Page 102 of When Hearts Collide

I take a calming breath and raise my hand, watching the students turn their heads toward me.

“P-Perhaps they didn’t want there to be any prejudice against them—his reputation or hers. Nor do they want their private matters opened for public discussion among the university staff,” I answer. “Just because they have a relationship doesn’t mean there’ll be favoritism. Life isn’t black and white. Plus, Tammy’s class is a prerequisite to graduation. If she drops out, she’ll need to stay behind longer to graduate. That hardly seems fair to her.”

My classmates mull over this response, and the next thirty minutes pass by in a blur, the JEAP committee clearly invested in the case.

Soon, the end of the class is upon us, and Ryland instructs, “Good discussion today, class. Remember your required reading for the next class and also bring your interview notes.”

The students filter out of the room and I slowly pack my things into my leather tote, my pussy still slick and tender with a relentless, unsatisfied ache.

“If I didn’t need to run to a group project meeting right now, I’d wrangle the answer out of you and find out why you’re dressed up like you’re out to bamboozle the hearts of anyone with an XY chromosome,” Chloe says, smirking at me, “But I like the look on you.”

She leans in. “If this is for a certain broody professor who looks like he’s seconds away from a having a heart attack, then I think you were very successful.”

My face heats and she laughs before giving me a friendly shove and darting out the door.

After the last of the students walk out of the room, I hear the quiet click of the door shutting behind them, and suddenly, the vibrations flare back to life, more intense than before.

“Ryland,” I moan, clutching the hem of my dress, the throbbing between my thighs strong in rolling waves, the vibrator hitting my clit at precisely the right way and the dildo pulsing in my pussy in steady bursts. Wetness seeps through my panties and my breasts swell as I look up, the sounds of my heavy breathing filling the air.

“Come here, my dirty girl.”

Ryland’s voice is a low growl and I rise to my feet, my legs trembling, barely keeping me upright as the sensations grow into an inferno between my legs.

“Fuck,” I whimper.

I stop after a few steps, a fresh wave of pleasure freezing me to the spot. I grip my tender breasts and bowl over. The sparks coalesce into a sharp pressure and the walls of my pussy start to flutter.

God, I’m so close.

“Oh my God,” I moan, my thighs clenching, my hands involuntarily kneading my puckered nipples, and I try to ride out the sensations.

The vibrations lessen and I heave out a ragged exhale, my mind turning into mush, my vision blurring at the edges.

These panties will get a five-star rating from me.

A second later, a strong pillar of heat hoists me up and carries me across the room before slamming my back against the closed classroom door.

“How dare you jeopardize your future with a stunt like that?” His eyes flash with lust and anger.

“I-I knew you wouldn’t take it too far because you’d protect me.”

His nostrils flare and I repeat, “You’ll protect me. I’m safe around you.”

Ryland delivers a toe-curling lick from my chest up my neck to my ears as his hands wrap my legs around his butt. He tugs open my wrap dress, baring my tits.

“I should be angry, but fuck, I can’t bring myself to be mad at you,” he growls, his breath fanning over my breasts.

“Fuck me. No bra today.” He palms my tits before sucking a beaded nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the hardened tip and I slam my head back against the cool door, his suctions sending pulses of sensations to my clit.

His other hand snakes up my thigh and cups my wet pussy. “You naughty, dirty girl. Looking so fuckable in that dress. Your nipples beckoning me to suck them in front of everyone. Giving me a vibrator remote, you vixen. Making your professor so hard for you in class, he couldn’t even stand up from his desk because everyone would see the steel rod in front of his pants leaking pre-cum for you.”

He thrusts his erection in between my thighs and saws his pant-covered dick up and down my wet pussy.

Shards of heat build between my legs at a rapid speed—the moments before a volcano eruption. This is what I’ve been missing these last few weeks. Him letting go. Him embracing me. Us coming together.

The doorknob rattles and we freeze.

Knock. Knock.

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