Emily's POV

I never planned to be the girl who stayed after class but Professor Kane had a way of looking at me that made my thighs press together under my desk.

It was the last class of the day, we were having Advanced Literature. The room emptied immediately and students rushed off to parties or study groups. I stayed seated, my heart already racing as I pretended to organize my notes. Professor Kane closed the door behind him, stepping in.

He leaned against the front of his desk, his arms crossed over his broad chest, sleeves rolled up to show those strong forearms. He was just forty-two but he...