**Chapter 3: Illicit Desires**

As Sikowitz droned on about the importance of immersion in acting, Beck's fingers began to wander, tracing gentle patterns on Maya's thigh under the guise of helping her with her script. Maya's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing slowing as she tried to focus on the lesson, but Beck's touch was like a whispered secret, making her skin prickle with awareness. Maya's gaze drifted back to Beck, her eyes locking onto his as he smiled mischievously, his fingers continuing their subtle exploration. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks, her heart beating just a little bit faster. Beck's eyes crinkled at the corners as he leaned in, his voice barely audible over Sikowitz's monologue. "Sorry, sorry," Beck mouthed, his fingers slipping under Maya's skirt, sending shivers down her spine. Maya's eyes widened, her gaze darting around the room to ensure no one was watching. Jade, seated across from them, seemed oblivious, her attention fixed on Sikowitz. Jade's eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Beck and Maya, a faint flicker of unease crossing her face before she masked it with a neutral expression. Tori, still flustered from her earlier mishap, was scribbling furiously in her notebook, her eyes fixed on Sikowitz. As Beck's fingers danced across Maya's skin, she felt her focus slipping, her mind fragmenting into a thousand different directions. She tried to push back, to concentrate on the lesson, but Beck's touch was like a siren's call, drawing her in with an irresistible force. Sikowitz's voice receded into the background as Maya's world narrowed to the gentle pressure of Beck's fingers, the warmth of his breath on her skin, and the thrumming of her own pulse in her veins. She felt herself melting into the sensation, her boundaries blurring as Beck's touch ignited a slow-burning fire within her. Beck's fingers slipped further under her skirt, finding the tender flesh between her legs. Maya's eyes flew open, her gaze locking onto Beck's as he smiled reassuringly. His fingers parted her folds, and a gentle touch sent shivers down her spine. Maya's breathing quickened, her heart racing as Beck's fingers began to move in a gentle rhythm. The sensation built, growing in intensity until Maya felt like she was drowning in a sea of pleasure. Beck's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with desire as he watched her reaction. Maya's face grew hotter, her body tensing as she struggled to contain her response. Just as it seemed like Maya was about to succumb to the distraction, Beck's fingers slipped inside her, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through her body. Maya's eyes widened, her gaze darting around the room, but Sikowitz was still droning on, oblivious to the illicit activity unfolding beneath his nose. Beck's fingers moved in a gentle rhythm, coaxing a response from Maya's trembling body. Her face grew hotter, her breathing quickening as she struggled to contain her climax. Beck's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with desire as he watched her reaction. Maya's body began to shudder, her muscles tensing as she approached her climax. Beck's fingers moved faster, his touch growing more insistent as he drew her to the edge. Maya's eyes locked onto Beck's, her gaze burning with desire as she felt herself cresting. A low moan escaped her lips as she came, her body shuddering in Beck's grasp. Beck's eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with desire as he watched her reaction. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the edge of her ear as he whispered, "You taste so good." Maya's face grew hotter, her body still shuddering as Beck withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips. He tasted her, his eyes locking onto hers as he savored the flavor of her climax. "Mmm, you taste like honey," he whispered, his voice low and husky. The room around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a world of their own creation. As they sat there, frozen in time, Sikowitz slammed his hand down on the desk, making everyone jump. "And that's enough for today, people! I want you all to work on your scenes in small groups. Beck, you're with Maya. Jade, you're with Tori. Let's get to work!" As the class erupted into chaos, Beck and Maya sat there, their eyes locked, the air thick with tension and desire. They gathered their scripts, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their illicit encounter, and broke away from the group, finding a quiet corner of the room to work on their scene. The dynamics between the students were about to shift, and the undercurrents of tension and attraction would soon boil to the surface.