinting under the canopy lights.“Aria! Over here!”“Ms. Jenkins, one smile, please!”She blinked, instinctively angling her body toward the voices.“Okay, this is insane,” she muttered under her breath.Tyler leaned closer. “You’re killing it already,” he said. “You look like you’ve done this your whole life.”

Even as he stood beside Victoria, Jason couldn’t stop seeing it.The way Aria’s fingers laced so easily through Tyler’s, their hands clasped like it was the most natural thing in the world.The last time he heard about Tyler, she’d said he was just her friend. Now this?Victoria’s voice pulled him back.“Darling, the Millers are here,” she said smoothly, nodding toward a silver-haired couple approaching with champagne flutes raised. “Smile.”Jason forced a smile, extending his hand. “George, Cynthia,” he said. “Good to see you both.”“Jason,” George boomed, clapping his shoulder. “I heard great things about that paper on rural reading policy. Still stirring up trouble?”“You know me,” Jason laughed. “And you? How’s the firm?”Victoria jumped in seamlessly, laughing at something Cynthia said about their recent trip to Tuscany, her hand resting lightly on Jason’s forearm.He matched her energy, nodding at the right moments, asking about their daughter’s new job in Vancouver.But half hi

“Jason…” she gasped, grabbing at his forearm.“Yeah,” he murmured against her jaw. “Say my name. Not his.”She whimpered, digging her nails into his arms, the door’s cool wood pressing into her back, contrasting the heat building in her core as her thighs trembled.“Someone could—”Her protest dissolved into a sharp inhale as he plunged two fingers into her pussy without warning, stretching her walls and curling upward to hit that sensitive spot.“So fucking wet, already, kitten,” he snarled. “This pussy’s mine… gripping me like it never wants to let go.”Aria’s head fell back against the door, whimpering silently as he finger-fucked her.His thrusts hit deep and relentless as the wet sounds filled the restroom.Jason tipped her chin so she had to look at him. “I guess your boyfriend doesn’t know you get this wet for your professor, does he?”Shame and arousal twisted together, vicious. She didn’t trust herself to answer.He kissed her then, hard and claiming, working her with a ruthl