"By this point in the semester, they've figured out I'm a mediocre teacher and the luster has worn off," I managed to counter, falling back onto the floor with arms above my head. Soon, I was in no position to argue, his hand working me open with expert perfection and his dark gaze on my face.

"I'm yours," I agreed breathlessly, mouth open and my hips rocking shamelessly, seeking out more friction. More of him. More everything.