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He dropped his briefcase a little too hard on the desk. I snapped my mouth shut, wanting to melt under the desk. Adrian quickly made a point to look anywhere but at me.

"Okay," he said softly, hissing between his teeth. "We'll start off with a little icebreaker. Don't worry, I'm not going to be taking roll call, there's way too many of you in here. Let me just tell you a little bit about myself." He casually seated himself at the edge of the desk, and his eyes flickered over me again, then quickly away. I couldn't stop staring.

"As I said, my name is Adrian Blackwood. I graduated from right here at Blackwood majoring in English, and I am actuallystilla Blackwood student." He looked at me again, as if to make a point. "I'm now working towards my Masters, in hopes of becoming a professor fulltime. That being said, me teaching this class does count towards my graduation, so if you could all please be respectful of that andnotmess it up for me." He gave one of his charming, half smiles. He had really worked the crowd. Just glancing to my left I could see the adoring looks some of the girls – and a couple of the guys – were giving him. My stomach squeezed again, but this time it was with a strange possessiveness.

What thehellwas wrong with me? How had I managed to have kinky, mind-blowing sex with my professor? Not that I could have possibly known – when he had mentioned classes I had thought he meant classes he wasin, not teaching!

It's not that bad Cass, get a grip, I thought.He's still a student, he just happens to be going for a Masters. This isn't a big deal. This probably happens all the time.

Yeah. To judge by those lusty, small smiles he was getting, I wascertainit happened all the time.

"First day will be pretty straightforward," he said, going to his briefcase and pulling out a packet of papers. "We'll go over the syllabus, a few expectations of what we'll cover, and hopefully get you all out of here early. So pull out your syllabus, hopefully you all printed them out."

Of course I had printed out nothing. He noticed.

"If you didn't, please share with your neighbor." Oh god, every look he gave me was giving me flashbacks. That mouth had been on me,inside me.I squeezed my legs together, trying to ignore the thoughts. How could I manage to say his name without remembering how I screamed it in ecstasy? I couldn't evenlookat him! He was wearing the same belt he had used to bind my hands together while he-

Jesus Christ, Cass, concentrate!

I didn't concentrate for a single second. The class passed in a blur. It felt as if Adrian and I made awkward eye contact every other minute. Finally, he said we were wrapped up for the day and would see us on Wednesday. I hurriedly began stuffing my notebook in to my bag, when his shadow fell over me.

"Would you mind waiting after class, for just a bit?" he said, his voice soft. I just nodded dumbly, and sat there as he attended to the line of questions from waitlisted and over-eager students. When the classroom was finally empty, I approached his desk.

"You're . . . aprofessor?" I blurted, unable to control my shock any longer. He winced.

"I'm not exactly a professor yet," he said. He looked as nervous as I felt, and I realized that this really was a worse position for him. Teachers got fired for things like this.

"Look," he said. "I really am sorry. If I'd known . . . it doesn't matter. I'll do everything I can to help you get into another class."

"I . . . this is really the only class that will fit into my schedule," I said. We both stared for a few moments, at a loss. I shrugged. "I'll be fine. I don't mind, really. It'll be like last night never happened."

His dark eyes watched me carefully. "You're sure you're alright?"

"Definitely!" I said, with just a little too much cheerfulness. I wanted to dispel the tension desperately, and I really wanted to just be out of his presence so I could stop imagining him bending me over the desk.

He didn't seem convinced as he slowly clicked his briefcase shut. "Alright. If you're sure. I'll see you on Wednesday, Cassandra. Please don't forget the readings."

Or else what?was what I wanted to say, but I smothered the urge.Bad, Cass! Stop it.

"Readings, right, got it," I tried to make a smooth exit and almost tripped over the first stair. I felt his eyes on the back of my head the entire way up the stairs. It was only once I was finally outside the classroom that I felt like I could breathe again.

CHAPTER THREE

So my professor was an insanely hot, kinky sex god. So what? No big deal. I could handle this. It would be like it never even happened.

Ha! Yeah right. Your panties are already wet.

Somehow I managed to get through the rest of the day without looking like a complete ditz in my classes. My other professors were perfectly normal, average, not-at-all-distracting people. At some point Maya texted me wanting all the "juicy details" from the previous night. I didn't know where to begin. I wasn't even sure I wanted to tell her.

What part could I tell her exactly? The part where I'd let some random guy from the bar tie me up and finger me? The part where I'd turned into an absolute quivering, orgasming mess at his hands? Or the part where it turns out that random guy from the bar was my professor?

I decided to play it cool.

Haha, not really much to tell. He got me an Uber home and that's it.

I really was stupid to think that would get her off my back.

Oh come oooooonnnn, Casszy! You can NOT tell me nothing happened??

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