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I pushed lightly on his chest as I narrowed my eyes at him. He captured my hand in his and bit gently on my fingertips. It sent a bolt of heat straight to my overly sensitive pussy. “You know what I mean. What happens at the university?” My voice came out husky and thick with desire and Xav shot me a knowing look.
"You mean, besides us trying our damn best not to bend you over and fuck you senseless in front of the other students?" Ash chuckled, his warm breath grazing my ear.
A flush crept up my cheeks as their teasing words hit their mark. The proximity and their suggestive comments ignited a primal hunger within me, leaving me craving their touch more than anything else.
Xav leaned in, his voice low and seductive, sending shivers down my spine. "We'll maintain a professional façade, Star," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. "We'll be discreet, making sure our personal connection doesn't interfere with your education or our responsibilities as educators."
Ash's lips brushed against my neck, his voice dripping with desire. "But that doesn't mean we won't find subtle ways to show you just how fucking much we crave you," he murmured, his words laced with promise and mischief.
I couldn't help but shudder at their words, the thought of their hidden hunger and secret encounters fueling my own cravings. The anticipation of what lay ahead at the university became an intoxicating thrill, making it hard to focus on anything else but the insatiable need for their bodies against mine.
Xav's hand slipped slowly up my chest, his fingertips tracing lazy circles on my skin. "We'll indulge in stolen glances and secret touches," he murmured, "We'll find ways to satisfy our burning desire without compromising our professional reputation."
Ash's hand slid down to my waist, his touch possessive yet tender. "And when we're alone," he growled, his voice filled with longing, "we'll unleash all our pent-up passion and make every damn moment count."
A surge of desire rushed through me, my body responding to their words and touches with an overwhelming hunger. The forbidden allure only intensified the electric tension between us, fueling the fire that blazed within.
Xav's lips crashed onto mine in a heated kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with an insatiable need. Our lips moved in a sensual dance, tasting the primal hunger that simmered beneath the surface.
Ash's fingers trailed along the curve of my hip, igniting a trail of fire along my skin, leaving me desperate for more.
Xav broke the kiss, his breath mingling with mine. "We'll savor every stolen moment," he purred, his voice dripping with raw desire. "And when the time is right, we'll dive deep into our passions, free from the constraints of secrecy."
I nodded, my mind and body consumed by the intoxicating possibilities that lay ahead. The clandestine nature of our relationship added an exhilarating edge, fueling the flames of our connection.
Xav's gaze locked with mine, his eyes filled with tenderness and unspoken promises. "We'll support you, guide you, and fucking cherish you," he said, his voice brimming with sincerity. "Our cravings may be hidden, but our commitment to you is unwavering."
Ash's fingers tangled in my hair, his touch gentle yet possessive. "We'll navigate the complexities together," he vowed, his voice dripping with determination. "And amidst it all, we'll create memories that'll forever be etched in our souls."
I melted into their embrace, surrendering to the weight of their words and the intensity of our connection. The line between pleasure and taboo blurred, and I eagerly embraced the electrifying journey that lay before us.
AsIsteppedontothe campus on Monday, a nervous energy took hold of me. The events from Friday night flashed through my mind and then I remembered how Xav and Ash had safely escorted me to a Masquerade vehicle afterwards. We had exchanged our personal cell numbers, but they had made a promise to give me space and time over the weekend to reflect on our connection and make sure that I was fully set on the path we were about to embark upon.
I knew that I wouldn’t see any of them until Grey’s Math lecture in the afternoon, but I wasn’t sure I could wait that long.
Eva didn't have her first class until later in the morning, and we had planned to meet up at the coffee cart after my first class. But right then, I had some time to kill.
I made my way across the campus until I stood in front of a heavy wooden door labeled "Professor Greyson Steele." Taking a deep breath, I knocked, hoping he'd be inside. Silence greeted me, and I realized maybe I should've checked his damn office hours. After what felt like an eternity, I decided to take it as a sign to be patient and turn to leave, only to come face to face with the man himself. His piercing gray eyes locked onto mine from just a few steps away.
Standing there, heart pounding in my chest, it dawned on me that Xav and Ash might not have relayed everything that occurred at The Masquerade on Friday night. But whether they did or not, I was determined to have my own conversation with this dominant man.
He tilted his head, his gaze intensely fixed on me, and I could see a subtle flex of his jaw and hand as he took in my knee-length black skirt and cream blouse. "Were you looking for me, Miss Ross?" he asked, his voice gravelly.
Just hearing his voice was a reminder that we hadn’t interacted for almost a week and it sent a jolt of desire straight through me.
"Yes, Sir," I breathed out, watching his eyes darken. The tension between us crackled in the air, and my heart raced like a damn racehorse.
Grey's voice dripped with authority as he spoke again, his eyes never leaving mine. "Come inside, Miss Ross," he commanded, gesturing for me to enter his office.
I followed him into the room, a mix of anticipation and nerves coursing through me. The office was meticulously organized, mirroring Professor Steele's precise nature. Taking a seat in front of his desk, I couldn't help but feel a potent blend of vulnerability and longing.
Leaning against the edge of his desk, Grey crossed his arms, his intense gaze fixed on me. His presence overwhelmed me, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within.
"Tell me, Miss Ross," he began, his voice low and seductive, "what brings you here today? Is there something specific you wish to discuss?"
I took a moment to gather my thoughts, trying to steady myself under his penetrating stare. "I wanted to talk about what happened at The Masquerade. Are you aware of the discussion from my last visit?" I finally spoke up, my voice barely above a whisper. “And do you agree with it?”
A spark of heat flickered across his face, but he maintained his composure. "Ah, yes. The Masquerade. I'm very much aware, and yes, I do," he mused, his eyes locked onto mine. "Do you have any concerns, Miss Ross? Any regrets, perhaps?"
