The heavy lecture hall doors clicked shut as the Dean left the room.

Our new professor turned his broad back to the tiered rows of students, picking up a piece of chalk and writing his name in sharp, aggressive strokes across the chalkboard.

Travis Smith.

Just reading those two words fanned the burning flames of lust already pooling low in my belly. He turned back around, dusting his hands off, and opened his mouth to speak.

“I will be your professor this semester.”

His deep, resonant baritone voice filled the massive room, sending a violent shiver straight down my spine. The sheer authority in his tone, combined with the lethal,...