Page 101 of When Hearts Collide
I hand him the stapled packet, watching his eyes drift from my face to my cleavage, his throat rippling as he swallows, then the pinch of his brows when he realizes I not only gave him my assignment, but also a tiny, thin remote, small enough to curl inside the palm of your hand.
“Take a seat, Ms. Callahan.” His voice is rough, the deep timbre sending a shiver down my body and my nipples prickle into hard points, saluting him through my soft dress.
I give him a saucy wink and he frowns as I step away and saunter to my seat in the first row, sliding into the cool chair gingerly, my pussy throbbing when I jostle the vibrator in the process.
“You look amazing, Millie! What’s going on? Hot date?” Chloe whispers and nudges me.
I glance at her, finding her curious eyes darting between me and Ryland, who’s staring at me like he’s marooned on an island, famished for his next meal, and I’m a scrumptious buffet.
“Something like that,” I murmur noncommittally.
Ryland is glaring at my assignment now and I see him discreetly looking at the remote I gave him before his eyes flicker up and find mine. I arch my brow. I taped a small label to the top of the device: Press me at your own discretion.
His brows furrow even more before I see him slide the remote into the pocket of his dress pants and address the class. “We were going over the latest evidence in the Professor Archer case. Fred, continue.”
Fred clears his throat, his eyes darting away from me, his skin flushed, as he responds, “A social media post from another student showed Professor Archer and Tammy in an embrace in front of the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. Upon further interviews, Professor Archer admitted he knew Tammy before she was a student in his class, but nothing untoward happened.”
“Why would they be hugging if nothing is going on?” Chris, another student, asks.
“The university ran a deeper background check on Professor Archer, which was allowable per his employment contract, and they found out Tammy was actually his stepsister. Professor Archer claimed that was why they were hugging, because they were family.”
“But that makes no sense…” A few other students chime in, but I barely pay them any attention as my gaze pulls backs to Ryland, who is studying me again.
I think back to what Belle told me—drive him crazy using his other brain…get him out of that beautiful, complicated mind of his.
Holding his gaze, my tongue darts out and makes a leisurely swipe over my lips before dipping under my teeth in a seductive lick. I arch my brow again, my head cocking to the side. Press the remote, Ryland.
His nostrils flare, a muscle twitching in his cheek, and I see his hand sliding under the desk toward his pocket, and I hold my breath.
A few seconds later, a vibrating sensation appears between my legs, the sound quiet and unnoticeable amidst the conversation in the room. A sharp pleasure shoots from my core straight to my nipples and other erogenous regions, and a sharp exhale escapes from my lips as my breathing quickens. My thighs clench together involuntarily as the rolling sensations tease my swelling clit, the mini dildo moving in a small rotating motion.
Heat quickly gathers below as the pleasure rises like a tidal wave. I grip the edge of my desk, my knuckles stark white and my eyes flutter shut from the onslaught of sensation.
I’m not sure if Operation Vixen is getting him out of his mind, but it’s definitely driving me crazy.
Snapping my eyes open, my mouth parted, my gaze finds his again and what I see on his face sends a renewed flush throughout my body.
His eyes are stark. Fevered. So dark I can’t see the grays from where I sit anymore. His undivided attention feels like a caress as he takes in my struggle to contain my shudders, his eyes darting from my face to my tits, to under my desk, where my legs are twitching and I squirm in my seat.
A second later the vibration grows stronger and I pitch forward on my desk, my shaking hands feeling my fevered skin.
Sweat beads on my upper lips and I hear Chloe murmuring, “You okay, Millie? You don’t look so good.”
I shake my head. “I think the milk was bad in my hot chocolate this morning. It’ll p-pass,” I rasp.
My eyes snake toward Ryland again, and he looks like the hunter I saw at Noire that night, the muscles tight on his shoulders, rippling in his corded throat, the throbbing vein on his temple looking like it’ll burst at any moment. His eyes flash with voraciousness. He looks murderous.
A few seconds later, the sensations quiet again and I breathe a sigh of relief, my wetness already drenching the panties. I know he’ll stop before it gets out of hand. And I know he’s turned on. I thank Belle’s wisdom for making me wear a dark-colored dress in case any mishap happens today.
If I even survive today.
“So Professor Archer and Tammy are step-siblings? Why did they hide this from everyone?”
The discussion in the classroom draws my attention away from Ryland.
“Apparently, there were circumstances leading to an estrangement, and they didn’t realize each other was at NYUC until the quarter began and they found themselves in a professor and student capacity,” someone answers.
“But shouldn’t they have disclosed their relationship the moment they found out?” Fred asks.
