Alle Kapitel von Dirty Secret: Bound By My Professor's Desire: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

For some reason, Jiyya felt as though he had deliberately emphasized that last word. She had no idea why. Instead of dwelling on it, she decided to let the comment pass. Once he stepped inside, she followed after him."Excuse me."The first thing Jiyya noticed about Sir Joan's apartment was the familiar scent of his cologne, a fragrance that had somehow become his signature. The place was neat and well organized, completely contradicting what he had just said. Rows of books were arranged neatly on the shelves. It seemed Sir Joan enjoyed reading, and she liked that because reading happened to be one of her hobbies as well.Then her gaze stopped at a door that had been left wide open. Inside was a bed, making it obvious that it was his bedroom. Oh no. She had just peeked into her lecturer's bedroom."Um... may I use your bathroom, Sir?" Jiyya asked softly, her voice filled with embarrassment. She felt uncomfortable in her damp clothes, so she thought she might at least dry them off in t

Jiyya shivered at the statement that had been far too blunt coming from the man she respected as one of her lecturers. In truth, she could hardly believe that Sir Joan was revealing more and more of a side of himself he had never shown before, and doing so so boldly in front of her. It was true that they had known each other long before Jiyya decided to continue her studies. Even so, she had never expected that the Sir Joan she had met through Dean would turn out to be a lecturer at her university.Jiyya flinched again when Sir Joan suddenly raised his hand and let it trail gently over her shoulder. "You're completely soaked, Jiyya," he murmured.Strangely, although he was referring to her clothes, Jiyya interpreted his words in an entirely different way. She must have been completely contaminated by Silvana, because her thoughts had wandered somewhere else from a single ambiguous word. "We really need to get you out of these clothes," Sir Joan added.Jiyya could only let out a tiny s

"You don't have to say everything that crosses your mind, Sir. Besides, I never imagined from the beginning that we would ever—" Jiyya cut herself off the instant Sir Joan's fingers brushed against the last piece of fabric covering her body. It was only for a moment, as though he was simply confirming something.Sir Joan could not help feeling a quiet sense of satisfaction, another achievement to add to the success of his seduction. The young woman had completely surrendered to the pleasure he had awakened. She was unmistakably soaked, her body's honest response to everything he had done.Jiyya felt it too, of course. Especially when Sir Joan held up his damp fingertips for her to see. She immediately covered her face with both hands again. What on earth was he trying to do?"It's not what you think, Sir Joan," she protested softly. "You must think I'm the kind of girl who's dirty and desperate for sex. But that's not true."Sir Joan said nothing in response. Instead, he leaned over h

The room fell abruptly silent. Jiyya had the unsettling feeling that the joke she'd made had been taken seriously. She hurried to correct herself before things spiraled any further."I was just kidding, Sir. Please don't take what I said seriously."Even as she said it, Jiyya could barely believe what had happened to her. Silvana would probably be the first person to tell her she was the luckiest girl alive if she ever found out. And this wasn't a dream. Jiyya wasn't drunk, either. She was completely sober, yet she still couldn't believe Sir Joan had actually kissed and caressed her. It was the craziest experience she'd ever had in her life.Jiyya was still a virgin, but the man had introduced her to a kind of pleasure she could never have discovered on her own. Sir Joan, the man she respected, admired, and looked up to, had just touched her body. And honestly, she'd liked it."The problem is, that's exactly how I think whenever it comes to anything involving you, Jiyya."The moment t

This morning, Jiyya woke up somewhere other than her own home. She opened her eyes wrapped in a blanket, wearing an oversized long sleeved T-shirt that she distinctly remembered Sir Joan had been wearing the day before. And then there was the firm arm around her waist, reminding her of everything that had happened here. It didn't take long for her to realize this wasn't her bedroom. As her memories slowly came back into focus, she finally understood exactly where she was.She'd spent the night at Sir Joan's apartment. And they had... Oh, God.Jiyya hurried to slip out of bed, but Sir Joan's arm held her firmly in place, leaving her unable to move. This was bad. Very bad. It became even worse when she noticed the clock on the bedroom wall. It was already well into the morning, the time when classes at the university had begun. Every favorable assumption she'd ever made about the man instantly crumbled. A suspicion suddenly crossed her mind. Maybe this was why he was always late for his