Page 29 of Wicked Little Secret

But by the end of week three, there’s only one professor that I still find myself drawn to.

Despite the fact that Professor Adler ignores my existence, I couldn’t be more attuned to his. He’s cold and withering in his demeanor. Dismissive in every way, yet when he glares around the room, I can’t help raising my hand anyway. I can’t help hoping today is the day he calls on me.

I can impress him like I have in the past.

Sometimes, I even sense he’stemptedto glance in my direction. He’s restraining himself, holding back from interacting with me in any way. His jaw clenches as he avoids me at all costs.

It begins to feel like some unspoken game between us—my eager attempts to catch his attention during class and his stoic, restrained efforts to refuse me.

I see him elsewhere on campus. In the corridors and inside the student union when I’m grabbing coffee.

There’s no stone in the Gothic centuries-old architecture that doesn’t make me think of him.

At lunch, I enter the library to spot him browsing legal books. His face is set in deep concentration, his dark hair so rumpled, a strand hangs loose against his brow. His hand extends toward the bookshelf and I watch as he carefully selects a book, taking it into his wide palm and long fingers.

I’m there to peruse the newspaper archives from 2004—research on my late father and what exactly happened at Castlebury U two decades ago—but, suddenly, I’m hot and flushed. I’m distracted by Professor Adler as he strides by me with the same cold confidence he always possesses.

A little over an hour later, the door to my apartment’s flinging open as I rush inside and toss mybookbag aside. I usually spend Thursday afternoons studying and catching up on coursework, but I couldn’t stand another second on campus. I shimmy out of my jeans and rush toward my bedroom.

Peaches joins my side with loud meows that go ignored for now.

“Sorry, Peaches. Give me a moment, okay?”

I need release.

Flopping onto my bed, I grab my vibrator from the drawer of my nightstand table. The room fills with its loud buzzing as the toy vibrates against my clit and my eyes roll shut.

Fantasy takes over.

I’m imagining Professor Adler’s hands everywhere. I’m picturing how firm they’d feel gripping my hips and sliding over my thighs.

A moan leaves me as pleasure tingles in my pussy and I writhe on my bed. He’s kissing me, his lips warm on my naked skin. He confesses how he’s found me irresistible and couldn’t stop thinking about me.

I can practically hear his voice in my ear, smooth and taut like fine leather.

He settles between my thighs and pulls out his engorged, veiny dick and…

My orgasm crashes over me. I seize up with my head tipped back and the vibrator buzzing away.

For several seconds, I’m high. I’m far from coherent as pleasure quakes through me and I almostseehim watching.

I almost see him in this room with me.

My eyes snap shut again and I ride out the rest of my orgasm ’til I’m laying still in satisfaction. Clicking off the vibrator, I let out a sigh. Peaches leaps onto the bed to joinme at my side like she didn’t just witness her mother getting off to a silly fantasy.

I stroke her spine and laugh to myself. “I had to get that out of my system, Peaches. He’s been in my head all day.”

…except as a small laugh leaves me and I get up off the bed, a part of me lingers in the fantasy. A part of me wonders what if?

Some day.

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THERON

WHO IS SHE? - I MONSTER

I saw everything.