Page 78 of The Professor's Possession (Crystal River Billionaire Brothers)

I don’t know how it ended up here. I move it to the edge of my bed and collect the clothes I’m going to change into.

As I have a shower, I think back on what really happened last night. I take my time to really recall all the sensations and feelings I felt. The tension. Theemotionof it all. The way my body reacted to the man and his desire for me.

The professor... the way he touched me... the way I surrendered to him... the way he made me feel...

My hand slowly slides down between my legs as the shower runs down my back. In the privacy of the restroom, I begin to touch myself, thinking about that beautiful man and the way he had ripped off his shirt at the thought of me signing that NDA. At his glistening muscular torso. At the way he smiled at my body as I stripped for him. At that possessiveness in his eyes as he beheld my naked body.

It had seemed like we had been circling each other for ages, and last night it was like we turned off the pressure and finally submitted to our desires.

He’s my first man in bed...

My fingers rub my clit as I let out a silent moan. It's immensely gratifying to stand here and meticulously relive all those fleeting flashes of desire from last night in slow-motion.

Hisownershipof me. The way he dominated me like he was an animal unleashed. The way he took charge and got exactly what he desired.

Thedepthof the man. The way he finally lost himself and allowed me to witness him vulnerable.

I was the girl he wanted. He wasn’t going to stop until he had me. That makes me feel like a prize. I love it.

Everything he did last night was deliberate and self-assured. His confidence was a power that allowed me to simply let go ofeverything.

I lean into the hot stream of water as I pleasure myself, my thoughts going pleasurably blank, and just the image of the professor’s expression as he finished inside me taking over all my senses.

I finish, and I step out of the shower. I dry myself down and get changed inside the restroom, bathing in the satisfying sensation.

And then I walk back into my dorm room.

And the first thing I notice is Ava, on my bed, reading my dream journal. She must’ve found it on the edge of my bed.

And I can see she has it open to the page I don’t want anyone else to read.

The dream I had of my professor.

35

OLIVIA

Oh.Shit.

That’s the first thought that comes to mind as I see Ava with the open journal on her lap.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

It’s got all the details of my dream with Spencer Penmayne written down between the lines. All the lurid little moments of that night when I fantasized about the man barging his way in here and kissing me are transcribed on its pages.

And Ava has been reading it.

Has my secret relationship with my professor been unraveled as soon as it’s begun?

I’m such an idiot for leaving the damn journal out in the open like that on the edge of my bed for someone to so easily pick it up. I really,reallyshouldn’t have done that.

My roommate looks up at me as I walk out of the restroom, guilty and embarrassed.

Did she not think I was going to catch her?

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I saw it open on your bed... I didn’t mean to look. It’s not cool of me.”

She shuts the journal closed.

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