Alpha Professor's Forbidden Affair

THE OFFICE

JUNIPER’S POV:

Anyone who knows the history between Hiram and me would call me a fool. Here I am, aching for comfort from the very man who once looked me straight in the eyes and told me he wouldn’t care about me if I slept with him. He said it, and then he made sure to act on his word. And yet, despite all of it, I find myself craving his touch, his warmth—as if he’s the only one who can fill this hollow ache inside me.

We humans seek comfort from those who’ve wounded us, as if only they can quiet the pain they caused. But I still don’t understand it. When Cillian cheated on me, I didn’t want his comfort; I wanted his absence. If I could erase him from my life, I would. But Hiram… with Hiram, it’s different. The thought of his comfort feels right, even when everything else about him tells me it shouldn’t.

I stand for a few seconds in front of Hiram, and he says or does nothing but look me in the eye.

“Sit,” he finally speaks, pointing at a seat in front of his desk, and I hesitate for a split second before shuffling my feet towards his desk.

As I take a seat, he gets up and walks around his table, stopping in front of me, and resting his butt slightly on the desk with his hands in his pocket.

He sighs.

“What you said in class, was it about me?” he asks, and I lift my eyes, glaring at him.

“Maybe.”

“I want a direct answer, June.”

When he says this, I feel a tinge of anger. He is supposed to apologize to me, that is why I am here.

I scoff, then I speak. “You asked for me because you owed an apology, and now I am here, you have not uttered a single word of apology. Well, if you must know, it is not nice to plough someone, and say nothing about it the next day,” I maintain eye contact with him.

“What exactly do you want from me? You make it clear that you do not want me, then you try to humiliate me in class, and if it bothers you so much, yes it is about you, and I am tired of whatever this is, so I’m just going to leave.”

I get to my feet as I say this, but I do not take a step before his hands are on me, drawing me back to him. He stands straight, then I wiggle my hands to break free, but he doesn’t let me struggle before he lets go.

As he looks down at me, I stare at my feet. I crave this man so much that I do not trust myself around him, and I am supposed to be angry as a sane person.

“Look at me,” he says the words I dread, but I do not obey him.

He slides his index finger under my jaw, lifting my face. Our eyes meet.

“I’m sorry,” he says without breaking eye contact. “My behavior has been questionable, and I am fully aware I have been out of character, but please forgive me.” I hold his hand, gently pulling it away from my face.

“It’s fine,” I reply, looking away with my brow drawn down.

Of course, it is a lie. I want more, but I do not want to force him into anything.

“So, we are good?”

I look at him, forcing a smile onto my face.

“Sure.” The answer comes out casually. Then I take a deep breath. “If you do not mind, then I…” I do not finish my sentence when he presses his lips onto mine.

His lips are warm, moving against mine with a slow, deliberate hunger that makes my heart thud in my chest. I can feel the restraint in his kiss, but he doesn’t stop, and I do not want him to.

Hiram’s hands find their way down my back, sliding over my waist. His fingers trail lower, tracing over the curve of my backside, pressing me firmly against him as if he’s trying to close every distance between us.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifts me with ease, and he sets me down on his desk. He steps between my legs as my fingers clutch the edge of the desk, then he breaks the kiss, leaning in with his breath hot against my neck.

“This isn’t what I planned, Juniper… but I can’t stop,” he murmurs.

“Then don’t,” I say to him, earning a glance from him.

I know we shouldn’t do this at the moment, but my body wants it, and without giving it a second thought, I shut my eyes, pressing my lips against his. He doesn’t pull away. Rather, his hands grip my waist, and he takes control of the kiss, capturing mine in a possessive manner as though he has been holding back before. He presses me into him, allowing my breasts to meet with his hardened chest.

He withdraws his right hand, using it on his belt as he unbuckles it, sliding down his zip. I play with the buttons on his clothes, unbuttoning a few, and sliding my hands into his chest to feel its warmth. Then I take them out, gliding them lower to his pants, reaching into it. As my hands come in contact with his c**k, he lets out a throaty moan, breaking the kiss. I push down his pants lower, allowing his c**k to taste freedom.

With his gaze on me, his hands slide under my skirt, pulling down my panties, then he pulls my hands away, lifting me slightly as he pushes into me. I let out a gasp, which he quietens by taking my lips.

My legs instinctively wrap around him while his hands press into my hips, guiding me to him, creating a steady rhythm as his body rocks against mine. Each stroke sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through my body. It is maddening in ways I cannot explain, and I want more and more of him. I want to scream to express what I feel, but I cannot. We are in school, and we could get caught.

To let out my frustration, I grip harder on his shoulders. The tension I feel from his shoulders tells me I am not the only one frustrated. My fingers dig into his skin, causing him to let out a low grunt.

A ragged breath escapes his lips, and his voice dips low against my ear.

“You don’t know what you do to me, Juniper,” he murmurs, his words sending a shiver down my spine. A shiver that makes me want him more.

“Show me,” I say to him, then he drives into me faster, giving everything he has as I clasp my hands tighter around his body.

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coiling tightly inside me until I feel like I will shatter. My breaths come faster as his lips travel along my neck, tasting my skin, making me cling to him desperately.

I feel him tremble against me as he fights for control. His hands slide over my hips, gripping me with a raw intensity, anchoring me to him as his pace slows. A low growl rumbles in his throat, vibrating against my skin. That sound of his voice, deep and rough, is all it takes. My body shudders as the climax overtakes me, waves of pleasure coursing through me, leaving me breathless.

I cling to him, my gasps mixing with his own as he follows, his body stiffening against mine as he pulls out of me, decorating my thighs with his warm release. He remains like that for a while, wrapping his arms around my body with his head buried on my neck.

**

After a while, Hiram pulls away, then he walks to his bathroom to get a tissue. He rolls out some tissue, then wipes my lap. I watch him roll another one, attempting to wipe me, but I grab his hand.

“You do not have to,” I say to him, then I get down from the table, rolling some of the tissue. He slides his hands into his pocket, taking out my panties, and handing them over. I grab it and walk to the bathroom.

I shut the door, then press my back against it, taking a deep breath. I try to process my thoughts, but I do not feel regret for what I have done. If anything, my body feels good.

“Okay,” I breathe in again, then pull up the toilet cover and sit on it.

I take a piss, then wipe myself before clicking the buttons on the toilet box to flush it. After this, I walk out to see Hiram is done cleaning and is now leaning against his desk.

“Come,” he says in a low tone, and I walk to him like a robot.

His hands reach for mine, and he pulls me close to him.

He lets out a sigh.

“I want you, June.” My brows crease when he says this. “But I just cannot. I fear I will hurt you, because that is all I am good at, but these feelings… these feelings are complicated. When I see you with a guy, I want to rip his head off for touching what’s mine, but you are not mine and might never be, because…” He pauses, and I keep my gaze on him.

“Because I can never love you the way you want to, and you probably deserve someone better,” he says, and I scoff.

Even though the relationship between us is complicated, I want him, and all this is just gibberish to me.

“I understand.” I force a smile on my face. “You cannot love me, and I deserve someone better. Someone who will spend his entire day doing nothing but wait for me to close from work. Someone who buys me a hot meal so I can have a good night’s rest. Someone who gets my breakfast ready, so I do not go to school late. Someone who pays my rent and doesn’t ask for anything in return. Someone who spends the entire weekend blasting my phone with texts because they messed up.”

I pause to breathe, then nod at him. “You are right. I deserve someone better.”

He scoffs at my words.

“You are only trying to see the good in everything. What happens when that is no longer enough?” he questions, and I look at him with a smile hanging on my lips.

“Christ, you are reacting, Hiram. I am not trying to trap you with a baby and get married to you or something. I just had s*x twice with my hot professor, and I liked it,” I say to him, and he raises a brow.

“I like him too. That is where I am at, and I am not even trying to be your girlfriend. I am just trying to process what I feel bit by bit, that is all, so can you relax?”

The room is silent as I say this. Then he leans in forward, pressing his lips against mine.

“Okay,” he says as he pulls away.

“Good,” I reply, then my eyes spot the novel on his desk. I reach for it. “Tales from Shakespeare. A classic,” I say, trying to change the topic.

At that moment, my phone rings, and I reach for my pocket, pulling it out.

“She is here!” I squeal, turning to leave, then I turn to Hiram, pecking him, and rushing out of his office.

As I rush through the hall, my eyes land on Rhea Smith, who has just returned from her vacation. A familiar joy wells up inside me, and before I can stop myself, I throw my arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“Rhea!” I squeal, practically lifting her off her feet. She laughs, squeezing me back.

“You have no idea how much I missed you!” Rhea says, her voice muffled in my shoulder. When she pulls back, she gazes at me, narrowing her eyes.

“Okay, spill,” she says. “You’re practically glowing, and I know that look. Who’s the guy? Please tell me you didn’t get back with Cillian because I will kill him.”

My heart races because I do not know how she will react if she knew I have been involved with the new professor everyone has been talking about. I am about to respond when I spot Hiram walking in our direction. Rhea turns around at once, noticing him, and he makes it harder to conceal our deeds by winking at us before walking past.

“Oh my, the professor is even hotter in person.” I cannot control my face as it squeezes slightly, causing Rhea to connect the dots.

“It’s him.”

“What?” My mouth falls ajar as I prepare to deny her allegations.

“You cannot lie to me, June,” she says, and I sigh. She lets out a squeal at once, and I roll my eyes as I watch a smile tug at the corners of her lips. “Ooh, I love forbidden romance.”

“It’s…complicated, Rhea.”

She raises a brow, giving me an “I know” look.

“Complicated? You mean…a ‘can’t-stop-thinking-about-him’ complicated or a ‘this-is-going-to-get-messy’ complicated?”

“Both,” I admit, glancing back to see Hiram disappear around the corner.

“Just know I will be here for you, and if it gets messy, I beat boys.” Then she whispers into my ear, “Professor or not.”

I chuckle, then she lets go, walking ahead of me. I pull out my phone to text Hiram.

“You just had to make it obvious, didn’t you?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” he texts back, and I roll my eyes, sliding my phone into my pocket, and walking away.

He is definitely obsessed, and it scares me…