When Professor Melanie Stevenson submits to her department chair’s…wishes during a private encounter in the library stacks, she never imagines she might actually be caught in a compromising position. Yet, with colleagues eager to find evidence of the Chair’s misconduct, the suddenly very real threat of discovery forces her to consider whether she’s prepared for the potential career consequences of her lust-driven decisions and whether she’s still the “good” twin.
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SIMON WAS A professor, like her, only more accomplished and successful, more experienced. He understood the academic world and what it took to gain and maintain membership. He wouldn’t lead her down a path that would destroy what she’d built or put her future in jeopardy.
He took her by the arm and steered her deeper into the stacks, pulled her with him into the shadows, down a row with the lights off. He backed her up against the shelves and dove into another kiss. In the darkness, he took command of her mouth and her senses. His kiss banished the worry and doubts that had chased her here. Their passion burned brightly, the only illumination she needed.
His hand slid over her ribs and down to her hips. The teasing touches only made her desperate for more. She grabbed his head and pulled him to her. She pressed her body against his as if she could climb inside him. She wanted his touch, his care.
He brought his hands between them and unbuckled his belt. Her mind jumped ahead, new fantasies fueling her lust. He would lift her in his hands. She would wrap her legs around him, and he would press her against the wall. Then he would thrust into her with wild abandon, satiating the gnawing emptiness at her core.
He did none of those things.
He freed his belt from the loops with a smooth slide of leather against cloth, and then he caught her hands in one of his. Before she could register the change in direction, he bound her hands tightly behind her back with his belt.
The leather squeezed her wrists with a tightness bordering on pain. She tested the bindings, pulling against them, but she couldn’t wrest free.