Chapter 3 Professor Kayden

{EVIE}

Monday comes in faster than expected but the weekend slipped by even faster.

I settle into my seat in class, still feeling the buzz of the weekend at the club with the girls and the heat that still strums softly between my thighs, my lips catching between my teeth as my thighs press against each other.

I didn’t even realize Becky and the girls were already beside me until I heard Becky’s subtly amused voice.

“So, what the hell was that night all about?”

I flinch in my seat, turning, “Oh, god, Becky… you scared me.”

“Mhmm… I wonder why?”

I roll my eyes. “Geez, what do you even mean?”

You know exactly what I mean, gorgeous,” she drawls, her grin spreading. She scoots closer in her seat; the handle of the seat blocks her from literally melding into my face. “Come on, out with the tea. You literally ditched us back there, what the hell happened?” she asks

“Yeah, Evie…”

“Spill the tea.” Darla and Tasha join in.

I sigh, shaking my head. They aren’t going to relent until I tell them everything—not that there was anything to hide.

My mind swiftly drifts to the stranger at the club; the guy I had kissed and then fucked. I still can’t believe that I did that; I never thought I could be so daring with someone I barely knew—no, fuck that, I didn’t even know a damn thing about him, not even his name. That aside, I don’t even know what had possessed me to fuck a stranger at the club, in his private booth.

One moment I was kissing him, the next I was begging him to fuck me. And it was… indescribable. I didn’t think anyone could fuck me so good, I’d still feel them between my legs.

But he did.

And the sex had been hot too, so wild, and so fucking good.

I miss the feeling of his thick length inside me. His cock had felt so big, so good… riding him felt amazing, letting him completely dominate my body? It was astronomical. I want to feel him inside me again. But I can’t. I might probably never even meet him again.

Fuck.

“Err, down to earth, Evie.” Becky’s fingers snap in front of my face, bringing me back to the present. “I didn’t say to dream about your mysterious man,” she frowns, sighing. “Gosh, did he fuck you that good?”

“Yeahh, right? I’ve never seen her like this before.” Tasha intones, a smile curving her lips.

“Mhmm, must have been something,” Darla smirks, nodding. “Come on, tell us, don’t hold back on us.”

My face turns beet red at their comments. “Come now girls, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter, turning away, as if that could hide my fluster.

“The hell you don’t! Out with it already. Who is he? How did you go from kissing him to fucking him? Did you get his name? His number? I’m actually quite surprised— Did he make the move first, or was it you? I mean you did kiss him first and all… Come on, Evie, just spill the fucking tea!” Becky persists, her voice pitching with each word.

My head falls back with a burst of laughter. “Okay, okay, I’ll spill… geez.” I sigh, turning to face her. “So—” I start to say but I’m interrupted by the sudden excited murmur that fills the lecture hall.

We all turn at the same time to check what was going on and I catch the whisper of someone’s voice.

“I heard a new professor is taking this class. I wonder what he’s like.” The voice says, and I spot her two rolls away from me. My brow raises.

“I heard he’s hot.” The girl beside her mutters, her hand doing nothing to conceal the soft, rosy flush on her face. “I can’t wait to see him.”

“Oh, there he is… ahh, oh, my goddd… he’s freaking gorgeous.” The first one squeals.

“Do you think he’ll—” I zone out on their giggly gossip, turning back around.

But the moment I do, my skin prickles with heat. My brows knot as I stare at the man in front of the lecture hall—his back was turned to us for a moment as he placed his bag and a folder on the desk. I couldn’t tell what exactly it was, but something about him felt oddly familiar.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, and a beautiful mass of exotic-looking muscles behind his outfit—all black and prim.

Then he turns, and my breath ceases in my throat. My eyes bulge so wide I think they’ll pop out of their socket. My jaw would probably be sweeping the floor as I stare at him.

Holy… fucking shit.

At that moment, he tenses, as if sensing my gaze on him. His eyes do a swift scan of the room before they finally land on me, our gaze locking like something inevitable.

I’ve never felt hotter in my own skin. And the memories of the weekend at the club come rushing back like a broken dam and a heatwave.

My throat locks up and I involuntarily slide my tongue over my lips. The corner of his eye twitches, narrowing and glinting with something dark—something I had seen in those captivating eyes at the club when I let him fuck me senseless—and something else, as they drop to my mouth.

And at this moment, it just feels as though it were just the two of us in this room, the rest of the world fading fast, as he devours me with a single look.