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“Shh,” Julianne countered, her mouth finding the sensitive curve of Maya\u2019s neck. She didn’t just kiss; she claimed, her tongue tracing the racing pulse point while her teeth nipped playfully, agonizingly, at the skin. She moved lower, her kisses a slow, torturous trail of fire. Every movement was academic in its precision\u2014Julianne knew exactly where the nerves gathered, exactly how much pressure to apply to make Maya arch off the bed.<\/p>\n

She used her free hand to map the landscape of Maya\u2019s body, her palm sliding over the curve of Maya\u2019s hip, her thumb tracing the inner line of her toned thigh with a slow, agonizing rhythm. “You wanted to know what I saw when I looked at you in the vault,” Julianne whispered against the skin of Maya\u2019s stomach, her breath hot and shallow. “I saw this. You, stripped of your footnotes and your defenses. Completely mine.” When Julianne finally moved between Maya\u2019s legs, the world narrowed to the friction of skin and the mastery of Julianne\u2019s touch.<\/p>\n

She was thorough, her movements unhurried and expertly paced to drive Maya toward a cliff edge. She watched Maya\u2019s face with a rapt, intense focus, as if memorizing the way her features blurred with pleasure. “Look at me, Maya,” Julianne commanded as the tension reached its peak. “Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you when you break.”<\/p>\n

Maya forced her eyes open, locking onto those unwavering hazel eyes. The intensity was overwhelming, a collision of intellect and raw, carnal recognition. As the first wave of heat crashed over her, Maya\u2019s voice broke in a soft, keening cry of Julianne\u2019s name. She felt herself shatter, her fingers digging into Julianne\u2019s shoulders as she gave up the last of her control. Julianne didn’t let go. She held her through the tremors, her touch grounding and relentless until the last aftershock faded into a heavy, blissful silence.<\/p>\n

Slowly, Julianne crawled up the bed, sliding under the duvet and pulling Maya into the hollow of her shoulder. She smoothed Maya\u2019s damp hair back from her forehead, her expression softening into something deeply tender, though the command remained in the way she held Maya close. “Good girl,” Julianne whispered into the quiet of the room.<\/p>\n

“You were exactly as I imagined.”<\/p>\n

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. ISBN-13: 9781234567890 ISBN-10: 1477123456 Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309 OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Title Page Copyright Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 15 OceanofPDF.com CHAPTER 1 The basement of the Sterling Library was colder than the rest of the building, not just in temperature but in spirit.<\/p>\n

The air felt thin and controlled, designed to protect fragile pages and fading ink. Maya Vance pulled her coat closer as she followed the winding corridors underground. This was a place built to resist time, a quiet archive for things the world had already moved on from. Maya adjusted the strap of her leather tote bag, her palms damp despite the low temperature. She had spent three long years as a PhD student at St. Jude\u2019s University carefully avoiding the woman behind the heavy oak door at the end of the hall: Dr. Julianne Sterling.<\/p>\n

She was a legend, known for her composure and precision. Students called her the Ice Queen. The youngest tenured professor in the university\u2019s history, she had reshaped Enlightenment studies and possessed a look that could unnerve even senior deans. Maya reached the door, her heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against her ribs. She checked her watch\u20142:03 p.m. She was three minutes late because the archaic library elevator had shuddered to a halt between floors.<\/p>\n

Three minutes might as well have been three hours in Julianne Sterling\u2019s world. Maya took a breath, the air tasting of dust and ozone, and knocked. “Come in.” The voice was low, resonant, and possessed a timbre that brooked no argument. It was a voice designed to be obeyed. Maya pushed the door open with complete timidness. The office was a shrine to the written word. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined every wall, the spines of ancient leather-bound volumes shimmering in the dim light of a single, green-shaded desk lamp.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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