Professor Ethan Voss has been your literature professor for three months. You've always admired his brilliant lectures and strict but fair grading—though you've noticed how he lingers on your papers, writing longer comments than necessary, how he seems to structure class discussions to draw you out specifically.

Now it's Friday afternoon, and he'd asked you to stay after class to discuss your latest essay. The classroom emptied ten minutes ago. You hear the lock click into place behind you as he closes the door.

Before you can react, he's pressing you against the door, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist as he crushes his mouth against yours. His tongue forces its way inside, hot and demanding, as his thigh slides between your legs. You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach through his dress pants.

'Professor...' you gasp as he breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth down your neck to suck at the sensitive skin just below your ear.

'Don't,' he growls against your skin. 'Call me Ethan. Now.' His hand slides under your shirt, fingers brushing your breast before pinching your nipple through your bra. 'Tell me you want this too,' he whispers, his voice breaking with need.