The Secret Fiancée: Lexington and Raya’s Story (The Windsors)
The Secret Fiancée: Chapter 32

I watch my wife laugh at something Adam says as they rise from their seats at the end of my class, something akin to jealousy settling in my stomach. Adam looks over his shoulder, right at me, as his arm wraps around Raya’s shoulders. The fucker smiles at me as he pulls her along, and my blood begins to boil. I should’ve just failed him for that fucking glorified love letter he handed in.

“I have a question, Professor Windsor,” one of my students calls, obstructing my path as I try to follow Raya. She bats her eyelashes in a way I’m sure she thinks is attractive, but it just makes her look like she’s having an allergic reaction.

“Email me,” I tell her, before walking around her and grabbing my phone to see where Adam is taking my wife. Something about the way he looked at me reminded me of what Raya told me the day we discussed our engagement — that she wanted me to let her go once our time is up, so she can replace someone who will love her like I can’t. Did she have Adam in mind then?

Unease runs down my spine as I walk into the library. If she hadn’t been forced to marry me, he’s exactly the kind of guy that she’d have chosen. He’s smart, reliable, and passably good-looking, but most importantly, he makes her laugh.

I replace the two of them seated in the back of the library, and I pause out of sight. My wife is looking down at her notebook, but he’s looking at her. I’d recognize that tortured expression anywhere — he’s in love with her but knows he can’t have her. Ares looked at Raven that way for years, while he was arranged to be married to her older sister.

Raya rises from her seat and walks toward one of the bookcases, weaving through the countless rows, and I grin as I quietly follow her into the huge labyrinth Astor College calls its library. My wife pauses in front of a collection of books on aerodynamics within the engineering section, and I bite back a smile as I sneak up behind her.

My hand wraps over her mouth just before my body brushes against hers, and she gasps. “Quiet, little fairy,” I murmur as I push her up against the bookshelf. Her body relaxes at the sound of my voice, and I grin as I lean in and tilt her head, exposing her neck.

She whimpers when I brush her hair aside with my free hand and place my lips against her ear. “Tell me, baby. Did you think you’d get away with letting him wrap his arm around what’s mine?”

She chuckles against my hand, not in the least intimidated, and I fucking love that about her. She’s so sweet most of the time, but this side of her is all mine. I move my hand down until I have my fingers splayed across her stomach. “Answer me.”

“No. I knew you’d be jealous, and I let him do it anyway.”

I wrap my hand in her hair, pulling her head back a touch to look at her. “Such a naughty little fairy,” I murmur as my hand slips underneath her skirt. “I warned you, didn’t I? You’re mine, Raya Windsor, and I don’t share.”

Her gaze is heated, and I draw a shaky breath before lowering my lips to hers, taking that pretty mouth of hers. She kisses me back instantly, a soft moan escaping her throat when I part her lips, my tongue seeking entrance.

She gasps when my fingers brush over the lace panties she’s wearing today, and I chuckle when I replace her rapidly getting wet. “Lex,” she whispers. “We can’t do this here. We’ll get caught.”

“Then you’d better be quiet, darling.” I push her underwear aside and coat my fingers in her wetness. Her hand wraps around my wrist, and I shake my head. “Put your hands on that shelf,” I order, “or I’ll stop touching you right now.”

My pretty wife hesitates for only a split second before she does as I told her to. “Good girl,” I murmur. “I’d reward you for your obedience if you hadn’t gotten yourself into so much trouble. Now I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, darling.”

My fingers slip into her, and she moans when I press up against her g-spot. My other hand joins in to massage her clit, and I grin as her hips begin to rotate, soft needy whimpers on her lips.

“You truly go above and beyond for your students, Professor Windsor,” she teases, and I smile to myself, working her clit harder, until I’ve stolen all her sass away.

“Lex,” she pleads. “Oh, God.”

I lean in to kiss her just below her ear. “Next time you’d better think of the consequences before you let him touch you,” I warn, dragging my finger across her pussy leisurely, not giving her what she wants.

“Please,” she begs, panting. “I’m going crazy.”

“So was I, every second that I had to stand there in front of your whole class, watching as he cozies up to you and whispered into your ear, that fucking glorified love letter he handed in still fresh on my mind.” My middle finger brushes right against that sensitive little spot she wants me to touch, and she moans so fucking deliciously that I nearly give in.

“I can’t take this,” she complains. “I’m so close, please. Won’t you make your wife come?”

“Fuck. You’re playing dirty, Raya.” She knows how much I love it when she calls herself my wife. Fucking tease.

Raya just looks over her shoulder and throws me the most needy, sexy look I’ve ever seen. “I need you,” she whispers. “Please fuck me, Professor Windsor.” I cave right there and then, loving how quickly she became bolder with expressing what she wants from me. Knowing she feels comfortable enough to voice her needs like that is such a fucking turn-on. It’s intimacy on a whole other level.

“You know I can’t resist a plea like that,” I murmur as I reach for my slacks and undo my zipper, taking out my cock. Her eyes fall closed when I drag it over her ass, pure delight taking over her expression. “You want this?” I murmur, nestling my erection between her pretty thighs.

“Yes. Yes.”

I chuckle as I line myself up and push the tip into her. “Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll let you have it.”

“I’m yours, Lexington Windsor,” she instantly says, not a hint of hesitation. “Yours.”

I smile and push into her, my fingers returning to her clit as I slowly begin to fuck her against the bookshelf, her hands still on the edge of it.

She whimpers softly as I bring her to the edge, my cock buried deep inside her. I thrust in and out of her slowly, deeply, aligning the way my fingers move with the way I fuck her, and it makes her moan so fucking prettily.

“Please,” she whispers, but I tut and shake my head.

“Not yet. You made me suffer through that class, so now you’ll wait for your orgasm until I decide you deserve it.”

She begins to shift her hips impatiently, trying to ride my hand, and I chuckle, fucking delighted by every single thing she does. “Lex,” she pleads, only to freeze when we both feel something vibrating. “M-My phone is ringing.”

“Who is it?” I growl, grabbing her hips to fuck her harder, irritated by the distraction.

She gasps, her hips still shifting against me, meeting me thrust for thrust as she takes her phone out of the pocket in her skirt. I pause when I see Adam’s name on her screen.

“Pick up.” She freezes, and I flick her clit harshly, drawing a moan from her throat. “Pick up if you want to come, Raya.”

Her hand trembles as she obeys my command. “Raya, where are you?” Adam says, his voice audible even though Raya’s phone isn’t on loudspeaker. “You’ve been gone for a while, and I can’t replace you.”

I grin as I swirl my thumb around her clit and continue to fuck my wife. “Tell him where you are,” I whisper into her ear.

Her breath hitches when I press against her clit, finally giving her a taste of what she wants. “Looking for books on aerodynamics,” she says, her voice husky.

Adam pauses. “Oh, I’m not too far away then. I’ll come replace you.”

He ends the call, and Raya’s head falls back against my shoulder. “Now what?” she asks, breathing heavily.

“Now you come for your husband.” I smirk as I increase my pace, fucking her with deeper, harsher strokes and teasing her clit with more force. She bites down on her lip, and moments later, her pussy contracts all around my cock, taking me right over the edge with her. I groan as I come deep inside my wife, my forehead dropping to her shoulder.

“Raya?” I hear Adam call, and I sigh in irritation as I pull out of her and push my cum deep inside her before straightening her skirt.

She turns around in a rush, her cheeks flushed, and her lipstick smeared. She has no idea how fucking sexy she looks right now, all freshly fucked. “I hope you have fun studying with Adam. I’ll definitely enjoy knowing my cum is dripping out of your pussy and onto your thighs, reminding you of who you belong to every time he smiles up at you.”

My wife throws me a wide-eyed look, and I smirk as I zip myself back up seconds before Adam rounds the corner. “There you are!” he says, his smile fading when he spots me standing opposite Raya, leaning back against one of the shelves.

“Professor Windsor,” he says, his tone terse.

I grin at him as I raise my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, not giving a fuck if he realizes what I’m up to. If Raya won’t make it clear he can’t have her, I will.

“Have fun rewriting that report,” I tell him as I straighten. “And don’t forget to keep your eyes off what isn’t yours, or you might replace something you won’t like.”

Raya narrows her eyes in warning, and I chuckle as I turn around and walk away, pure satisfaction coursing through my veins.