Page 85 of See Me After Class

A little bit of harmless fun on an online platform led to the biggest scandal of my life... and three hot professors in my bed.

“Welcome to Naughty Lessons. Are you ready for the hottest class of your life?”

It took one touch from them to turn my nice into naughty.

But it wasn’t just my body they had...

They also had my heart.

Elijah, a literary genius, instantly transported me to the Victoria era of romance.

Noah’scharm and expertise on psychology helped me see the hidden strength in me.

AndBenjamin, my astronomy professor, made it clear that I was meant to be with all three of them.

My story with these hot men might have looked like a fairytale.

But a university director’s dangerous obsession with me was landing us in deep trouble.

Now I needed my men to protect me.

That wasn’t all.

I also needed them to protect my heart while continuing to make my body tremble for them.

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Rory

Iliked the low heat of certain things. The warmth of travel. The lowering of the sun past twilight. The twist of the words in my new erotic novel.

A thin layer of perspiration nestled in the space between my upper lip and nose, a tell-tale sign that the baker, his hands dusted with flour and wet with his lady’s love, was doing a pretty great job.

He pushed her up on the counter. A deft movement later, her long dress was up to her waist, and her legs were parted to allow him access to her sweet, warm honeypot.

The lilting chime of my bedside clock told me it was two am. My window was open to the night’s balmy air, as living alone left me unhindered in my pursuit of sultry pleasures.

I moaned slightly, reveling in the loneliness of my studio apartment.

As the baker took his lady to sweet orgasm, my hands traveled down past my nightgown to the wetness blooming between my own legs.

There’s just something about the way books depict sex, isn’t there?

It was as if a flame had suddenly erupted, and all the things I’d never considered important were larger than life.

I rose from my bed as my moan transcended past a climax into something gentler. The hot air had calmed into a cool reprieve. Outside, cicadas whispered secrets.

An owl hooted in the distance, its rumbling voice a curious contrast against the raretsip tsip tsipof a lonely Chimney Swift.

My phone’s screen came alive with Chelsea’s pretty face. Grinning, I answered.

“Hey there, bish.” She laughed as soon as I picked up her call. “Are you feeling all ready for college tomorrow?”

I looked at the calendar.

“Honestly?” I asked her. “I don’t know. I want to be ready. But after last time, it feels like I’d be expecting too much if I thought things would go well.”

“Rory,” she chided me, her words laced with gentleness. “Allow yourself some compassion, please. You were bullied so hard at that place.”

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