His eyes flashed dark. He stepped between my legs, close enough that his hips forced my thighs wider. I could feel the heat rolling off him, smell that clean cedar-and-man scent that made my mouth water. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around my throat—not choking, just holding. Firm. Possessive.

“You were pushing every fucking button, little girl,” he growled. “Keep it up and I wouldn’t wait for office hours to end. I’d hike that skirt higher, spread you open on my desk, and eat this bratty pussy until you were screaming my name loud enough for the dean to hear. Then I’d flip you over, spank that ass raw,...