All Chapters of His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

JasmineDavin frowned and took another step forward."Well, little boy, you're standing in my restaurant now, so I'm making it my business."The words landed like a match to gasoline. Conversations around the diner began to die away as nearby customers turned toward us, their forks pausing halfway to their mouths.I looked from one man to the other, my pulse hammering. Jason's shoulders had gone rigid, while Davin stood unnervingly calm, his arms folded across his chest, blocking the space between us without ever touching him.If I didn't stop this now, it was going to become something else.I stepped between them, forcing myself to take a shaky breath."Jason, please." I kept my voice low, hoping to keep the attention from spreading any further. "This is becoming a scene. Just... please leave."He didn't even look at me."I'm a paying customer," he said, his eyes fixed on Davin. "I'll leave when I'm ready."Davin didn't so much as blink."Then you're welcome to sit down and order som

JasmineHis hands slid from my jaw to tangle in my hair, tilting my head, deepening the kiss until I was breathless, until the world narrowed to the demanding pressure of his lips, the scrape of his stubble against my chin, the solid wall of his chest against mine.I fisted my hands in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more, needing all of it, consequences be damned. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure surrender.One strong arm banded around my waist, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, a soft gasp escaping my lips as he broke the kiss to look at me.His eyes were dark, burning with an intensity that seared straight through me, stripping away every last defense. The artist, the professor, all the roles were gone. This was just a man, and I was just a woman, and the space between us was charged with enough electricity to light up the whole damn city.He carried me through the studio, past the easel with its unfin

JasmineBy eight fifty-four, I was sliding into my usual seat beside Ari with damp hair, a large coffee, and the annoying awareness that I could still feel Davin’s mouth against mine.Ari turned, looked at me, and narrowed her eyes.“No.”I stopped halfway through pulling out my notebook. “What?”“Whatever this is,” she said.My brows creased in uncertainty. “What is what?”She leaned closer. “This face.”“My face?”“Yes, Jasmine. The one attached to your head.”I stared at her, puzzled. “Okay. That’s very observant of you, I guess.”Ari studied me for a moment. “Why do you have that look?”“What look?”“The look women get right before they start making bad decisions.”I nearly choked on my coffee, and her eyes narrowed even further.“I guess I’ve been sleeping well lately,” I said, trying to downplay it.“Of course you would say that,” she muttered.I took another sip of my coffee. “Because it’s true, Ari.”“No one looks that happy from eight hours of sleep.”“Well, I got six,” I res

Jasmine“Where exactly are we going?”I looked out the passenger window again. The city had disappeared at least twenty minutes ago. The familiar buildings had given way to rows of houses, then stretches of trees, and now I wasn’t even sure what town we were in.Davin kept his eyes on the road.“You’ll see.”I turned back to him.“That’s what you said the last three times I asked.”“Then I suppose you should stop asking.”I narrowed my eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched.“Are you enjoying this?”He finally glanced at me, and there it was again, that smile he’d been trying, and failing, to hide since we’d left campus.I pointed at him.“You’re enjoying this way too much.”He shrugged and winked.“Maybe.”I groaned and sank lower in my seat.I’d spent most of the drive trying to guess where we were going, but every time I thought I’d figured it out, he took another turn that sent us somewhere completely unfamiliar.“Seriously, Davin. If you’re kidnapping me, this is a terrible w

JasmineThe sharp, insistent rapping on the door cut through the haze of lust. We both froze, our heads snapping toward the sound. For a second, neither of us moved, our bodies locked in a suspended state of disbelief.Knock. Knock. Knock.It was louder this time, more demanding.Who the hell was it?Then a voice came. “Jasmine?”My blood turned cold as I recognized the voice—it was Bella.Davin stood immediately, but I caught his wrist. “Don’t move,” I whispered, “she’s gonna hear you.”Another knock. “Jas, I know you’re home. Your light is on, open up.”I looked around the apartment, trying desperately to think of somewhere he could disappear without immediately being discovered.The living room was too open, the kitchen had nowhere useful to hide, and the bathroom was too close to the entrance. There was no chance I was going to somehow explain away finding my professor crouched behind my couch at almost midnight.I grabbed my trousers and pulled them on, nearly losing my balance i