Episode 2
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“Still thinking about the cardigan girl?”
Jace’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. I glance toward the couch where he’s lounging, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Maybe,” I admit, clicking through essays. “She’s… interesting. The only student who doesn’t have her phone glued to her hand during lectures."
“She’s cute, huh?” Jace rises from the couch, stretching, love to meet her. Invite her over for dinner.”
His teasing turns wicked as he drops to his knees in front of me, hands trailing up my thighs.
But before I can answer, my laptop dings. A new email. I click out of instinct.
Attachment: Image.
The file opens—and my jaw droops.
Tessie completely naked.
She’s standing in front of her mirror. Her smooth skin looking so radiant, that cardigan hid a lot of national treasure. She had a smaller waist, thick thighs, wide lips and double D's.
She's so smexy. Her eyes—hidden behind those glasses earlier—now raw, looking straight at me. Her crotch was perfectly waxed. I'd have licked my screen if only she could part those legs a little.
The blood drains from my head and rushes somewhere very south. My c0ck twitched.
Jace leans in, eyes curious. “What’s got you—”
I slam the laptop shut, pulse pounding.
Fck!
He opens my laptop and raises a brow, smirking like the devil he is. “Is that her?”
“Jace—”
“You can’t seriously tell me you’re not tempted. She's so smexy. She's perfect. ” His voice drops as he leans in, brushing his lips against my jaw. “She’s not a teenager. She’s what… twenty-two? Twenty-three? It’s not illegal.”
“It’s not about illegal,” I grind out, dragging a hand through my hair. “It’s the university. They have strict policies on student-professor relationships. I’d lose my job and my reputation.”
“And yet,” he whispers, his hand tracing dangerously low, “you can’t stop thinking about her. Your little cardigan girl. After all, she's gonna graduate before the end of the year.”
“She’s more than that,” I mutter, jaw tight. “She’s… innocent. She’s never done anything to break rules. She’s just curious. I shouldn’t even be entertaining this. I can’t.”
But the image of her—naked with that beautiful body of hers looking straight at me like she knew she wanted me to see it—has carved itself into my skull.
He unzips my pants and takes out my D. His mouth graces my d**k with a deep throat. He drifts out and kisses my tip.
"Say it!" He orders.
He covers my d**k with his mouth. My hands guiding him. I look at the n@ked image of my beautiful student.
"Tessie, I wanna f!ck you so hard right now." I mutter. I push deeply inside Jace's mouth, my D twitching and hardening as I come inside him. He gulps it all down licks his lips and stands up.
He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth, then another, softer, on my throat. “Tell you what—” his tongue briefly flicks my skin, making me shudder. “I’ll make dinner. Once it’s done, I’ll call her over. Just a casual chat. If she says no, we let it go. If she says yes…”
“She won’t come,” I say quickly. “And if she does, she might shy away— she's so adorable when she's shy. You should see her blush when I look at her."
“She sent the picture, Taylor,” Jace interrupts, his voice low. “That even if it was a mistake. Somewhere in her head, she wanted you to see it.”
I swallow hard.
He’s not wrong.
But I also know the university has buried men’s careers for less. One whisper of misconduct and I’m done.
Still…
The image flickers behind my eyes again. The soft curves. The slight tremble in her fingers as she held the phone. The way her lips parted like she was already imagining me touching her.
Jace kisses me again, this time deep. “ When dinner’s almost ready, I'll call her.” he murmurs. “Let me handle it.”
I sigh, shaking my head, but I don’t argue. My rational brain is losing this battle.
The doorbell rings.
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Tessie.
The door swings open just as a breeze carries a scatter of cold rain against my skin. I shiver, breath catching—not because of the weather, but because the man standing in front of me is…
Wow!
He's tall perfectly built and has hazel eyes with a mischievous glint. He’s wearing a fitted shirt that does nothing to hide the toned lines beneath.
So this is Mr. Crews’ husband.
My throat suddenly feels dry. I clear it quickly. “Uh, hi. I—I came to submit the group assignment. I forgot to drop it at Mr. Crews’ desk earlier.”
The rain falls harder, smacking the pavement in fierce, uneven drops.
“Come in.” His voice is smooth, inviting. “It’s coming down pretty bad now. We don't want you catching a cold Tessie.”
How did he know my name?
I pretend to hesitate for half a heartbeat but step inside, brushing off the wet droplets clinging to my cardigan.
“Thank you…” I trail off, realizing I don’t know his name.
“Jace.” His lips tilt into a soft smile as he takes the folder from my hands.
Just then, Taylor—Mr Crews my brain reminds me—appears from the hallway. His blue eyes flicker with something I can’t quite name when he sees me.
“You didn’t have to come by in this weather,” he says, almost too casually.
“I didn’t mean to intrude Mr Crews. I just… forgot to submit the assignment,” I say quickly, shifting on my feet. “I can go, really.”
He shakes his head, his lips tugging upward. “Call me Taylor. And since you’re here, join us for dinner.”
Jace stands behind me. “It’s the least we can do. You’re soaked.”
I open my mouth to protest, but my stomach growls, betraying me. Their amused glances make my cheeks flame. And yes I'm soaked and not my cardigan.
“Okay. Just for a little while.”
Their house is cozy and warm, nothing like I expected. It feels… welcoming. And strangely, I don’t feel like an outsider.
Dinner is so good. We talk, we laugh. The rain taps softly against the windows as the storm settles into a steady rhythm.
“So… what’s your plan after graduation? Moving away?” Taylor asks.
I shrug and peel off my cardigan, revealing the white sundress clinging slightly to my skin. For once, I let them look. And they do—both of them. Their eyes linger just a beat too long. I feel the heat curling low in my belly.
“I’ll stay in town,” I say, pretending not to notice their stares. “I’m taking over my mom’s bakery. No big plans.”
Jace c***s his head, grinning. “What about your boyfriend, will you move in with him?”
I wish.
I laugh, a little too loudly. “Me? No. I’m as single as a sad little pea.”
Their eyes meet across the table. I can’t quite read the exchange, but it makes my heart beat a little faster.
“And,” I blurt out, “I’m still a v!rg!n, so that kind of keeps most guys away. Apparently, it’s… intimidating.”
Taylor sets down his fork his brow knits together. Jace raises a brow, the way they look at me it's like I said I'm an alien.
Shoot! Maybe I went too far. He’s my professor, after all.
I scramble to fix it. “Sorry, that was probably weird to say. I just—”
“No, it’s fine,” Taylor says, his voice low and steady. “It’s just… surprising. That’s all.”
“And not intimidating. More like
our diamond.”Jace added.
He called me their diamond, I blushed.
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