The tension had been building for two weeks like a storm ready to break. Every class with Professor Jayden Cross was exquisite torture. Every lingering glance, every brush of his fingers when handing back papers, every low warning growl when I pushed him too far in his office—it all culminated here. Tonight.
I’d slipped a note into his desk drawer after the last period: Your office. 8 PM. No excuses. I need you to f**k your cumslut properly.
I didn’t know if he’d come. Part of me thrilled at the uncertainty. But at 8:05, the door to his office opened and Jayden stepped in, locking it behind him with a decisive click. The sound sent a rush of heat straight to my core.
He looked devastating. Tie loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up, that powerful frame radiating controlled fury and hunger. H
