Professor Elias Voss was sitting at his desk—the very desk they were fucking on—half-hidden in the shadows at the far end. He’d clearly been there the whole time. Grading papers by the light of a small desk lamp that barely reached them. His sharp, devastatingly handsome face was illuminated just enough to show his clenched jaw and the storm brewing in his dark eyes. The sleeves of his crisp white shirt were rolled up, revealing powerful forearms. He looked every bit the ruthless authority figure—forty-two, built like a man who could break you in half, and currently staring at them with a mixture of fury and something much darker. Hunger....