Chapter 3

　　Sophie's POV

　　The next morning came too soon. I'd spent the entire night tossing and turning, my body still humming with unfinished desire. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel his hands on my skin, could taste him on my lips. It was torture, maybe I shouldn't have tasted him yesterday

　　I groaned and pulled my pillow over my head, trying to block out the sunlight streaming through my window.

　　Maybe if I stayed in bed long enough, yesterday would stop feeling so real.

　　My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I considered ignoring it, but something made me reach for it anyway. When I saw the message, my stomach dropped.

　　"Event setup today - 9 AM sharp. Don't be late."

　　The event!! How could I have forgotten? I shot up in bed, my heart racing for entirely different reasons now. I had less than an hour to get ready, get to campus, and pretend like nothing had happened between Professor Hayes and me.

　　I rushed through my shower, threw on the first clean clothes I could find, and get ready to go to campus with my mind spinning. How was I supposed to face him? How was I supposed to act normal when every part of me was still wound tight from yesterday?

　　The student center was already buzzing with activity when I arrived. Some tables still needed to be set up, decorations hung and catering arranged. I threw myself into the work, grateful for something to occupy my hands and mind.

　　I was arranging flowers on the main table when I saw him walk in. Professor Hayes moved through the room with that same confident stride that always turns me on. He chose a table near the front.

　　That's when the idea hit me.

　　It came out of nowhere, wild and reckless and completely unlike me. But as I watched him settle into his chair, adjusting his papers with those same hands that had touched me yesterday, something inside me snapped into focus.

　　I need to get under that table, I will get under that table to get my revenge for not filling in last night.

　　I was still thinking when he stood up immediately, putting his phone on his ear then walked out from the hall.

　　Perfect!

　　I looked around and then when I saw no one, I walked to the table and crawled under it, adjusting the clothes spread on it to cover me.

　　Let's see if he will be able to keep his sanity when he is in the middle of his speech while I suck him down here.

　　A smirk escaped my lips.

　　I held my breath, my mind going crazy, knowing what I'm about to do is reckless as fuck but I don't care anymore. My body already made the decision for me. I shoved the thought away, my only focus on Hayes and what I'm about to do to him.

　　As if he could feel me thinking about him, I saw his legs approach the table from under the cloth. My pulse jumped, my lips already wet just seeing those dark trousers. He adjusted his chair and sat down, leaning back like nothing was wrong, completely unaware I was crouched right beneath him, waiting for him. I shifted a little, hiding deeper so he wouldn't see me just yet.

　　My eyes dropped to his bulge and holy fuck, it was right there, thick and hard even before I touched him.

　　That cock was straining against his trousers, begging to be freed. I wanted to tear those pants apart, suck him until he couldn't breathe, but no, first I'm going to play with him. Teach him a lesson for saying "no penetration" last time.

　　Let's see if he still has the strength to say that when my mouth is on his dick.

　　The speaker in the hall crackled and a voice rang out, "Professor Hayes, please come forward and give the opening speech and prayer."

　　I bit back a laugh, my smirk spreading. Oh, this is perfect.

　　Opening prayer, huh? Good. Let's pray together then.

　　He started to rise, but before he could stand, I slid my hand up and grabbed his thigh. His whole body jerked like he'd been shocked, his eyes snapping down in complete terror.

　　His mouth fell open when he saw me under the table. His eyes went wide as fuck, like he couldn't believe it.

　　"Sophie! What the hell are you.." His voice was a harsh whisper.

　　I pressed a finger to my lips, signaling him to shut the fuck up. "Shhh," I hissed, then tilted my head, my own eyes dark with hunger.

　　"What do you think I'm doing?" I asked back, my voice low and taunting.

　　I watched his throat move as he swallowed hard, panic and heat mixing in his expression.

　　"Sit down," I ordered, my tone sharp, my hand now creeping higher up his thigh. "You're going to sit there and give that speech while I give you a blowjob you'll never forget."

　　Before he could even process my words, I yanked him back down into the chair. My fingers went straight for his cock, grabbing him through his trousers. His hips bucked forward, his mouth parting like he wanted to moan but bit it back at the last second.

　　"Stop… Sophie," he groaned under his breath, the sound of my name breaking apart in a way that made my clit throb.

　　That voice, half a moan, half a command, shit!It was everything I wanted.

　　"This is for denying me," I breathed, leaning in closer, my lips brushing his thigh through the fabric. "Do you have any idea how badly I've been craving you? How badly I wanted this cock inside me?"

　　The speaker blared again before he could reply.

　　"Professor Hayes? Are you coming to the podium to give the speech?"

　　Hayes' whole body went stiff, but my hand was already rubbing roughly from his trousers thick length. My eyes locked on his face, daring him to stop me.

　　"Take it from here," I whispered up at him, grinning wickedly.

　　His chest heaved and finally, he rasped out, "I… I'll take it from here."

　　"Okay, no problem," the man on the speaker replied.