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Chapter 2: Lingering TouchesRiley barely slept, every time she closed her eyes, she felt Professor Voss’s Elena’s mouth on hers, the firm press of her thigh, the way her breath had trembled. By morning her body still hummed with unresolved need. She skipped her usual coffee run and went straight to campus, nerves buzzing.The next lecture was torture, Elena stood at the front in a fitted navy dress that stopped just above the knee, voice calm and professional as she dissected a poem about repressed desire. Her eyes kept finding Riley’s. Each glance lingered a second too long.Riley sat in the third row again, legs crossed tight. Every time Elena walked past her aisle to gesture at the board, the faint trace of vanilla lingered. Riley’s nipples tightened under her hoodie. She scribbled notes furiously, but half of them were just repeated phrases: *her mouth, her hands, what if*.After class, students trickled out. Riley stayed, pretending to reread her notes.“Bunnett,” Elena said, st

Chapter 4: Crossing the ThresholdThe cabin was perfect, very isolated, tucked among tall pines, with a stone fireplace and a king-sized bed that dominated the loft bedroom. No colleagues. No students. No risk of knocking on the door. Just forty-eight hours of uninterrupted time.They barely made it inside before the dam broke.Elena dropped their bags the second the door closed. She pushed Riley against the wooden wall, kissing her with weeks of pent-up hunger. Hands roamed greedily under clothes, over skin. Riley moaned into her mouth as Elena’s thigh pressed firmly between her legs.“Bedroom,” Elena breathed. “Now.”They left a trail of clothes down the stairs and up to the loft. By the time they reached the bed, both were naked. Elena laid Riley down gently, then crawled over her, bodies aligning skin to skin. The contact was electric…soft breasts pressing, hips fitting perfectly, wet heat meeting wet heat.“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this,” Elena whispered, ki

Chapter 6: The Breaking PointThe drive back from the cabin was quiet, hands intertwined across the console, but the air felt heavier than on the way there. Every mile closer to campus tightened the knot in Riley’s stomach. Elena’s thumb stroked her knuckles soothingly, but her own jaw was tense.They parked a few blocks from Riley’s dorm. One last long kiss in the car….deep, desperate, tasting like goodbye and promise.“I’ll see you in class Monday,” Elena whispered against her lips. “Act normal. We’ll find moments.”Riley nodded, throat tight. “I love how you make me feel. Even when it’s terrifying.”Elena’s eyes softened. “I feel it too. More than I should.”Monday’s lecture was pure agony. Elena looked composed and professional, but Riley caught the subtle signs ... .the way her gaze lingered, the slight flush when their eyes met. Riley sat in her usual seat, thighs pressed together, remembering every thrust, every moan from the cabin.After class, a single text: “My office. Twent

CHAPTER 2 — CLOSED DOORSI should have left the moment he offered me tea.But I didn’t.Instead, I followed Marcus into the back room like a moth drawn to the only light left in the city. The space was small, intimate, lined with tall shelves of rare books and the faint scent of aged paper and leather. A single lamp cast a warm golden glow over the heavy oak table in the center.My heart was already racing.Marcus moved with that quiet confidence, pouring tea like we were two normal people having a normal conversation. But nothing about this felt normal. Not the way his eyes kept drifting to my mouth. Not the way my nipples had tightened into hard peaks the second we were alone.He handed me the cup, and our fingers brushed again. This time, he didn’t pull away immediately. His thumb stroked once across the back of my hand — slow, deliberate.“You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice low and rough.“I’m not,” I lied, even as heat flooded between my thighs.We sat across from each other. Th

CHAPTER 4 — PRIVATE COLLECTIONThe stairs to his apartment felt endless.Marcus didn’t let go of my hand the entire way up. His grip was firm, almost possessive, like he was afraid I might change my mind and run. My legs were still shaky from the orgasm he’d given me between the shelves, my panties soaked and sticking to me, my mind spinning with what I was about to do.I was really doing this.I was about to let the gruff, tattooed bookstore owner fuck me in his apartment above the store.The moment the door closed behind us, everything exploded.Marcus spun me around and pushed me up against the wall just inside the entrance. His mouth crashed down on mine — no more slow teasing, no more restraint. This kiss was hungry, desperate, almost violent. His tongue invaded my mouth as his big hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts through my blouse before yanking it open. Buttons flew somewhere across the room.“Fuck, Elena,” he growled against my lips, palming my bare breasts roughly,