Elvie
I didn’t know why, but I was so eager for class to end and to go back home. Maybe it was the excitement of being at home and having Cassian all over my body. No matter how many times I tried to tell myself that it was wrong—that he was my professor, the desire in me completely overpowered it. He had only given me orgasms on the surface; he hadn’t fucked me properly yet, and I wanted that and so much more. I wanted to see how it would feel to have sex with him properly.
"Elvie!" Gemma’s voice snapped me right out of my trance. I blinked, realizing I was sitting with my burger paused mid-air, inches from my mouth.
Gemma squinted her eyes, leaning forward across the table. "I don’t trust the way you’ve been zoning out. What are you not telling me? Did Asher do anything?"
I dropped my burger onto the paper wrapper and couldn’t resist chuckling bitterly. Thinking about my confrontation with Asher last night right before I begged Cassian to make me moan. Pushing past Asher’s mean words had led me straight to Cassian, and he had given me the best pleasure of my life.
I swallowed down and tried to shift the focus. "What is the current state of his disciplinary measure?"
Gemma glared at me, her eyes narrowing. "Don’t do that with me. Aren’t we supposed to share whatever is bothering us? Since when did we start keeping secrets?"
I raked my hands through my hair, feeling a knot twist in my chest. How was I supposed to tell Gemma that I was deeply attracted to my professor, that I had almost had full sex with him, and that I was currently sitting here thinking about him fucking me in every other possible way?
Reaching across the table, I squeezed her hand gently. "I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, but Asher confronted me yesterday after you left school."
I told her what happened, leaving out the intimate parts with Cassian afterward and Gemma’s face instantly flushed with anger.
"He had the audacity to tell you that?" Gemma gasped. "Seriously, you need to report him! This is even more reason why he needs to face the board. He has been doing this for a long time!"
I know," I said, keeping my voice low. "I was furious, Gemma. But I didn’t just stand there and take it like I used to. I pushed him away with everything I had and told him to leave me the fuck alone."
Gemma’s jaw slackened, her eyes widening in surprise before a smile spread across her face. "I’m proud of you."
"I’m proud of myself too," I admitted, a trace of satisfaction settling in my chest. "He was so shocked he didn’t even move. I just turned around and walked away."
"Good for you!" Gemma said, slamming her palm down onto the table with a quiet thud. "That prick had it coming. But Elvie, you still need to make sure the board knows about this. If he’s cornering you near the buildings, he’s getting desperate."
"I will," I promised, nodding. "The board is already reviewing his previous incidents, right?"
"Yeah, I heard the dean is finalizing the paperwork this week," Gemma muttered, taking a sip of her drink. "I hope he’s going to get what he deserves and that should get some sense into him."
I chuckled shaking my head at the way Gemma curled her fist as if she was going to punch Asher if he was in front of her. Well....I really hope that my chargeback last night would emake him not to think of trying to bully me again.
For the rest of the lunch break, Gemma kept talking about classes and upcoming assignments, but every few minutes, my gaze would wander out the window toward the faculty building. The thought of Cassian sitting in his office, completely composed, wearing his pristine suit while carrying the memory of what we did in his bed just hours ago, sent a liquid heat pooling straight between my thighs.
**
By the time we got through the last lecture, I wasted no time in packing up my things.
"Whoa, where’s the fire?" Gemma teased, slinging her bag over her shoulder as we walked out of the class.
"I want to get home early and get a head start on my project." It wasn’t partly a lie. I had the thought in mind although a certain thought was the only thing filling my head.
"Alright, artist. Call me later!" Gemma nudged my arm.
We parted ways, and I sprinted inside the bus. The ride back felt painfully slow. Every red light was a test of my patience, my fingers nervously twirling a loose thread on my jeans as my body practically hummed with restless energy. Asher’s nasty words had completely lost their power over me. All that filled my head was the promise Cassian had made at the breakfast table—I’m bending you right over this table and fingering you until you can barely stand. Yes it was a warning but I sure as hell would want to test that patience of his.
When I arrived home and stepped inside, I was greeted by the familiar, soothing warmth of the house. I kicked off my shoes.
Cassian wasn’t back yet. Well...Elvie it was because you were back home way too earlier than the normal.
I made my way upstairs to my room, dropping my bag on the bed. My eyes instantly drifted to the framed painting hanging neatly on the wall. A soft, involuntary smile tugged at my lips as I stared at it for a moment, the memory of Cassian’s gaze in the gallery sending a gentle flutter through my chest.
Stepping into the bathroom, I stripped out of my clothes and took a quick, refreshing shower. Once clean, I pulled on a simple, comfortable tank top and a pair of knee-length shorts, gathering my hair up into a messy bun.
Feeling energized, I headed downstairs and straight into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator, scanning the shelves as I pondered what to cook for dinner. I wanted to make something special, something that would genuinely blow his mind the way he had completely blown mine last night and this morning. At one point, I almost reached for my phone to text him and ask what he’d preferred tonight, but I stopped myself. I wanted to keep him in suspense.
Finally, I settled on making simmered creamy garlic pasta with pan-seared chicken.
Gathering the heavy cream, parmesan, fresh garlic, herbs, and chicken breasts, I set the ingredients out on the counter and got right to work.
To keep myself company, I turned on some music on my phone and set it on the island. I always loved listening to music while cooking. The last time I was dancing in the kitchen, Cassian had walked in on me and caught me completely off guard, embarrassing me to no end. This time, I resolved to be much more cautious and keep an ear out for the front door.
As I chopped the fresh herbs and seasoned the chicken, I hummed along softly to the melody filling the quiet room, completely immersed in the rhythm of cooking. The butter sizzled in the pan, filling the space with an incredible aroma.
Suddenly, I felt a warm, heavy weight brushed against the back of my neck. I froze, the knife halting against the cutting board.
The intoxicating scent of dark cedar, crisp rain, and expensive cologne wrapped around my senses. My breath caught in my throat, a shockwave of heat racing straight down my spine.
How on earth had he gotten back into the house and slipped into the kitchen without me hearing a single thing?
I spun around abruptly, Cassian’s hand shot out and caught me firmly by the waist, anchoring me right against him while my hands reacted on instinct, coming up to press flat against his broad chest.
"Y-you’re back?" I stammered, my voice breathy. I bit my tongue immediately, desperately trying not to sound too eager and trying even harder to hide the way his touch on my waist was sending a wild, electric pulse straight between my legs.
Cassian didn’t answer. His eyes lingered on mine for a long, quiet second before drifting slowly down to my mouth.
Under the weight of his intense gaze, my mouth felt suddenly dry, and I found myself licking my bottom lip.
Without taking his eyes off my face, his fingers tightened slightly on my waist, pulling me a fraction of an inch closer. "What are you making?" he asked, his voice low, deep, and rough.
I swallowed hard, trying to gather my composure, but the words came out just as breathy as his. "D-dinner. Creamy garlic pasta."
He let out a low, rumbling hum in his throat that vibrated straight through his chest into my palms. His eyes lifted back to mine. "Why didn’t you wait for me to pick you up from campus?"
Unconsciously, my fingers began to play with the top button of his dress shirt, tracing the fabric. The moment I realized what my hands were doing, I froze, my face heating up.
A slow, dangerous smirk touched the corner of Cassian’s lips, his eyes glinting with satisfaction at my reaction.
"I... I wanted to come home early to make—" I cut myself off as a sharp sizzle came from the stove behind me. My eyes flicked over his shoulder in a sudden panic. "The food! The cream is going to burn... I need to turn it off—"
I tried to turn, but Cassian didn’t budge. Instead, he shifted his weight, crowding me back against the edge of the kitchen counter. My breath hitched and my eyes widened in complete shock as I felt the heavy, rock-hard ridge of his cock pressing directly against my hip. God, he felt massive.
He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he took a deep, slow breath of my hair, his chest heaving against mine.
"Does dinner matter?" he murmured, his deep voice sending a frantic wave of liquid heat straight down to my core, "When I can just feast on you instead?"