Chapter 1
As the morning sun filtered through her bedroom curtains, Jasmine stirred from her slumber. She stretched languidly, the silk sheets slipping off her curves as she arched her back. At 24, Jasmine was finally living out her dream of studying English Literature at a prestigious university. It hadn’t been an easy road - balancing classes with a part-time job at the campus bookstore left her exhausted most days. But she was determined to make her late start count.
Jasmine padded to the bathroom, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror and smirked at her bedhead. With a quick shower and some minimal makeup, she’d be ready to take on the day.
Under the stream of hot water, Jasmine let her mind wander to yesterday’s lecture with Professor Elijah Jackson. Tall and muscular, he filled out his button-down shirts in a way that made her mouth water. Even with his conservative clothing, she could tell he had an athletic build, toned abs and firm pecs hidden underneath. His deep voice sent shivers down her spine every time he spoke, especially when it rumbled through her with its rich, soothing tone.
But it was his hands that truly captivated her. Those long, tapered fingers gesticulated passionately during lectures, drawing her gaze like a magnet. She pictured them touching her skin, squeezing her ample breasts, stroking her most intimate places until she trembled with need...
Jasmine bit her lip, suddenly feeling flushed. She turned the cold water on to cool herself down. This infatuation with her professor was getting dangerously out of hand. Flustered, she finished washing up and stepped out, wrapping herself in a fluffy towel.
That evening, Jasmine poured herself a glass of chardonnay and drew a hot bath, hoping it would relax her after a long day. She settled into the steamy water, sipping her wine as she let her mind wander to forbidden fantasies.
Closing her eyes, Jasmine pictured Professor Jackson standing before her, his hazel eyes burning into hers behind those glasses. She imagined him slowly unbuttoning his crisp shirt to reveal acres of smooth, dark skin stretched over a muscular chest and abs carved by years of discipline. In her fantasy, he shrugged off his shirt completely, revealing broad shoulders and bulging biceps. Her eyes drifted down to the waistband of his pants, wondering if the rest of him was just as impressive.
Unable to resist any longer, Jasmine slipped a hand between her legs. She circled her sensitive clit with a finger and gasped as sparks of pleasure shot through her. In her mind’s eye, Professor Jackson knelt between her spread thighs, his breath hot on her skin as he whispered filthy things.
“I want to taste you,” he growled. “I want to bury my face between your legs until you scream my name.”
Jasmine whimpered and rubbed faster, two fingers plunging into her wet heat. She imagined Professor Jackson’s long digits thrusting in and out, his thumb circling her aching clit. He fingered her harder, faster, growling that he wanted to feel her come on his tongue.
“Come for me, baby,” Professor Jackson commanded. “I want to taste your sweet nectar.”
With a loud cry, Jasmine came hard, her hips bucking against her touch as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. She shuddered through the intense orgasm, pleasure radiating through every nerve ending. When she finally came down from the high, she collapsed back against the tub, utterly spent.
But the ache between her legs still throbbed with need. She knew this infatuation with her professor was becoming a real problem. Jasmine finished washing up and climbed out of the tub, wrapping herself in a fluffy towel. She knew tomorrow would be another torturous day in Professor Jackson’s presence, filled with heated stares and suggestive comments.
She had to get control over her thoughts and desires before she did something reckless, like seducing her professor right there in his office. But as she crawled into bed that night, Jasmine couldn’t help but wonder... what if she did? What if she acted on these feelings and gave in to temptation?
With a sigh, Jasmine rolled over and tried to fall asleep, hoping that tomorrow wouldn’t be another day of lusting after the one man she could never have.C
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