Anticipatory, stupid with lust, I am so wet, it is almost embarrassing. How easily my body responds to him. All I need is a look from him, and I am thirsty. Ready. Needy and shameless. Wild. I love it, but it scares me. Who is this girl? Who is this Alex that is so sensual, she is bracing against a desk with her tongue in between her teeth, blind with lust? Zane's huge hands fumble with my jeans for a second, and then he is dragging them down along with my thin underwear, his breathing raggedy and desperate behind me. Even though I am arched, waiting, salivating, his hands on my hips, fondling my cheeks apart, his two fingers slide around my center, softly caressing it, make me tremble.I heard him take a sharp breath as his finger parted my pussy lips, " You have a beautiful pussy" Zane said, and I swallowed hard.I gasp when his finger slide around, playing with my wetness, " I love the way you keep it slightly hairy, like a beautiful garden " he said, and my legs shook.I gasp wh
Zane enters me with one fluid movement, I gasp, I hear his audible exhale behind me, he is so hard and thick inside me, I lose my breath, clenching around his length. "Fuck. Fuck. Alex." Zane hugs me tight, our bodies conjoined so intimately, we could be one body. I can't catch my breath so I resort to breathing with my mouth, embarrassingly loud but it doesn't matter because Zane is holding me tight and doing the same thing. We stay like that for some time. Maybe a couple of seconds, but it feels like a lifetime. I try to remember if I locked the door when I walked in, but it's hopeless, nothing tangible or meaningful comes to mind. The room is not hot but a bead of sweat appears on my forehead, Zane's warm breaths at my ear. Then he starts moving and I am transported to an even higher precarious height where everything is hot and warm and feels too good to be true. My eyes roll to the back of my head, Zane brings a hand to my neck, pulling me back into his hard strokes, choking m
Fuck. Everything he does is wildly attractive to me.I sit up, I look down to see that he has covered me with a quilt, I wonder where it came from.I look around the office, dumbly, trying to reel my brain to reality. I still feel dreamlike. My entire body thrums with a sweet undertone of bliss that is unmistakably a result of the mind-blowing sex.Then I remember that I was supposed to meet Maggie at the cafe. Then I also remember that we were supposed to have a class by 3p.m. All of which I have now missed. I hope Maggie was able to cover for me and is not too angry I blew her off."Oh." I say. The office is quiet. Zane drops his glass on the table, he crosses his legs and just stares at me. I can't see him clearly but I feel the intensity of his gaze. It makes me nervous and self conscious."You are stunning." Zane says and it catches me off guard. I remember it is what he said earlier too. He always says this, it feels good to be seen by him. I blush and try to hide it. Unsuccessf
Zane Orion:::Alex deserves to know. That is pretty much understood. She is right. She is in the dark here and she is the main character. It is not fair or even wise to keep her unaware of the threat that Daisy poses. She doesn't know Daisy like I do and I really don't know how to begin describing our complicated relationship. Or even how we ended up here right now. I almost feel ashamed about it. But I have long worked through my emotions, so I could be present with my daughter. For Luna. Always."When we first met, I knew instantly that Daisy was dark..." I say, the look of confusion on Alex's face makes me smile bitterly. Disturbed is probably the best word to describe her but dark works."But it is crazy that that was exactly what drew me to her. She was different, I guess. I was young and stupid. I can't remember my train of thought when we were dating. It doesn't matter." I run through those happy early days in my mind. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Having her as a muse
Zane Orion:::"I am sorry." Alex says again when I pull away from her, maybe she can see the pained look on my face as I try to repel the memory of that awful day. I push the thought out of my mind stubbornly. But it persists."It is fine. I got over it." I say. I don't add that she burnt yet another manuscript before our marriage ended. But that time, it wasn't a full bodied work. I was only halfway through. It didn't make any difference though and Daisy knew it very well. She did it to get a reaction out of me."Hm, I don't know if this is the right time to ask, but please, please, can you tell me the rough idea of the sequel? I need to know what happened. Pleaseeee." Alex pleads, and the soft whiny quality of her voice makes me laugh."Okay. I don't know if I remember much but I know I sent some notes about it to the publishers then, I could dig those up and revise them and then we will talk about it during our next mentoring session, which by the way, we really need to start. I do
Alex PoV:My heart aches. I lay my head on Zane's broad shoulder and we stay like this in silence for a while. I know what he is sharing with me is heavy for him to talk about. I can tell from his tortured tone and the long pauses in between his long monologues. I am almost certain he has never told anyone all this before. It makes my heart ache terribly for him. But I don't want to cry. It would only embarrass him. So I blink back the tears and stay quiet. He will speak up when he is ready again."Nothing came out of the stalking. Mostly because the female students she chose weren't even aware of what she was doing. So she got away with it. She never acted on anything but she made it very clear that she was capable of doing real damage if she suspected anything. And I believed her. I believe her. That is why I reacted the way I did when you told me she visited you. Showing up at your dorm was the first step. She was sending me a sign. Except in this case, she has her evidence. She wa
Alex POV::"Look at me, Alex. C'mon, you can't be shy after telling me off so firmly." Zane teases me, there is laughter in his smooth baritone, I can't look up to meet his eyes. I am so embarrassed by my reaction. Who the fuck gets a panic attack at the suggestion of a breakup? What is wrong with me? What has he done to me, may be the better question. And why couldn't I hold it till I was in my room? Ugh.His office is still dark, I know it is night already. I don't know what time it is because the time flies when I am with him. But I can tell it is quite late. The hallway is usually quiet, but at night, the silence feels almost haunted. But I am not scared. I am with Zane.His thumb caresses my chin, pulling my face up to meet his eyes. I try to prepare myself but still, I am not ready for the storm behind the deep sets of his hazel eyes. I bite my lip and I see a tick in his square jaw right before he covers the distance between us.The kiss is immediately intimate. His arms around
Alex POV::Zane's skillful mouth sets me ablaze. I see stars, looking up at the ceiling in the dark. I see colours I don't have descriptions for. I squeeze my thighs shut as a spasm of pleasure washes over me. Zane's tongue lapping at my juices doesn't stop. He doesn't switch tempos, he just continues down there at the same pace, the same enthusiasm, not minding that I have cut off his air supply. He eats me up like I am all the air he will ever need. Driving me to the very edge of sanity. I hold on with all I have got but it is a losing battle.He is gentler than earlier when he spanked my ass till it glowed red and simultaneously ate me out from behind till I came harder than I ever came before. Like I said, being with Zane is teaching me new and dangerous things. Like what his smooth lips feels like pressed against me like this. The kind of brain scratching sensation he sets off in the deepest most sacred parts of me. It is frightening, how exciting I find it all."Such a pretty fu
He gives his charming smile and nods, "Hello to you too, Madeleine." He says good-naturedly. The audience is still cheering and clapping. Someone uses the teleprompter to ask for silence, and it still takes a few seconds for the studio to go quiet so Madeleine can continue. They love him. My heart fills with pride. And love, too. I am so grateful that we are past that dark phase in his life two years ago where it felt like he was losing everything, and it was my fault. "Let's get right into this book!" Madeleine says, and the audience erupts with cheering and applause again. But it is quickly controlled. "First off, I want to talk about the process. It is very rare to see projects like this. I know of authors coming together to write biographies or translating books. But actually writing together? That is new and different. Alex, I want to know what the writing process was like for you. Orion is already quite established and experienced, but this was your debut!" Madeleine asks me.
"I have no idea." I say, truthfully. I really don't. I have still not come to terms with the thought that I am not going to return to the college for the new session. Since Zane is not going back, it makes no sense for me to. That is how it works now. That is how it will be from now on. "Okay. We can put a pin on that for now, then. Back to my offer, what do you think, Alex?" Zane squeezes my knee with one hand, his eyes stay on the traffic ahead, as he navigates the car. I recognise this highway and where it leads. He is driving us to the cabin. His cabin. Our cabin. My heart is so full, I can barely breath. "You want me to co-write a book with you?" I ask him again, just to be sure I am not in a dream. Just to be sure that this is real. The sound of his laughter reassures me. It is real. I am going to be an author! "Yes, Alex. I want to work with you on a book that is going to be more successful than all the books I have ever released." He says as he pulls into the countryside, i
Alex POV::"Oh my God! What do you mean?" My voice comes out as a really loud scream that is very uncharacteristic of me, Zane just smiles, he takes my hand and leads the way out of the hallway, I follow him still confused but feeling a swirl of excitement ramp up in the pit of my stomach at the mere thought. I can't even begin to fathom it! "Come, let's go before you summon the whole department." He says and I laugh but the laughter bleeds off my face as soon as we step out of the department and there are a lot of people around and they all stop to stare at us as if we were stars in a movie and the director yelled for everyone to stare at us. I blush under the scrutiny. I didn't expect this much people to be out and about but I guess most people are already resuming. I think it is only my class that is resuming a week later, the rest of the department are resuming this week. I try to pull my hand from Zane's grip, he doesn't let go, he looks down at me with a questioning look in hi
Zane Orion POV::"We were just trying to determine how this scandal started. If you get what I mean." Mrs. Tyrell tells me, she sounds like she would rather be anywhere else, but Mrs. Manson looks exactly the opposite, I understand she wants to be rid of me and sent that announcement of my job termination to the press. I understand that as vice president of the college, she can't afford the fallout from the scandal, so she must do what is in the best interests of the college, but this is going too far. They are still trying to pin everything on Alex. They want a different story. "I thought the panel was referencing the interview. You should already have your answers to that." I say, holding Mrs. Manson's narrowed gaze. Alex squeezes my hand under the desk, I interpret it as her being nervous. I have missed her so God damned much, it is unreal. Sitting beside her, I keep taking full lungful of her scent. She smells just as I remember, the nostalgia of us together at my cabin, naked
"These feelings, you didn't consider them inappropriate seeing as he was your Professor and a respected member of this faculty?" Mrs. Tyrell asks when the rest of the room remains silent. "No, I didn't." I say, deciding to be truthful and straight to the point."Did you act on these feelings first?" They are trying to determine if I should be the one to place most of the blame on. So it becomes a case of a student seducing her lecturer and they can get Zane back since he is obviously more valuable than I am in terms of who contributes more to the college. I didn't come here to be crucified so I wouldn't give them that satisfaction. It is becoming clearer to me that I definitely wouldn't be allowed to finish my degree here. I nursed a pipe dream, hoping that I could do anything about this case that has now spiralled into something more than me. "I can't answer that as I can't say. I don't know who acted first. It was mutual and consensual from the beginning." I tell them, the confid
Do I even want to continue schooling here? I don't know. I have not been able to really think about the impact of this situation and what it meant for my interests. I came to this school because of Zane, if he is not going to be here, do I want to stay? I mean, I have to think about myself and what would work best for me, but I can't help thinking about him too, I can't help it. He was summoned too and he promised me he would show up after they were done with me, I can't wait to see him. Though it would feel weird meeting again in this department after everything that has happened, but I look forward to it regardless. I missed him so much. "You said you chose this college solely because professor Orion taught here?" Mrs. Tyrell asks, she is obviously going to be the one doing all the questioning while the others sit in, I can feel their sharp gazes trained on me, I can't bring myself to look at any of them, I keep my eyes set on a spot above their heads. "Yes, I did. It was the tru
"I told you to be careful because you are young, Alex. He is almost twice your age. I told you that he had more life experiences you can only dream of. This relationship, it isn't fair on you. You probably can't see it now but you are getting the short end of the stick. I can't watch you spend your youth like this, Alex. This is the time of your life to be young and free and unburdened, you can't spend it dating a man with a kid and a mad ex wife." It is one thing we have come to agree on. That Daisy is insane. She didn't hesitate to believe me after I told her about how Daisy was stalking me and being weird. "Mom, I am young, but I am not naive. I matured almost ten years above my age after we lost dad. I am not a kid. I am not going to spend my 'youth' being free and unburdened as you put it because it would never happen for me. I am already burdened, Mom. I understand your worries and I am sorry that I have disappointed you or that I am not going to listen to you, but it is someth
"How did you know where she is? Did her family home location get leaked online?" My heart is racing so hard, I can barely breath. I can't follow all else that Madeleine said, I can't get past the part about her getting an interview with Alex. The last time we talked, we didn't agree on talking with the press. My dumb strategy was waiting out the outrage. I know that it would eventually fizzle out. I didn't mind being the worst hit. As long as Alex was safe and shielded."Is that the only thing you heard me say?" Madeleine leans forward, intense eyes narrowed in interest. "No, her location wasn't leaked, Orion. I found her because I was interested, it takes little to find someone these days." She says, leaning back, arms crossed over her chest. "Why were you interested?" I will get back to the interview bit but there was something about Madeleine's presence in this cabin that felt different. We are friends but we hardly get involved with eachother's lives. She has made it clear that
"You look like shit." Madeleine pushes past me and the half open door to make her way inside the dark living room. "What are you doing here?" I ask, reluctantly turning on the lights, knowing I look exactly like shit as she said. Madeleine is more than an acquaintance, I would say we have a friendship of sorts. We have kept in touch over the years since my debut, she invited me to her wedding three years ago. She is a wildly interesting woman with a diverse group of friends. Artists and writers and everyone in between. She is also three years older than me. There might be some kind of maternal undertone to our relationship, but it isn't weird. I like her. We work really well together, she is always the first person my books are sent to for a review. And it is a mutually beneficial relationship that has held grounds for years now. All this doesn't explain to me why she is here. She is not the kind of journalist to chase after scandalous stories like the one I am currently involved w