The lecture hall buzzed with the low hum of students settling in for Professor Vale’s Thursday morning session. Mia arrived early again, claiming her usual seat in the front row center. Her body still carried the delicious ache from the night before—thighs sore, a faint bruise on her hip from the library shelves where Adrian had claimed her so thoroughly. She wore a modest sweater and a longer skirt today, trying to look like the serious senior she was supposed to be. But every time she shifted, she felt the ghost of his c*m inside her and had to press her thighs together.
Adrian entered exactly on time, as always. His tailored waistcoat and crisp shirt hid the tension in his shoulders. His grey-blue eyes swept the room and locked on hers for a fraction of a second too long. Mia saw the f
