Cassian
"Ah, good girl..." My fingers knotted tight into a fistful of Elvie’s hair as she knelt between my legs right there in my office.
She was so fucking good at what she was doing, taking every inch of me like she was born for it.
I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying my absolute best to keep the sounds from carrying through the walls. It was risky as hell, having her on her knees in broad daylight where any student or faculty member could walk right in.
But damn it, I couldn’t care less. I couldn’t get enough of her.
I groaned out low as she pulled out my rock hard cock and slid it back again, her head moving in a smooth, rhythmic motion. My hips shifted instinctively, thrusting forward to match her pace.
Fuck. This was the exact reason why I wanted to shield her from any harm. Letting it slip that I was Asher’s uncle hadn’t been part of the plan—I didn’t want her feeling uncomfortable or bringing up that ugly family history. But fuck it all. She’s mine. Norman and Asher can go fuck themselves.
Maybe she really didn’t remember meeting me back when she was still young under their roof. Even back then, I had been completely captivated by her quiet presence, watching her when she wasn’t really paying attention. She might eventually piece it together, but that was a story for another day.
"That’s it, take it deeper," I muttered, my breathing growing ragged. I gripped both sides of her head, feeling the heavy pull of my climax rushing up my spine.
"Go faster, Elvie. I want you to take it all."
She didn’t hesitate, picking up the pace until my vision blurred at the edges. A raw moan tore right out of my throat as I reached the edge, spilling myself. I pulled my thick shaft out, coated with my cream, and my breath hitched when she didn’t waste a single drop, licking it clean off the tip.
"Good girl," I praised, my voice rough and breathless.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, standing up slowly and smoothing down her pleated skirt. Then, she leaned in close, pressing her body against my covered erection, and whispered right into my ear.
"Let me leave you with this... because I didn’t want your moans to get through the walls, which you know wouldn’t be good for the both of us."
Fuck. Hearing her throw my own caution right back at me with those filthy, sweet words made me want to grab her, bend her right over the desk, and fuck her senselessly until she screamed. But I forced my hands to stay still. I had to be careful.
She pulled away, flashing a soft, wicked little smile. "I will be on my way, Professor," she whispered smoothly. "I am already late for class."
My breath was still slightly uneven even after she left, my body humming with the lingering rush of adrenaline and heat. I buttoned up my trousers, leaning back against the edge of my desk as I stared at the spot where she had just been kneeling.
A slow, dark smile tugged at the corner of my lips. She was changing. The quiet, timid girl was finally finding her teeth. She had just out-smarted me, throwing my own caution right back in my face with a smirk.
Good. Because she was going to need every ounce of that fire if she was going to stand by me.
I reached down, picking up my discarded tie and knotting it neatly around my neck before walking over to the sink to wash up. I needed to reset, to put the professor mask back on before my next lecture.
**
I fixed my eyes at Julian whose eyes were scanning the formal disciplinary notice the university board sent to my office. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a cynical chuckle rumbling in his throat before he tossed the documents down. "So," Julian said, leaning back in his leather chair. "With this little piece of theater, they want you to back off."
After my afternoon lectures wrapped up, I had gone straight to Julian’s office. He was my go-to, the first person I thought of when that warning letter hit my desk. Julian was a brilliant lawyer, ruthless when he needed to be, and the exact kind of mind I wanted in my corner. He was the one who had handled all the ironclad paperwork between me and Victoria back then. Annoying as hell on a good day, but damn good at his job.
I crossed one leg over the other, taking a sip from the ceramic mug of black coffee Julian’s secretary served me.
"This doesn’t mean it will stop me," I said, my voice flat.
Julian tapped his fingers against the armrest. "What do you intend to do now, Cassian? You can’t just ignore a formal board inquiry, even if it’s fueled by your brother’s bruised ego."
"I’ll go by the rules of the school," I replied, my jaw tightening. "I won’t risk Dr. Vance’s reputation as the head of the department."
Norman doesn’t give a damn about whose life he ruins to get what he wants, but I won’t lower myself to his level. I’m not like my brother.
Julian let out a slow nod, a smirk playing at the lips. "That’s why we’re best friends, Reed. Great minds think alike."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You and who?"
Julian rolled his eyes, raising both hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, spare me the hostility." He dropped his hands, turning serious as he leaned forward. "So... what about the girl?"
"What about her?" I asked, keeping my face completely blank.
Julian leaned forward over the desk, narrowing his eyes. "Don’t play with me, Cassian. There’s something going on between the two of you, right?"
I scoffed, crossing my arms defensively. "What do you mean something going on? She’s staying under my roof, she’s working, and I’m paying her."
Julian raised a brow, a knowing smirk touching his lips. "Are you really paying her? Like, actually paying her salary, or is there something else going on?"
Before he could finish, I grabbed a pen off his desk and threw it straight at him. He ducked just in time, but it grazed the side of his face.
"Yeah, this right here is the exact reason why I don’t want to come to you with any problems," I snapped. "We are talking about something serious, and you’re sitting here gossiping about a girl."
Julian cursed, touching the side of his face where a faint red mark was starting to form. "Did you just... did you just bruise me? Do you have any idea how important this face is when I’m standing in front of a judge?"
"Save me that shit," I muttered, shaking my head. "Anyways, let’s just prepare some paperwork for me in case. But for now, I’m letting them off the hook."
Julian sighed, leaning back in his chair while rubbing his cheek. "Sure, no problem. But I still feel like we should open up that old case."
My expression hardened instantly. I looked away, staring out the window. "I’ve already left that thing behind. I don’t really fucking care what he does. He has already taken up the inheritance, let him have it."
Julian nodded slowly, recognizing the dangerous shift in my tone. "Sure, no problem. Anything you say, I will go by it."
I let out a slow breath, my mind drifting back into the dark corners of the past. I remembered how it had all gone down. My brother had known exactly what our father’s inheritance was worth, and behind my back, he had manipulated and changed the paperwork so he could take full control of the business, all in the name of his endless greed.
Up till now, it had been years. And yet, there wasn’t a single thing I had ever received from that so-called inheritance. Not that I ever really cared about the blood-money anyway. I had built my entire career from the ground up with my own two hands.
**
A loud, crashing piano chord echoed through the halls as I stepped inside the house. My head whipped straight up toward the stairs.
Was Elvie playing the piano? A smile tugged its way out of the corner of my lips, completely washing away the exhaustion from today.
I kicked off my shoes, slipped my feet into my house shoes, heading straight upstairs. I didn’t stop anywhere else, walking with purpose down the corridor until I reached my studio.
The door was left ajar, a warm sliver of light spilling out onto the carpet.
I pushed the door open wider and stepped inside. Elvie spun around on the piano bench. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she flashed a sheepish grin while her hand automatically came up to stroke the back of her neck.
"I was... I was just trying to press on the notes and something fell on it," she stammered defensively, looking like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
I closed the space between us, my eyes locked onto hers as I set my briefcase down near the desk.
"Is that so?" I murmured, my voice dropping an octave as I stopped right in front of her, caging her between my body and the piano keys.
"I thought you’d be in your room working on your paints," I said added, my eyes fixed on her face as a deep blush crept right up her neck, coloring her cheeks a delicious shade of pink.
It was only as I stood this close, looking down at her, that I really noticed what she was wearing. She was in a thin, soft cotton shirt and under the light of the studio, her nipples were literally poking through the thin fabric. She had no bra on underneath.
My jaw clenched hard, a sudden wave of heat rushing straight to my gut as my eyes dragged back up to meet hers. I took a steadying breath, trying to keep my voice even. "Did you have dinner?" I asked, my tone dropping lower.
Elvie shook her head. "No... I was waiting for you."
Those six simple words instantly sent a dirty, wicked thought straight through my mind. Waiting for me. The image of her sitting here all evening, wearing nothing under her shirt, waiting for me to come home and fuck her right on top of this piano, made my blood run dangerously hot.
"Waiting for me, hmm?" I murmured, leaning down until my breath brushed against her lips, my hand coming up to rest on the back of her wooden seat. "And what exactly were you planning on having for dinner, little birdie?"