Alpha Professor's Forbidden Affair

J*RKING OFF TO HER

HIRAM’S POV:

It takes brushing and waiting hours after Juniper leaves to realize her lingering taste isn’t physical but mental. Her jasmine scent still swirls around my entire house, and every time I close my eyes, I feel her hands on my body and her lips teasing my skin.

“f**k!” I groan, opening my eyes as a knock comes at the door. “Who is it?” I ask, my voice edged with irritation.

“It’s Winston, sir. Your guest has arrived,” my butler informs me, and for a moment, relief washes over me.

Finally, I can get June off my mind. I grab my shirt, throwing it over my body, leaving the top buttons undone, exposing my chest. I step out of my room, and Winston bows briefly, walking ahead of me as I follow him down the hallway until we reach the landing of the last flight of stairs.

As I descend the stairs, my gaze falls on the woman sitting on the couch. She’s hard to miss—curvy, with big t**s nearly spilling out of the low-cut neckline of her tight black satin dress. Her long dark hair cascades over her shoulders, and her full, crimson lips catch the light, practically begging for attention.

I approach her slowly, my eyes dropping to her cleavage for just a moment before meeting her gaze.

“Welcome,” I say in a low tone.

Without taking my eyes off her, I snap my fingers. “Fix us some drinks,” I command, and Winston heads off to the bar in the corner of the room.

As Winston leaves, I take her hand, bringing it to my lips. But the second I close my eyes, Juniper’s scent rushes back, flooding my senses, and her image flashes in my mind—her mouth on mine, her hands on my skin. f**k!

I snap my eyes open, yanking my hand away as if I’ve been burned.

“Is something wrong?” she asks, a slight frown creasing her features.

I shake my head, trying to clear it.

“I have something better in mind,” I say, forcing a smile as I gently pull her to her feet. She grins back, clearly pleased.

“Keep the drinks, Winston,” I call out as I guide her toward the stairs, leading her up to the study.

All I can think about is f*****g this woman in the same spot I had Juniper. That way, maybe I’ll only think of her when I’m here.

We enter the study, and as soon as I push the door open, Juniper’s scent hits me again. My chest tightens, but I push through it, refusing to let her haunt me.

“You know why you’re here?” I ask, peering into her hazel eyes as I shut the door behind me, leaning against it.

She closes the distance between us, her body pressing against mine, and her hands slide down my torso until she reaches for my pants. Her fingers brush over my crotch, but my d**k doesn’t respond. For the first time in my entire life of f*****g around with women, there isn’t even a twitch.

“What’s wrong? Am I not attractive enough?” she asks, sliding her hands into my pants.

As her hands touch my c**k, I take her lips in a rough kiss, trying to force myself into the moment as I run my hands down her body. I grab her ass and lift her, placing her on the table where I had Juniper just hours ago. Then I deepen the kiss, trying to lose myself in the moment, but nothing. I can’t feel a damn thing!

She moans into my mouth, arching her body into mine, but my body refuses to respond. No matter how hard I try, Juniper’s face keeps flashing through my mind.

I break the kiss, staring down at her as I take a deep breath in frustration.

“Is everything okay?” she asks again in a voice laced with concern.

But all I can do is stare at her with rage building inside me. My body, my own damn body, betrays me—and it’s because of Juniper. She has f*****g ruined me.

Without saying another word, I step back.

“Get out,” I mutter through gritted teeth, unable to look at her any longer.

“Wait, what?” she stammers with her face contorted in confusion.

“I need you to leave. Winston will pay you,” I say to her, and she scoffs, getting off the table.

She grabs her purse, walking out of the room. As soon as she’s gone, I collapse into the chair by the desk, running my hands through my hair. Then I spot something on the floor a few inches away from me, and I realize what it is. It’s Juniper’s panties—the pink ones I took off earlier today. Knowing she left here without them sends a wave of anger through my veins.

But I stand up, grab the panties, and inhale them deeply. Yes, I’m a sick man, but I can’t help myself.

“f**k, Hiram, you cannot be doing this,” I mutter, crumpling her panties in my hands before slipping them into my pocket. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

“I need to paint,” I say aloud, feeling the overwhelming need to purge her from my mind.

I walk out of the study and make my way to the art room. Once I’m there, I set up my canvas, grab my paints, and begin to work. My hands move almost frantically across the surface. I try to free my mind and lose myself in this art, but with every stroke of the brush, all I can picture is her.

Before I know it, the painting has taken form, and Juniper’s naked body sprawled across the canvas. Her skin is soft and pale. Her breasts were full, and her curves perfect. She’s lying there in a way that I’ve only seen in my darkest fantasies, with her eyes looking back at me, daring me to set myself free from her torment.

“f**k this,” I growl, stepping back as the realization hits me.

I can’t escape her.

I pull her panties out of my pocket, clenching them in my fist, and staring at them while my mind fights a mental battle between shame and desire.

My mind gives in as I bring the fabric to my nose and inhale it once more, allowing her immaculate scent to flood my senses. My body awakens at once, and I feel my c**k tugging hard in my pants, begging to be set free. I try to fight it, but it grows with every second.

“f**k,” I hiss, my hand moving down to untie the rope of my sweatpants, setting my throbbing c**k free in the air.

With my head thrown back into the sofa, I place her panties on my face, pressing them against my nostrils. Then I grab my hardened c**k with my other hand, stroking it slowly in an up-and-down rhythm. It doesn’t take a minute for the greatest surge of ecstasy to burst down my veins, and I realize I don’t need to stroke to c*m. I was close just by thinking of her, inhaling her panties, and applying a little pressure on my c**k.

“Oh! f**k! June!” I give off labored moans as I feel my juice traveling up my c**k, causing my legs to wobble, and my breathing to increase.

In no time, my hand is covered with the warmth of my c*m, and my body jerks momentarily as I move my hips slowly into my palms, imagining it was her pink little p***y.

I give off a louder groan, emptying all the c*m from my d**k, then I heave loudly in relief.

“For the love of the mother witches, get a hold of yourself, Hiram!” someone says…