His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession

Jasmine

"I've told you, Jasmine, you're too fat for that. You look like a potato in that dress," Mia said with a small laugh, like she was making an innocent observation instead of saying something so insulting.

I looked at her through the mirror.

She was lying across my bed comfortably, scrolling through her phone, barely paying attention to me. Her eyes flicked up once, sweeping over the dress before she smiled to herself.

"That dress is for a slim-thick girl like me. You'll ruin the beauty of it."

Something pinched briefly in my chest before I pushed it aside. I turned slowly in front of the mirror and looked at myself again.

The dress wasn't tight. It fit well around my waist and fell softly over my hips. Jason had picked it for me two weeks ago, after noticing me staring at it in a shop window.

I remembered pretending not to want it, and the stupidly proud smile on his face when he still surprised me with it.

I looked good.

Maybe not like Mia would look in it, but I looked good.

I folded my arms loosely and shrugged. "I'm sixty-two kilograms. I'm not fat."

I smiled and added, "And besides, Jason got it for me. I wouldn't give it to you."

Mia finally looked up properly. "I'm your best friend."

"It doesn't matter."

She rolled her eyes dramatically and dropped her phone beside her. "Whatever. You and that nerd of a boyfriend."

I chuckled softly. I reached behind me and carefully unzipped the dress. "There's nothing wrong with a man who loves reading," I muttered. "That's one of the reasons I fell in love with Jason."

She snorted. "That's because you're a nerd too."

I smiled as I slipped the dress off and folded it carefully before putting it back into my wardrobe. "Anyway, I'm planning to wear it for our anniversary."

Mia let out a short laugh. "If your plan is to chase him away... maybe."

This time, my smile faded. I turned and looked at her.

She wasn't even looking at me anymore.

I stared for a second before setting my comb down. "You know what, Mia? I think you should head home."

Her eyes lifted immediately. "Did I say something wrong?"

I almost said yes. But instead, I smiled.

"No. I just want to study for my assessment tomorrow."

She looked at me for a moment like she didn't completely believe me. Then she sighed and stood.

"Okay. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

She picked up her bag and left.

The room became quiet after the door closed. I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at my hands.

Mia had always spoken like that. People called it honesty, but sometimes I wondered if honesty was supposed to sting that much.

I sighed and stood.

I really needed to read. But before opening my notes, I reached for my phone and called Jason.

He answered almost immediately.

His face appeared, and I smiled automatically.

"There she is."

I smiled wider. "Hi, baby."

Then he looked at me for another second and frowned. "What happened?"

I blinked. "What?"

"You look upset."

I stared at him. Then I laughed quietly. "It's nothing."

His expression stayed the same for a second before he smiled. "You know I know your face."

Something inside my chest eased.

I smiled and changed the topic.

We talked for almost an hour after that. Mostly nonsense-classes, assignments.

Eventually I asked, "So what are we doing tomorrow?"

His smile brightened even more. "Our anniversary?"

I nodded.

Three years.

Even saying it felt unreal.

Jason leaned back. "We can spend the day together," he said. "Then dinner."

I nodded with a smile. "That sounds nice."

Then his expression shifted slightly. "And maybe..." He paused before continuing more carefully. "We could finally hit third base."

My smile faded a little. I looked away quickly.

"Jason..."

Immediately, his face changed to disappointment.

Then he forced a smile. "Oh." He looked away briefly. "I just thought..."

He stopped and shook his head.

"You know what? It's okay."

I felt guilty immediately. I had told him before that I wasn't ready, and he'd never pressured me, never complained.

He always acted understanding.

He let out a tired sigh. "You have your assessment the day after tomorrow anyway."

I frowned. "What does that have to do with anything?"

He laughed. "Tomorrow, go to the library first."

I groaned, but he ignored me.

"Read for like three hours. Then spend the rest of the day with me."

I rolled my eyes. "Wow. Very romantic."

"I'll have to step out too."

I looked at him. "Why?"

He sighed. "I need to meet one of my lecturers. Wrong grading," he said. "So I'll probably get home after you."

I wasn't happy about that. I wanted the whole day.

But I nodded anyway. "Fine."

His eyes softened. "Love you."

I smiled immediately. "Love you too."

After the call ended, I stared at my screen for a while.

Then I smiled to myself. Tomorrow was going to be perfect. I could feel it in my bones. I tried to read after that, but I couldn't. My mind kept drifting to tomorrow.

The next day, I woke up happy.

For a few seconds, I stayed under my blanket and stared at the ceiling with a smile I couldn't seem to stop.

People acted like relationships ending after a few months were normal now, but three years meant something to me.

Years of choosing each other, of late-night calls, small fights that never lasted, shared routines, random gifts, patience, and growing into people who knew each other too well.

Jason had been there through all of it.

Before I even got out of bed, I reached for my phone.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before I started typing:

Happy Anniversary, my love. Three years with you, and somehow I still get excited to talk to you every day. Thank you for being patient with me, for understanding me, and for making me feel safe all this time. I love you so much, and I can't wait to spend today with you.

I stared at it for a second after sending it and smiled to myself before putting my phone down.

His reply didn't come immediately, but that didn't bother me. Instead, I got up and headed to the bathroom.

Usually, my showers were quick, but not today. Today I slowed down.

I scrubbed carefully, took my time, paying attention to details I normally rushed through. The steam warmed my skin while my thoughts kept drifting to later.

I laughed quietly at myself and shook my head.

Jason had no idea. And that made me smile, because it was meant to be a surprise.

He'd never made me feel guilty for waiting.

So maybe that was why today felt right-maybe today was the day I was going to finally give my virginity to the love of my life.

The thought made heat creep into my face immediately.

I turned away from the mirror.

The plan was simple-library first, anniversary later.

At least that was the plan.

By the time I got to the library and settled into my usual seat near the window, I genuinely intended to follow through.

Forty minutes later, I realized I'd read the same paragraph six times.

I sighed and closed my book.

This was hopeless.

A small laugh escaped me. Surely one afternoon wouldn't ruin my life.

I closed my notes and started putting everything back into my bag. I'd study later.

The mall was busy, but I barely noticed. I went straight to pick up the watch I'd already paid for, then walked into Victoria's Secret.

I immediately regretted it.

The sales assistant asked if I needed help, and I almost turned around and left. But somehow, ten awkward minutes later, I was carrying a small shopping bag and trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

By the time I got into the cab, my stomach had started doing strange things. I stared out the window while the city moved past.

I wondered what tonight would feel like-wondering if I'd regret changing something that had stayed the same for so long.

Then I immediately shook my head.

I loved him, and Jason loved me.

That should be enough.

Shouldn't it?

"Ma'am, we're here."

I blinked and realized we'd stopped.

I paid and stepped out.

The weather was nice-bright-and for a moment, everything felt strangely perfect.

I smiled to myself as I walked toward his house with the bags in my hand.

I reached into my purse for my spare key.

Then paused.

The door wasn't locked.

That was unusual.

I frowned and pushed it open. "Jason?" I called, but there was no response.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Maybe he was upstairs.

"Jason?"

Still nothing.

I smiled faintly.

Good. Maybe I'd surprise him.

I started up the stairs, taking my time. I was halfway up when I heard something.

I stopped.

At first, I couldn't tell what it was-just a faint sound-but with each step, it became clearer.

A creak.

My brows pulled together.

I climbed another step. The same sound again, but then there was something else... like a soft whimper.

A strange feeling crept into my chest. Could it be...?

No. I laughed under my breath.

It was probably the TV. I looked down at the bag in my hand and smiled nervously-maybe he was trying to get distracted before I came over.

That thought should've comforted me. Instead, something about the silence around the sound made my stomach tighten.

The sounds were moans and whimpers now. And the closer I got to his room, the less it sounded like television.

The bedroom door was slightly open. I knew what my eyes were seeing through the crack, but I didn't want to believe it.

My fingers tightened around the shopping bags. My pulse quickened as I reached for the door.

No.

No.

I hesitated.

Then I pushed it open, and my eyes widened in shock.

Jasmine

The door hadn't even clicked shut before he had me. Our lips were already fused in a jagged, desperate lock as we stumbled into the black room.

He slammed the door with a finality that made the walls vibrate, pinning me against the wood. My hands were swept upward, his iron grip catching my wrists and lifting them above my head.

I should've stopped this.

I should've pushed him away and walked out before I made another reckless decision tonight. Instead, my fingers curled into the front of his jacket, dragging him closer-and God help me, I didn't want to be anywhere else.

I still couldn't properly see him, and somehow that only made this worse.

Or better.

He bit my lower lip, a sharp spark of pain that I answered with a gasp. He took the opening instantly, his tongue invading, tasting, exploring, claiming every inch of my mouth as if it were a territory he had won in a war.

While one hand kept me bound, the other was a marauder. It traveled downward, finding the swell of my breast through the thin fabric of my dress.

He didn't just touch; he cupped, squeezed, and kneaded, his thumb rolling over my nipple until it was a hard, sensitive peak. A sharp pinch elicited a broken moan from my throat.

He moved, his lips leaving mine to trail fire down my throat. His hand slid lower, my dress bunching upward as he caressed my thighs.

I was a wreck, my breath coming in shallow hitches, my underwear already soaked with the evidence of how much my body wanted this stranger.

"Fuck," I hissed, arching my back until my spine pressed painfully into the door.

He shifted my lace aside and slid two fingers into my weeping heat. His fingers curved inside me, hitting that electric bundle of nerves over and over again while his lips did sinful things to my neck.

"Mmmm, fuck... yes!" I mewed, my head tossing back against the door.

He withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving me cold and aching for a split second, only to shove them into my mouth. I licked them clean, my eyes wide and searching the darkness for his.

I couldn't see him, nothing but the glint of shadow and the heat of his gaze-but I wanted this stranger to pound me until there was nothing left of the woman I used to be.

His hands moved to my back, slowly undoing the zipper of my dress. The fabric slid over my shoulders and pooled around my feet with a soft thud.

I stood before him in the dark, my heart thundering against my ribs. I could feel his eyes on me, heavy and possessive.

In a sudden surge of bold, emerald-eyed temper, I decided to give him a show. I threw my hair back, exposing my breasts, cupping them myself as I watched the shadow of his silhouette.

I took my own nipples between my fingers, mimicking his pinch, my eyes fluttering shut as a quiet moan escaped me. I wanted to see him squirm, wanted to know I wasn't the only one losing control.

My hand trailed down, sneaking into my dark green panties, a shade that always made my hair look like liquid flame.

He didn't wait another second.

He scooped me off the floor, his strength effortless, and carried me to the bed. We fell into the plush mattress, a tangle of limbs and rising heat.

I met his longing lips, the heat between my legs rising. Our tongues continued the dance from earlier.

He sat on the bed, and I slid off his lap, sinking between his knees and freeing him from his pants. My lips engulfed his cock, my hair flowing around his legs like liquid flames.

I gave him everything I had, licking and sucking, placing little kisses all over his cock. I wanted to taste the power I had over him, to feel him twitch against my tongue until he was as close to the edge as I was.

I didn't need to look to know that he was just as aroused as I was. I could tell from the way he was breathing, the way his body was moving... the way his engorged tip was begging to be sucked.

His hands caressed my back, my curves, tracing the lower swells of my breasts before stroking across my nipples again.

I stood and placed a soft kiss on his shoulder, then on his neck, before smashing my lips against his again as I straddled him. The friction of his tip against my entrance made me hiss.

I looked into those mysterious eyes and slowly lowered myself onto him.

I was filled so completely I thought I might break. He was thicker, harder, and more demanding than anything I'd ever experienced. It was a pressure that bordered on pain before melting into a searing, white-hot pleasure.

My pussy gripped him, pulsing around a thickness that felt impossible, and I arched off the mattress, my head snapping back.

"Yes... oh God, yes," I mewed, my fingers digging into his strong, sturdy arms.

I had never felt anything like this-this intense. It was too much to bear, a sensory overload that bypassed my brain and went straight to my nerves.

As he thrust, a slow-building heat began to coil at my center, tightening with every slide of his skin against mine.

"Don't stop... ahh," I gasped, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. I was rising, my breath coming in shallow, desperate moans as I began to feel that familiar tightening in my abdomen.

"I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming."

The orgasm hit like an earthquake. My thighs began to tremble, and a rhythmic, violent pleasure erupted, radiating from my core to my very fingertips. I felt my toes curl against the sheets as I rode the wave, my vision fracturing into sparks of light.

But he wasn't finished. With a sudden, possessive strength, he flipped me over. I landed on my stomach, my back arching instinctively as he gathered my hair in one hand, tilting my head back. He plunged into me again, the change in angle hitting a spot so deep I felt it in my chest.

"Mmmm, fuck... just like that," I grunted, my voice a raw, animal sound. I pushed my hips back, meeting every heavy, rhythmic strike, desperate for the friction.

He stilled with a guttural groan that vibrated through my entire body. I felt the sudden, searing heat of him filling me, hot release coating my walls and triggering a second, smaller ripple of pleasure through my exhausted body.

We stayed like that for a long time, tangled and trembling, breathing the same air until our pulses finally slowed.

Eventually, he pulled away, the loss of his heat making the room feel suddenly cold. I heard his bare feet on the hardwood as he disappeared into the bathroom. I lay there, blinking at the shadows, my body aching in a way that felt like a quiet victory.

Jasmine

The pounding in my head woke me before my alarm did. Well, that's because I wasn't in my room.

I groaned softly, squeezing my eyes shut as sunlight slipped through the curtains in thin golden lines, far too bright for the state I was in. Every inch of my body felt heavy, warm, sore in ways that made flashes of last night creep back into my mind before I was ready for them.

They flashed behind my eyes in broken pieces-the whiskey, dark rooms, rough hands, a deep voice against my ear.

Heat crawled up my neck despite the hangover threatening to split my head open. I pushed myself upright too fast and immediately regretted it.

"Shit..."

The room tilted slightly.

A low groan escaped me as I pressed my fingers against my temple. The sheets slipped down my body, cool air brushing against bare skin that still felt overly sensitive in places I refused to think about right now.

The unfamiliar room came into focus piece by piece. Dark walls, a black dresser, and a chair in the corner with my dress thrown over it carelessly.

I was at a hotel, it seemed.

Right. I swallowed hard. The sexy stranger.

My gaze shifted toward the nightstand beside the bed.

A glass of water sat there neatly beside two aspirin tablets and a folded note.

Take it. You'll feel better.

My brows furrowed instantly.

I picked the note up, staring at the clean handwriting longer than necessary.

No name. Nothing else.

A frustrated sound left my throat as I pressed my fingers against my temple.

I couldn't even remember his face properly.

Every time I tried, it blurred at the edges like smoke slipping through my fingers. I remembered broad shoulders. A rough voice. The weight of his stare in the dark.

But his face?

Nothing clear enough to hold onto.

Which honestly should've made this easier. It should've made me regret it. Instead, heat crept up my neck at the memory of his mouth against mine, and irritation twisted sharply in my chest.

"Fantastic," I muttered bitterly.

Because somehow, against all logic, I didn't regret last night one bit. That didn't make it smart or remotely okay.

It was reckless. A drunken mistake made by a girl trying to destroy the image of her cheating boyfriend with something-someone else.

That was all it was.

I repeated that to myself twice while swallowing the aspirin dry.

By the third time, I almost believed it.

Almost.

*

The walk back to my hostel felt like a punishment.

My sunglasses barely hid the exhaustion in my eyes, and every step reminded me I'd made choices last night that sober Jasmine never would have survived.

Girls passed by laughing on their way to school, fresh-faced and energetic for the first day of their second year.

Meanwhile, I looked like I'd fought a war and lost.

By the time I got back to my hostel room, I barely had enough time to shower. Hot water poured over my skin while memories flickered through my head in frustrating flashes.

His hands at my waist. His voice low against my throat. The way he touched me, like he was trying not to.

I shut the water off aggressively.

No. Absolutely not.

I was not going to stand there romanticizing a one-night stand with a faceless stranger.

"Get it together, Jasmine," I muttered to myself as I stepped out of the bathroom.

I dressed quickly, grabbed my bag, and rushed out the door after checking the time.

Of course, I was late.

My shoulders tightened immediately. Just perfect.

Voices echoed through the room while students filled almost every seat. I stood frozen near the entrance for half a second before Bella spotted me from the middle row.

Her eyes widened instantly. Then she waved dramatically and pointed to the empty seat beside her.

Relief flooded through my chest. I hurried over quickly, sliding into the seat beside her while trying not to look completely unhinged.

"Thank God," I whispered, dropping my bag at my feet. "I thought I'd have to stand."

Bella stared at me for exactly three seconds before grimacing. "Jesus, Jasmine."

I blinked at her tiredly. "What?"

"You look horrible."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled lightly. "Wow. Thank you."

"No, seriously." She leaned closer, lowering her voice. "What happened to you? Rough night?"

My fingers tightened slightly around my pen as images of my sexcapade coursed through my brain.

I looked away quickly so she wouldn't notice how rosy my cheeks had turned. But Bella caught my reaction anyway. "Is this about Jason?"

The smile faded from my lips instantly. For a moment, I'd totally forgotten about what I'd seen that had led to the very adventurous night I'd had.

I sighed, nodding faintly. "Caught him naked in bed with Stella."

She gasped, eyes wide. "Stella? Your bestie?"

I offered her a faint nod.

Her face hardened. "That idiot."

"Bella-"

"No, seriously, if I ever see him-"

The lecture hall doors slammed shut loudly.

The room quieted almost instantly.

"Everyone settle down," a deep male voice called from the front. "Class is about to begin."

Something about that voice brushed against my memory hard enough to make my stomach tighten.

My eyes lifted automatically toward the front of the hall.

The lecturer stood with his back facing us, one hand braced against the desk while the other moved smoothly across the board.

"My name is Prof. Davin Jackson," he said, writing it down on the board. "And I'll be taking you for Nutritional Biochemistry this semester."

Something in my chest tightened.

My brows pulled together slowly. Why the hell did that voice sound so familiar?

He set the marker down and turned toward the class.

And damn.

Handsome. Not the polished, pretty kind boys my age tried so hard to be either.

This man looked grown, mature in a way that immediately shifted the air in the room.

He was tall, easily over six feet, with broad shoulders that stretched the sleeves of his charcoal button-up just enough to hint at the toned muscle underneath.

The top buttons were undone carelessly, revealing his Adam's apple, while the sleeves rolled to his forearms exposed veins and tanned skin that looked unfairly distracting.

His jawline was sharp enough to cut glass, dark stubble shadowing it perfectly like he either forgot to shave or simply didn't care enough to.

And those eyes-God.

They were sky blue, the kind of blue that looked dangerous. The kind that looked straight through you instead of at you.

My pulse stumbled violently.

Beside me, Bella let out a low whistle, leaning back into her seat. "Now that is a man," she muttered under her breath, a smile playing lazily on her lips. "Now this semester might actually be worth attending."

I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze down to my notebook for exactly two seconds before it drifted right back to him again against my own will.

Professor Jackson picked the marker back up like he had no idea half the female population in the hall had mentally stopped functioning.

"So we're going to start with the basics," he said smoothly, turning back toward the board. "Nutritional Biochemistry is the study of how nutrients and food components interact with biological systems at a molecular, cellular, and physiological level..."

His voice echoed through the lecture hall. He continued talking, writing terms across the board while students scrambled to keep up.

But honestly?

I knew damn well no girl in that room was actually listening to a single thing he was saying. Not with the way his muscles flexed beneath that shirt every time he moved.

Not with that voice.

And definitely not with that piercing gaze.