Chapter 1

The entire student hallway was extremely quiet, the passing student oblivious of the extreme pounding going on in the bathroom. Arya had her back against the cold porcelain sink, her already skimpy skirts hiked up to her waist.

“Fuck.” She gasped as pleasure ripped through her.

At nearly twenty-one, Arya was the girl most people termed the secret whore of the school, but she didn't give a fuck. In her mind, she was at least better than Sarah—the open whore. Arya only fucked "dicks that mattered.

Jax, the school hockey captain, had his hands buried in her hair, pulling her head back so he could bite at her neck.

"Ahhh fuck! Yes… oh, fuck yes..." she moaned. “Go faster Jax. Fuck… oh… fuck.”

"Bring your voice down, Arya. Someone’s gonna walk in," Jax whispered, even though he didn't sound like he cared. He was moving inside her, hard and fast, his thrusts making her face slap against the porcelain surface.

"Let… ah… fuck… them.. hear," she shot back, arching her back and pushing her ass further against him, inviting him to go deeper. She loved the risk.

She loved knowing that at any second, a janitor or a Dean could walk through that door.

He groaned, his grip tightening on her hips. He was hitting that perfect spot, and Arya was seconds away from losing her mind.

“Oohhh ohhh ohh yes… faster Jax ahhh Yesss ohh I'm.. ahh… yess. Oh..”

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her fingers clawing into the smooth surface of the sink as she felt the waves of release coming at her.

A noise came from the door.

The heavy door swung open.

Jax froze instantly, his body stiffening, though he remained solidly buried inside her. He hid his face in the crook of her neck, terrified and holding his breath.

They waited for a shout, a lecturer’s voice, or the sound of someone running to get the Dean.

Arya’s eyes flew open, looking straight into the big bathroom mirror. Through the reflection, she saw the door.

A man walked in. He wasn't a student. He was older, tall, and built like a hulk in a perfectly tailored ash suit and a dark tie. As he walked in, Arya expected him to freeze, or maybe gasp—anything. But he didn't.

He didn't stop, and he didn't even look in their direction. He absolutely did not acknowledge the fact that a girl was arching her naked ass up for the school captain right in front of the sinks. In the school bathroom!

"Jax," Arya whispered, her body already pulsing at that level of nonchalance. "Keep going."

"Are you insane?" Jax hissed, his voice low but trembling. "There's someone here!"

EXACTLY! That was the main reason why she wanted him to keep going. Arya looked at the man in the mirror, and a thought flashed through her head: she wanted him to see. She thrust her hips backward, forcing Jax to move.

"Ahhhhhh... Jax!" She let out a loud, shaky moan as she watched the mirror.

The man walked right up to the sink next to them. He was so close she could smell his expensive cologne.

He turned on the faucet, and the water gushed out. Arya watched him as he pumped soap into his large, steady hands.

Fuck,she thought. Why am I imagining those hands on me instead of Jax’s?

She pushed herself deeper, slamming back onto Jax. "Ohhh... fuck... mmnnn..." she moaned.

She watched the strange handsomeness of the man as he began to wash his hands, slowly rubbing his palms together and cleaning between his fingers as if he were alone in his own house. She kept moving against Jax, her eyes locked on the stranger, waiting for some kind of reaction.

But none came. If he wasn't washing his hands right now, she would have thought he was blind.

He didn't flinch. He rinsed his hands, reached for a paper towel, and dried them with calm, deliberate movements. Then, he dropped the towel into the bin, turned, and walked out without a single glance in their direction.

The door closed shut.

"What the hell was that?" Jax panted, sliding out of her in a flash and pulling his pants up. He was shaking. "He saw us. He definitely saw us."

Arya was already feeling empty from his sudden withdrawal. "Yeah, I know, but he didn't act like it," she defended, moving closer.

"I'm getting out of here," Jax said, wiping sweat from his forehead. "That was too close, Arya."

"At least let's finish up!" she yelled after his bolting figure. "Fuck! I was so close to my O!"

But he was gone. This was one of the reasons why she hated these school guys—always running off, always unable to give proper satisfaction. All muscles and no stamina.

But then, who the hell was that man? The question sat heavy in Arya's chest. Her body was still pulsing, throbbing from unsatisfied pleasure. She debated between giving herself a hand and going to look for someone else to finish the job, but it was too late.

The bell rang. Fifth class started in five minutes.

Ten minutes later, Arya was sitting in the back of the lecture hall. It was her favorite position to sit because it allowed her to do what she wanted, whenever she wanted.

The Dean stood at the front of the class, looking excited. "Students," the Dean announced. "We are very lucky today. The man who is about to speak is a world-renowned expert in human behavior. He has advised kings and presidents. Please welcome our new visiting professor, Professor Lucas."

Arya's heart stopped.

It was him. The man from the bathroom.

He walked to the front of the class, but he wasn't in

the suit anymore. He had it hung over his arm, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to show strong, veiny arms. He looked even more intimidating under the bright lights of the hall.

"I am Lucas," he said. His deep, smooth baritone made her body vibrate, sending jolts of electricity straight through her. "I’ll be your Human Behavior lecturer from now on."

His eyes scanned the crowd. His gaze moved across the rows until it landed directly on her.

Most people would look away in shame after what

had happened in the bathroom, but not Arya Gonzales. She stared right back.

He held her gaze for three long seconds. His expression didn't change, but she saw his eyes darken. He knew exactly who she was. And he knew she was the same person from ten minutes ago who was being fucked against the sinks.

A few minutes later, he started his lecture, talking about the "hidden impulses of the human mind."

Occasionally Arya's eyes met his, and he diverted them.

Inwardly, the wilder side of Arya was already making plans. She wanted to know what it would take to make that calm, cold face finally break.

What would it feel like when that cold, calm man had his dick buried inside of her? She wanted to see that face drenched in pleasure—pleasure that came entirely from her.