جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 10

Zara's POV "Close the door, Sia." Leon's voice was low, rough, the kind of tone that made her stomach flip and her pussy clench at the same time. "Lock it. Then get on your knees and crawl to me like the bad little girl you are."She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. God, she'd been dying for this. All day she'd pushed him — texting him filthy little teases during his lecture, wearing the shortest skirt she owned just to watch his jaw tighten. Now she was going to pay, and the thought made her thighs slick.Heart hammering, she turned and clicked the lock. The soft sound echoed like a gunshot in the quiet office. When she faced him again, she kept her eyes locked on his, never breaking contact as she sank down. Her knees hit the cool hardwood. The movement made her heavy breasts sway inside the half-open white shirt, nipples already tight and aching against the black lace bra. She placed her palms flat on the floor and started to crawl.Slow. Deliberate. Hips roll

Zara’s POVForty-four years old. Broader than I remembered. More solid. The four years since I’d last seen him had only sharpened everything—made him more commanding, more dangerously handsome. My breath caught hard. Heat flooded between my legs so fast and so wet I had to shift in my seat, the seam of my trousers grinding right against my swollen clit. My heavy breasts rose and fell faster under the thin white shirt, nipples visibly stiff now.Fuck. It’s him.As if my stare had physically reached across the room and stroked him, his dark eyes found mine.He froze.It was barely a heartbeat—less than a second—but I saw it. The tiny flicker of genuine shock, unguarded and raw, flashing across that composed face. His jaw tightened. His shoulders tensed under the white shirt. Something hot and real moved behind those eyes, something dark and hungry that made my pussy clench hard and my breath hitch.Then he locked it down.I watched the mask slide back into place, smooth and effor

Zara’s POVMy alarm went off at eight on Monday.I woke up at eight thirty.The numbers on my phone hit me like ice water. Dominic’s class started at nine. I was out of bed in a heartbeat, heart already hammering. No time to waste. I rushed straight into the shower, twisting the knob to hot and stepping under the spray before it even had time to warm up fully.Water sluiced over my body in frantic rivulets. I lathered soap over my heavy breasts fast, feeling them bounce and sway under my palms, nipples tightening instantly from the contrast of hot water and cool air. I didn’t linger. I couldn’t. I rinsed, twisted my long dark hair into a messy wet knot, and stepped out, dripping.Thirty seconds to dry off, another thirty to throw on the first things my hands grabbed—a snug white fitted top that clung to every inch of my full, heavy tits and a flattering plaid skirt that hugged my waist and fell to a modest mid-thigh length, the fabric smooth and professional but still showing off

Zara’s POVI had forgotten we had plans. I checked the time on my phone and changed direction and headed toward the small cafe on the east side of campus where Marcus and I had been meeting every Tuesday and Thursday since freshman year.The cafe was warm and busy when I pushed through the door. It smelled like coffee and something buttery baking in the back and the noise of it — low voices, cups clinking, music coming from somewhere — wrapped around me immediately and I felt my shoulders drop slightly.I spotted Marcus straight away.He was in our usual booth at the back. Long legs stretched under the table. One hand around a coffee cup. Phone face down in front of him the way he always put it when he was waiting for someone because Marcus believed that if you were meeting a person you should actually be present for the meeting. He looked up when I walked in and raised his hand.I made my way through the tables and dropped into the seat across from him."Hey," he said."Hey,"

Zara’s POV“Bri,” I groaned, half embarrassed, half laughing, my voice still breathy.She just leaned back on her elbows, looking way too pleased with herself. “I’m just saying… that was one hell of a dream. You’ve got that dreamy, flustered look going on. Must’ve been a good one.”I pressed my cool hands to my burning cheeks and stared at the clothes in front of me, trying desperately to think about the party instead of the way his voice had sounded in my ear, the way my body had clenched and flooded the second he told me to open my mouth.“Get ready, Bri,” I said finally, voice shaky with lingering heat.Bri laughed softly, warm and knowing, and turned back to her mirror to swipe on another layer of lip gloss. “I’m already dressed, babe. Been ready for twenty minutes while you were off in dreamland having the time of your life.”I stood there at the wardrobe, cheeks still burning, thighs pressed tight together because every little shift reminded me how soaked I was. “I… I ne