Chapter 2: The Late Night Heist

The hallways of Strathmore University were quiet and empty. The sterile hum of the lights overhead echoed in silence. But from behind a closed door on the third floor, soft sounds that were barely noticeable, grew louder. 

The sounds of a low murmur and breathless gasps were more insistent and the sharp scraping of a chair leg that shifted against the tiled floor. The moans were low and guttural as they echoed in the hallway. 

Inside the classroom, Jax's juicy butt and his upper naked body that was lean with toned muscles shifted under his skin, with a dragon tattoo that snaked up his left arm. 

His black jeans hanged low on his hips and his belt was undone, his boots still on. He looked untamed and unapologetic. 

Across from him, was a young professor who was maybe in her late twenties, as she leaned close. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist and her blouse was unbuttoned, revealing her lace bra. 

Her lips were swollen and her breath was uneven. They were fucking hard, their bodies slick with sweat. They moved together in a rhythm that was built on lust and not affection.

Jax's hands gripped her hips, as he pulled her down onto his thick cock with every thrust. Their lips were locked in a fierce kiss as their tongues tangled and their teeth clashed. The desk creaked and groaned between them, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room.

Her hands were buried in his hair and her fingers curled tightly. Jax's expression was hard to read because he looked focused but distant. Like his body was there and his mind was somewhere else.

Then Jax pulled out and hooked his fingers into her clit. He leaned in as his tongue lapped at her folds, making her cry out with pleasure. 

"Oh god, Jax," she moaned, as her hands fisted on his hair and holding him to her pussy. "That feels so good."

Jax licked and sucked at her pussy as his tongue explored every inch of her, making her writhe and moan. He slipped two fingers inside her and curled them upwards, hitting that spot that made her see stars.

"Oh god, right there," she moaned as her hips bucked against his touch. "Right there Jax, don't stop."

Jax fucked her with his fingers as his tongue sucked her clit, making her moan and scream with pleasure. He could feel her body tensing as her muscles clenched around his fingers and he knew she was close. 

"Cum for me, Ms. Harper." he said in a husky voice. "Cum all over my face."

Ms. Harper screamed as her body convulsed with her orgasm washing over her. Then Jax proceeded to lick and suck at her pussy, making her cry out with ecstasy. 

As she came down from her high, Jax climbed up her body, with his cock poised at her entrance, he looked into her eyes, his own filled with lust and desire. 

"Are you ready?" he asked in a low voice with a smirk.

Ms. Harper nodded biting her lips, "Yes. god. yes."

Then Jax thrusted into her, his cock filling her completely. Ms. Harper moaned as her nails dug into his back, holding him to her. "You feel so good," she whispered as her body ached for more.

Jax began to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Ms. Harper met his thrusts and their bodies moved in perfect sync.

"Harder," she moaned, her body already on fire with desire. "Faster Jax. Give it to me harder."

Jax complied as his hips slammed against hers, his cock pounding into her pussy, Jax could feel his own orgasm building, his cock throbbing inside her. 

"Harper," he growled. "Cum with me baby."

Jax, groaned, his cock pulsing as he came, filling her with his hot cum. They rode out their orgasms together as their bodies shook with pleasure.

As they came down from their high, they heard a loud thud outside the classroom. Something had fallen. The sound of a metal against concrete. Then a jarring sound in the silence followed.

Jax went still, completely still. Then he pulled back slightly and his head tilted towards the door. He was trying to listen.

Ms. Harper brushed her fingers against his jaw, like she was about to pull him back. But Jax was already stepping away as he straightened his jeans, buckling his belt with efficient movements.

"Stay here," he told Ms. Harper quietly with a rough voice.

He grabbed his jacket from the back of a chair, slipping it on as he walked toward the door. He didn't look back. 

Ms. Harper smoothened her hair as she watched him go.

Jax opened the door quietly and peeked into the hallway. It was empty but something was off. He stepped out silently as a predator with a tense body. 

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The door had clicked shut behind Grace, muffling the distant sounds of the campus at night. She was in Professor Callahan's office. It was too dark inside. 

Grace exhaled quietly as she steadied herself. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight. A narrow beam of light sliced through the gloom, as it illuminated rows of perfectly organized books and meticulously arranged papers.

She moved quickly but carefully. Grace knew what she was looking for, at the same time she knew, she wasn't supposed to be there. The beam skimmed across Professor Callahan's desk. 

Grace bit her lip as she nudged open the top drawer. It was empty. Second drawer, had files. The third drawer, was locked. 

Her heart rate kicked up. She glanced over her shoulder, even though she knew the hallway was empty.

From her bag, she pulled a slim piece of metal. It was something someone like Grace shouldn't have, it was more suited for someone like Jax. But this wasn't about Jax, it was for about her own survival. 

She fumbled with the lock of the third drawer after some tense seconds. Finally, the drawer slid open. She shifted through the folders, there were grades, recommendations and personal notes. Then she found it.

A manila envelope, it was unmarked. She didn't hesitate and shoved it into her bag. But as she closed the drawer, her elbow clipped a small metal paperweight that was perched on the edge of the desk and then it toppled, making it fall.

Then followed a sharp, loud clatter.

Grace froze as she held her breath, she calmed herself as she tried to listen for anyone that might've heard the sound approaching the office but there was no sound. Little did she underestimate the loudness of it, then she heard footsteps.

They were close. And they got even more closer. Panic flared hot in her chest. She turned off her phone light, plunging the room into darkness again as her heart pounded like a war drum. She was not alone in the hallway and whoever was coming, might've have heard everything. 

She was thinking about staying hidden or running and she opted for speed. 

Grace slipped out of the office like a shadow as she glanced both ways down the dark corridor. She started walking fast, but then she spun around after hearing the footsteps of the person that was following her.

She was shocked, leaning casually against the opposite wall, was Jax Reed. His phone was in one hand as his screen glowed faintly.

His thumb moved. Click. He stopped recording.

"And here I thought I was the only delinquent sneaking around after hours," he said with a smirk.

Grace's stomach dropped, but on the outside, she held his gaze with a cold expression. "What do you think you're doing Jax?"

He pushed off the wall with a lazy grace, pocketing his phone as he walked toward her, slowly like he was savoring that moment.

"Oh, I think the question is...What are you doing, Monroe?"

He gestured with his chin toward the office door behind her, "Stealing confidential exam answers? Very out of character."

Grace lifted her chin, masking the flicker of panic with an icy defiance, "Delete the video."

Jax chuckled, deep and lowly, stopping just in front of her. Close enough she could smell the faint trace of mint on him. "Now why would I do that? I kinda like having the upper hand for once."

He tapped his temple with two fingers as his eyes gleamed with mischief, "Besides, you just handed me all the leverage I'll ever need."

Grace said nothing, not yet, she was already thinking. 

Jax leaned in, as his voice dropped to a husky whisper, "This is gonna be fun, Monroe."

And with that, he turned and walked away like he had already won.