THE PROFESSOR LITTLE WIFE

FIVE. THE COLD PROFESSOR

“He'll know that we're not really married if you're this stiff.”

“Sorry, but I'm really nervous.”

"Don't worry, my grandfather won't eat you."

“But he looks like the wild type.”

“He's just disciplined. Put your hand on my arm?”

“Wh-what?”

“Put your hand on my arm and act as if you were a lovely wife.”

Cammila wasn't used to any kind of intimacy with Shane. All afternoon, she locked herself in her room to avoid Shane. Even though she knew that Shane had just stayed at home all day. The car was parked in the carport and hadn't moved an inch since they arrived from City Hall. She only met Shane around five o'clock, when Shane knocked on her bedroom door and asked about the outfit she would wear to go to dinner with him and his grandfather.

Cammila was very embarrassed when she remembered when Shane opened the wardrobe in her room and chose all the clothes she needed to wear tonight. Including the bra and panties she was currently wearing. It was all Shane's choice.

“I filled the wardrobe with some women's clothes. Just in case my bride hasn't had time to pack her things. You can see it.”

“Umm... Thank you.”

“My grandfather had expensive tastes. You have to look elegant tonight. Try on that sapphire blue dress.”

"Are you sure your grandfather will like this dress?"

Cammila picked a long-sleeved dress with a very low V-neck.

“That dress suits you. And wear this silk underwear. That would be great for our first night.”

Cammila's cheeks flushed as she remembered Shane handing her a pair of nude silk underwear. There was no awkwardness on Shane's face at all. The awkwardness actually came from Cammila. She was one of the women who rarely had too intimate physical contact with men out there. She thought that what Shane did was very obscene. But she reminded herself once again that Shane was her husband. She had to get used to the intimate things she would do with Shane.

“Good evening, Mr. Coffey.”

A waiter greeted them as soon as they stepped through the main door of the very luxurious restaurant.

"Is my grandfather here yet?"

“Mr. Jefferson is waiting for you in the VIP room. Please, follow me.”

The waiter took them to one of the VIP rooms on the second floor. Shane heard Cammila murmur several times in awe as they passed the main dining area whose ceiling was decorated with giant crystal chandeliers.

“Act elegantly. Don't show your tackiness in front of my grandfather."

“Noted. This is my first time eating at a restaurant this luxurious.”

"I see that Yvone really maintains her attitude at every formal event. I expected you to show at least as good manners as Yvone."

“Yeah, why don't you just marry my stepmother? I can't be as elegant as her because I never attend any formal events."

“Yvone is too old for me. And she's not my type. Although I saw that she really wanted to propose herself, instead of her stepdaughter."

“You told me to pretend to be a lovely wife who is crazy about you. But look, you ruined my mood with your comments that annoyed me."

“Well, get yourself used to those things.”

Cammila was just about to argue with Shane, but the waiter had opened the door to the VIP dining room and invited them in. Jefferson and his assistant had been waiting for them and were enjoying a glass of wine.

“Newlyweds sure are busy, huh? You’re usually never late."

“As you said, we are very busy. There are a lot of things to do in bed."

It was strange because Shane was able to say it as if it was nothing, while Cammila was blushing, and she was trying to hide her face behind Shane's back.

"This time I understand it. You deserve to spend time with your bride. Sit down, Avery.”

Cammila looked at Shane hesitantly. Shane caught Cammila's unease, and he turned to his grandfather.

“You can call her Cammila.”

Mr. Jeff raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“That's her nickname from her late mother. She is more comfortable with that name.”

"Okay. Sit down, Cammila.”

"Thank you, Mr. Jeff.”

“Call me grandpa. You are my grandson-in-law now. And I hope you are happy with your marriage."

“I'm sure I'm happy. Shane is a kind and loving husband. I'm lucky to have him.”

Jefferson raised his eyebrows at the intimacy between his grandson and his wife. He had to admit that Shane married a different woman from all the girlfriends he had ever brought to meet him. This time he had a good feeling about Shane's wife.

“So, Fizto, tell the waiter to serve all the food right now. I can't let the newlyweds starve.”

Shane turned to look at Cammila and smiled faintly, seeing how Cammila was able to handle the situation well. His grandfather was impressed by Cammila's innocence and outspoken attitude. He believed the assets would fall into his hands as soon as possible. He would easily kick the illegitimate child out of his family's life once he was appointed as the sole heir of Jefferson Alexander Coffey.

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“Wow, a pool with a fountain. It's really hot tonight."

“Oh, s**t! What would you do?!"

Shane jerked his seat belt off roughly and tried to chase Cammila who had just bolted out of the car. He didn't expect Cammila to be able to run that fast while drunk.

"I want to take a bath. Let me go. What are you doing?”

“I won't let you ruin my cherubim.”

“You cold, stingy man. Let me go. Let me walk inside myself."

Shane didn't care about Cammila's loud screams. He carried her to her room on the second floor and occasionally cursed harshly because Cammila almost made them both fall down the stairs.

“Shut up! You'll hurt us both."

"You... Why are you so fierce?"

Suddenly Cammila's expression turned sad. Her eyes filled with tears, and suddenly she beat Shane's chest brutally at the top of the stairs.

“You damn bastard. You don't have a heart. You evil. You cold-hearted devil.”

“Stop it! You hurt me."

“Put me down. Don’t touch me."

Shana gave up on carrying Cammila to her room. He put Cammila down and let her stagger towards her room. Next time he would remind himself that Cammila was a really bad drinker. She had just finished two glasses of wine and a glass of whiskey before she suddenly turned into a brutal wild woman.

"What are you doing here? This is my room?”

“This is my house. This room is my room too.”

“Fine. Every place in this house is yours.”

Cammila bumped into Shane's shoulder roughly as she was about to go to the bathroom, but Shane grabbed her wrist.

"Where are you going?"

“I told you it was very hot tonight. I must take a bath."

“You're going to need my help,” Shane grinned slyly.

“No way. I can do it myself. I'm not a child.”

“You are. You look so young, naive, and clumsy.”

“You say it as if you are the most perfect man in the world.”

Shane didn't say anything, but his face wore a grin that made Cammila want to punch him. She jerked Shane's hand away from her wrist, intending to run as fast as she could to the bathroom. But Shane grabbed her shoulders and pushed her hard backwards. Cammila choked and screamed softly when her back hit the bed.

“Ouch! What are you doing? You want to break my back, huh?”

“Way better. I want to have our first night. I told you this morning, in case you forgot.”

"I can't do it now."

Shane didn't care about the rejection. He pinned Cammila's shoulders to the bed and his eyes began to mist at the sight of Cammila's entire, seductive profile. Actually, Cammila looked very tempting from the moment she came out of her room in the sapphire blue dress he chose. With the right makeup and the right clothes, Cammila looked more beautiful and sexy than her very plain appearance on campus. He restrained himself from fondling Cammila during the dinner session with his grandfather. The sharp V-neck of her dress gave unrestricted access to her stunning cleavage. Cammila had breasts that were not too big, but they looked fit in his hands. Shane tried to touch her for the first time, and it elicited a sharp moan from Cammila's lips.

"What are you doing?" Cammila's voice was hoarse and low.

“Tasting you. You'll like it later. Trust me."

“I... It feels good when you touch it.”

“I can do it again for you.”

Cammila closed her eyes and her cheeks flushed. She didn't want to see directly what her professor was currently doing to her. Shane easily pushed her dress down over her shoulders. The V-neck of the dress exposed the pale skin of her breasts. And who knows what Shane was thinking? Cammila tried to open her eyes to see Shane who was lowering his head over her body, which was only clad in a silk bra.

“Professor Shane?”

“Call me just Shane. You've been hiding the naughty beauty all this time, huh?”

Shane's eyes grew misty as his nose inhaled Cammila's intoxicating scent. One of the expensive perfumes he provided worked very well on Cammila's body. His lips landed on her pale, fragrant cleavage. He growled because of the rush of lust that flowed through his body every time his lips moved to taste his wife.

“Ssshh... Shane.”

Shane knew he had turned Cammila on too. Her body shifted restlessly beneath him. Her knee accidentally rubbed against his groin and Shane let out a muffled growl.

“Calm down. You will get what you want.”

“I don't know what happened to my body. You make me crazy."

Cammila grabbed Shane's nape and pulled him towards her lips. Shane happily devoured those pink lips and crushed them roughly. Their lips moved wildly to satisfy each other. Shane slipped his tongue into Cammila's oral cavity to caress her. Cammila moaned, trying to keep up with Shane's incredibly perfect lips.

Shane's palms weren't just still, he was pleasing Cammila and caressing her in places that Cammila liked. He touched her breasts gently after throwing the silk bra on the floor. Cammila's body squirmed beneath him every time his palms gently squeezed her breasts.

"You like it?"

“That was amazing,” Cammila gasped when Shane broke the kiss.

Shane half-smiling at how disheveled his bride looked beneath him, but voluptuous. He had to thank the liquor Cammila had a few hours ago. That made her bolder.

"Okay. Take off all your clothes. I want to see you," whispered Shane sensually.

Like hypnotized. Cammila obeyed Shane's orders easily. She slipped the dress past her legs, then spun around in front of Shane, giggling in amusement.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Nude is perfect for your pale skin. Come here. Do me the honor of removing the last layers of your body.”

Cammila threw herself happily into Shane's arms. She didn't know what pushed her to be such a b***h tonight. She blamed the liquor she drank at dinner. Cammila felt like she didn't recognize herself. But it felt too delicious to ignore.

“I want to see you too, professor.”

Cammila raked her nails across Shane's hard chest. Her heart cheered with joy because Shane didn't stop her hands from unbuttoning his shirt.

“Wow, all the women on campus would kill each other for this sight.”

Cammila was drooling at Shane's sexy muscular body. His muscles were covered in healthy brownish skin. Her pale palms contrasted with his tough muscles.

"How about this one?" Cammila dragged her fingertips lazily along the narrow curve of Shane's hips.

“Undo it.”

Cammila loved challenges. When Shane openly challenged her to take off his belt and pants, she immediately did so without having to be told twice.

“You are a good girl.”

Cammila moved very deftly as she pulled off his belt, then took off his expensive trousers. She threw them on the floor along with her clothes and only left Shane in a pair of tight black boxers that did little to hide the bulge between his legs. Cammila's mouth watered at the amazing sight.

“Do you like what you see? Now lie down.”

Shane pushed Cammila onto the bed and knelt over her. Cammila didn't know that he almost burst in his pants just by seeing her naked beneath him. Her slender fingers moved across his stomach, tracing the muscles that trembled under her touch. Shane growled and buried his lips in the crook of Cammila's neck. He inhaled her intoxicating scent before using his lips to give her more pleasurable stimulation.

“I don't regret buying you from Yvone.”

“I guess this marriage isn't that bad.”

Cammila squirmed in amusement as Shane's tongue caressed her earlobe. His hot tongue created a wet trail on the surface of her pale skin. Cammila squealed in surprise when Shane devoured her pebble n****e. She had never felt anything that great before. Her arms moved to hold Shane tighter, pushing him deeper into her breast.

“Ohh... Shane... You, oohh...”

"Easy, we haven't gotten to the main game yet."

Shane took off his boxers, which felt tight around his hips. Cammila gasped when she felt something hard stabbing her groin. Shane calmed Cammila, who was getting restless down there with his fingers. Cammila did nothing but squeal and moan every time Shane stroked her. She wanted more and more and didn't want Shane to stop.

“Shane, I want you.”

Cammila caressed Shane's face gently after a storm of pleasure hit her. Her whole body became very sensitive, as if thousands of volts of electricity were vibrating all her nerves.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Shane was as excited as Cammila. He also couldn't wait to plunge himself as soon as possible into Cammila's hot density. Her innocence and stiff movements sent a rush of passion through his body.

“Hold on, Cammila. Let me do it for you.”

Shane pressed Cammila's hips against the bed and positioned himself into Cammila's enticing tightness. He growled every time his core rubbed against Cammila's. Shane had to push harder and growl. He frowned as he discovered something odd. Shane gasped at what had eluded him all this time.

"Are you still a virgin?"

“I-I...” Cammila started to worry as Shane slowly distanced himself from her.

"Why?"

"I can't. I have no right to break your seal.”

“But, I want you tonight. We're married. You have the right to touch me.”

Shane shook his head hard. He got out of bed and put back on his clothes that were scattered on the floor.

“Go to sleep. Just pretend tonight never happened.”

A tear fell down her cheek seeing Shane move away. Cammila rolled herself into a ball on the bed, lamenting her misfortune at being left horribly in bed by her husband on their first night.