I always thought straight A's would make me feel enough.
But they don't. Nothing does, until he leans over my paper in that dimly lit office, his voice like gravel scraping my resolve, pointing out every flaw I can't fix alone.
His approval. That's the drug I chase, the validation I pretend is just ambition. But late nights poring over his notes, I catch myself imagining more, his hands guiding not just my mind but everything else.
He's twice my age, the authority I should fear, not fantasize about.
Yet behind that locked door, heavy with old books and polished oak, my fingers tremble along leather spines while his breath burns my neck. Wide-eyed innocence meets his worldly command, and I clash against it, demanding he corrupt what I've guarded so fiercely.
Virgin untouched, but not unwilling. Every heated whisper pulls surrender from me, his restraint cracking under my naive pull. He growls half-apologies even as he claims what's his.
We slide sweat-slicked across scattered lecture notes, my body yielding in ways that shatter every rule.
Desperate embraces echo off towering bookshelves, confessions I never meant to voice. He's my ruinous salvation, tender where he should be stern, and I ache for the line we cross again.
One taste of his experience, and my hunger turns obsessive, defiant.
My dreams, my spotless reputation, my fragile worth, all balanced on this knife's edge of scandal.
If anyone finds out, I'm done. But walking away? That terrifies me more.
What if his touch is the only thing that ever makes me whole, even if it torches everything?
A full-length virgin first time taboo professor/student age gap erotic romance featuring an anxious undergrad virgin and a commanding older professor.
