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Putting away my phone, I sigh - the sound wistful and wanting. I very much doubt things are going to be easy for us, but it’ll be worth it. For a man like Tristan - it’s always worth it.

And As I make my way to dance, there’s not a single thing that can make my smile slip.

Chapter 16

With winter break just around the corner, weeks have passed since Tristan, and I decided to make a go of it. Weeks that have been filled with dance and classes in the day- every class a struggle of will - and Tristan at night.

After every dance lesson, Tristan picks me up, we go back to his, eat, have sex, play games, watch tv … it’s almost like we’re a normal couple … apart from the oh-so little he’s my professor part of the relationship but hey who doesn’t love a little drama?

I settle down into my seat and wait for Noah and Lily to arrive. I haven’t seen them in a few days because of dance. With the performance fast approaching, my lessons have stretched into five-hour-long sessions. It’s much more intense than anything else I’ve experienced, but Andre sees something in me - and for that, I’ll forever be grateful.

Shifting in my seat, my muscles sore from last night’s session, I search the students filtering in for any sign of Lily and Noah.

Finally, I see them entering the classroom… Tristan right behind them.

His eyes catch mine a second later, drinking me in, just like I wanted them to. I picked my outfit with him in mind … or rather with fucking with him in mind.

I’m wearing a tight white bodycon day dress that borders on indecent, the material stopping just a few inches from the apex of my thighs.

Yea I look hot.

He’s good at looking unaffected, everyone in this room blissfully unaware of the exchange between us - his stony expression giving nothing away, but I know him better than that.

Slipping his hand into his pocket, he greets the class. ‘Morning class - now I know winter break is just around the corner, but we still have work to do so I need you all looking alive.’

The class grumbles their accent, the girls at the front - his dedicated fan group - perking up in an instant begging for a bit of attention. I roll my eyes at them, feeling smug that while they thirst after him, begging for the slightest drop of affection, he’s standing there hiding the hard-on he has for me.

Licking my lips, I have an idea.

He’s going to punish me for it later - denying me release until I’m begging and crying for it - but it’ll be worth it.

Placing a hand on Noah’s shoulder, I lean in close enough to stroke Tristan’s jealousy, my lips grazing his ear. ‘Do you have a pen? Mine’s run out.’

Tristan stumbles slightly over his words before picking back up, his voice now sounding tense. Noah shrugs, unaware of the exchange going on between me and our professor.

Sitting back in the chair, pen in hand, I smirk at him.

My clit throbs as the class progresses, my panties so wet that I’m almost positive that there’s going to be a wet patch on the seat beneath me. Tristan glances at me every so often, a dark, lust-filled look in his eyes.

I want him.

I need him actually.

‘Now, I want you all to write an introduction in the way I’ve just described - I’ll read them over the weekend and give some feedback so you can all get started on your last assignment.’

As everyone buckles down, putting down their essay ideas onto the page, I smile, my hand raising in the air.

‘Excuse me, professor?’

‘Yes, Miss Nelson?’ To anyone else, he sounds casual, unaffected, but I can hear the undercurrent of lust thundering through his voice. Goosebumps run along my bare arms as if they too sense the desire in the air.

‘Is it okay if I excuse myself to the bathroom?’

‘Don’t be long.’ He says in answer.

Slipping from my seat, I walk down the lecture hall steps and disappear through the door, an extra sway in my hips. I walk down the hall, heading to the unisex bathrooms. Once inside, I take in my appearance, blushing at the lust clear in my flushed face.

And that’s when Tristan walks in having followed me.

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