The Student And The Professor,s Wife

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The young man pinned my wrists above my head with effortless strength.

His other hand wandered boldly over my waist, leaving a trail of fire wherever it touched.

Don't move, Mrs. Thorne.

Professor Thorne calls you a dairy cow. He says looking at you makes him sick. But I think this is the most beautiful place in the world.

His palm covered my chest, which was heavy and swollen with milk.

...

My name is Lillian Vance. I am thirty-four years old, married, and have a five-month-old son.

Since giving birth to my youngest, it felt like a nameless fire had been lit inside my body, one that refused to go out.

Whenever I nursed, waves of numbness would wash over me. That restless heat would crawl up my spine.

My milk came in so heavily that my clothes always carried a faint, sweet scent.

Whenever I went out, men looked at me with hunger in their eyes, as if they wanted to peel my clothes off.

Though my face was plain and delicate, my body had become incredibly lush.

After the baby was born, I didn't lose my shape. Instead, I became even more curvaceous and full.

Late at night, after the baby fell asleep, I would roll over and press myself against my husband Bennett's back. My hand would slide down, searching for him.

His body would stiffen. He would grab my wrist and shove me away.

"You smell like a damn dairy farm, and now you've leaked on me. Look at yourself."

His voice was thick with nothing but irritation.

"Stop bothering me. My student is coming to stay for a few days tomorrow. Just go to sleep."

He pushed me back to the other side of the bed. The gap between us felt cold enough to freeze my heart.

I woke up the next morning with a heavy head.

I pushed open the bathroom door, and the sound of splashing water stopped instantly.

A stranger was standing there, shirtless and facing away from me.

He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His muscles were defined and lean.

He was pouring cold water over his neck. Droplets rolled down his firm back and disappeared into the waistband of his soaked joggers.

My throat went dry. I swallowed hard.

He turned around, and a few drops of water splashed onto my face.

He was handsome in a rugged way. There was a wild, defiant spark in his eyes.

My heart skipped a beat.

I stood frozen in the doorway, not knowing where to put my hands or feet.

He walked straight toward me.

"Good morning, Mrs. Thorne. I'm Hale Evans, Professor Thorne's student."

He was tall. Standing in front of me, the raw scent of a young man's pheromones invaded my senses.

My legs felt weak. That familiar, tingling heat began to crawl up my body again.

I instinctively backed away, but a warm, large hand caught the small of my back.

"Careful, Mrs. Thorne. The wall is right behind you."

He held my hand, his voice low and vibrating.

My gaze uncontrollably slid down to his wet pants. The outline there was shockingly clear.

My cheeks burned instantly.

How could he be so... big?

He suddenly leaned down and took a soft sniff near my neck, letting out a satisfied sigh.

"You smell amazing, Mrs. Thorne. Like sweet cream."

Only then did I realize that my nursing pads had failed. A large wet patch had soaked through my silk nightgown.

I pushed him away as if I'd been electrocuted and turned to run.

But my legs wouldn't obey. My body tilted, and I fell straight into his arms.

He caught me by the waist, his solid chest feeling like a furnace.

My palms were pressed against his hard forearms. The contact made me shudder.

How long had it been since a man held me with such strength?

A broken moan escaped my throat before I could stop it. I quickly covered my mouth in embarrassment.

I heard him let out a soft, low chuckle.

Suddenly, Bennett's voice echoed from the living room as he answered a phone call.

I scrambled out of Hale's arms, clutching my chest as I fled the bathroom.

2.

Bennett hung up the phone without even looking at me.

"Go find some clothes for Hale in my closet. A bird made a mess on his shirt earlier."

"He's staying with us for the winter break. Make sure he's taken care of."

I mumbled a response and ducked into the bedroom.

Hale's voice drifted in from behind me, laced with a smile.

"Mrs. Thorne is really beautiful."

My heart leaped. Before I could even feel a spark of joy, I heard Bennett's contemptuous snort.

"Beautiful? She's a cow. Looking at her makes me sick."

My hand froze in mid-air as I reached for the clothes. All the blood in my body seemed to turn to ice.

I never expected my husband to degrade me like that in front of a stranger.

No wonder he hadn't touched me since the baby was born.

The rejection from my own husband made my self-esteem crumble even further.

By the time I composed myself and walked out, Bennett had already left for the university.

Hale was sitting on the sofa, looking completely at ease.

He still hadn't put on a shirt. He sat there displaying his physiqueDbroad shoulders and powerful arms.

He didn't seem bothered by my presence at all.

I stood in the middle of the room, my eyes drifting toward his bare skin.

Youth is such a powerful thing, I thought.

Feeling shy, I hesitated before walking over to hand him a folded T-shirt.

As he took the shirt, his fingertips intentionally brushed against mine.

A jolt of electricity shot through my hand.

The itch spread rapidly through my body. It was maddening. I had to squeeze my thighs together.

A strange, overwhelming heat was rising deep inside me.

Terrified of making a fool of myself, I turned to go back to my room.

"Where will I be sleeping, Mrs. Thorne?"

I realized I had completely forgotten about the guest room.

I fought the waves of tingling heat and tried to sound calm.

"Wait a moment. I'll go get the guest room ready for you."

But as soon as I stepped into the room, he followed me right inside.

His gaze was scorching. It sent ripples through my heart.

I couldn't help but wonder... was he interested in me?

Then I mocked myself for the thought. To a guy like him, I was probably just an old woman.

He looked like he was barely twenty-one.

I pulled myself together and started making the bed.

He wouldn't stop complimenting me, calling me skillful and a perfect housewife.

But his eyes were glued to my chest.

"The Professor is so lucky to have a wife like you. If I were him, I'd trade years of my life for this."

His words made my heart bloom. I gave him a playful, reproachful look.

"He doesn't appreciate it at all."

The memory of Bennett calling me a cow brought the sadness back.

I looked up to find Hale standing right beside me.

He frowned, sounding genuinely annoyed on my behalf.

"The Professor doesn't know what he has. A woman like you is a goddess. Men would kill for a chance with you."

His Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke. His bluntness made my face turn bright red.

I hurriedly turned away to reach for a pillow on the top shelf of the closet.

Suddenly, a hot body pressed against my back. His deep voice whispered in my ear.

"Let me help you, Mrs. Thorne."

The heat was so intense my legs went soft. I involuntarily leaned back against him.

He nudged forward, over and over.

I had noticed the bulge earlier, but now, through my thin loungewear, I felt the terrifying hardness of him.

My heart was racing, but I tried to keep my voice steady.

"Just... just get the pillow down."

The man behind me chuckled softly.

"Which pillow do you want? Why don't you hold onto me? Come up and show me."

Before I could protest, he lifted me by the waist and pinned me against the top of the wardrobe.

His arms under my thighs were burning hot.

How was this man so hard and so warm everywhere?

I grabbed two pillows and told him to put me down.

Instead, he tossed me directly onto the bed.

My skirt flipped up, covering my face.

As I struggled to pull it down, I felt a blast of hot breath against my inner thigh.

Hale took a deep breath, his voice sounding raspy.

"You're like a fountain, Mrs. Thorne. You're already soaked."

I was paralyzed with shock. I stayed frozen in that position.

The air in the room seemed to turn into lead.

His finger lightly hooked the edge of my damp lace, snapping it playfully.

I couldn't take it anymore. I reached out and grabbed his hand.

"No... you can't do this."

Shame and a wild sense of thrill wrapped around me instantly.

Even though I had no strength left, I slowly clamped my legs shut.

I was terrified of losing control in front of my husband's student. But in the panic, my leg brushed against him.

He laughed. "Can you feel how much I want you, Mrs. Thorne?"

I finally pulled the skirt off my face.

When I looked up, I was already in his arms on the bed.

"Since the Professor doesn't cherish you, why don't you let me take care of you? I won't tell him."

Hale's voice was like a hook in my ear, scratching at my very soul.

My logic was screaming at me to push him away and run.

But my body had turned into a pool of warm water. I was trapped in his embrace, unable to move.

His heat radiated through our clothes, nearly melting me.

My hand was still on his arm. His muscles were like granite, full of explosive power.

He was nothing like Bennett. My husband's body was soft and carried the exhaustion of middle age.

"No... I can't..."

The words came out of my throat, but they sounded more like an invitation than a refusal.

He used his knee to part my legs. My skirt was a messy pile around my waist.

The cool air hit my skin, making me shiver violently.

His breath was right against my skin, scalding me.

"You're shaking so hard, Mrs. Thorne."

"You want this too, don't you?"

He didn't give me a chance to deny it. His hot lips crashed against mine...