I never sat in the back of the classroom. I wanted him to see me—every raised hand, every challenge I tossed back at him, every time I asked a question that wasn't really a question at all. Professor Liam Powell thought he was untouchable, the brilliant, magnetic, sharp-tongued man who commanded his lecture hall like a stage. But I could see the hunger in him, the restless boredom in his eyes. I knew I could be the one to break him.

It started with lingering after class, closing the door when no one else dared, leaning too close when I pretended to ask about Eliot or Donne. My body language became my weapon, every tilt of my head and shift of my skirt a test, every breathy laugh a spark. And then came the first kiss—teeth clashing, lips bruising, tongues battling until we were both wrecked for more.

This story is a filthy, high-heat, professor/student erotica bursting with forbidden desire, rough office sex, age gap tension, and unapologetic power play. Perfect for readers who crave campus erotica, illicit relationships, teacher/student seduction, and stories that blur the line between obsession and surrender.

If you've ever fantasized about what happens behind the closed door of a professor's office, this is the book that won't let you look away.