From the moment the man walked into the bar, I knew he was still in the closet. But that didn’t stop us from sharing an incredible night together.
Our easy, one-night hookup went from no-strings-attached to a tangled mess on the first day of the semester, when I locked eyes with the mystery man from the bar… who also happens to be my new Art History professor.
Lucas Mathiasson is everywhere I turn and the harder we try to resist, the closer we’re pulled together. Until our weekend in Vegas. Then all bets – and rules – are off.
But lessons in love can’t be taught from a syllabus. They have to be experienced.
And not all love is easy. Not all rules are meant to be broken. And not all men are created to live life in the open.
Falling for my professor wasn’t part of the plan… but how do you let go of the man who taught you how to love?
I lean over the edge, my belly and hip scraping over the marbled counter, and push my mouth next to his ear. Oh man, he smells incredible. A crisp soapy scent mixed with expensive cologne. Probably French. Definitely not the cheap over-the-counter shit I usually get lungful’s of in this place on any given night.
Nah, this man is high class and far too above the fray in here.
Which means I can’t help but find a way to fluster the shit out of him.
“You know, if you want it even dirtier, I can do that for you. I’m really good at making it dirty.”
I slink back off the counter, tucking the edge of my shirt back down where it had risen over my belly, showing off my sleek abs and skin. I lick my lips enticingly and step back. Apparently, Mr. Put-Together got a nice view of my stomach before I covered it back up because I notice the twitch of his fingers and the tightening of his jaw.
Without meaning to, I burst out laughing, waving my hand in the air at him. “Oh my God, dude. You should see yourself right now. Did I just insult your tender sensibilities with my innuendo?”
In a flash, he jerks his shoulders back with righteous indignation.
“No,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I was just trying to figure out if you meant the drink or something else.”
Once again, I bend over the counter, my elbows pinched tight to my ribs, hands clasped in front of me, and give him an innocent lift of my eyebrow.
“I guess if you don’t know, then you don’t want what I have to offer.”
Sierra Hill is a 2020 RONE Award-Winning author of Game Changer, as well as over 30 novels, including the award-winning college sports series, Courting Love, and the twice award-finalist erotic ménage serial, Reckless – The Smoky Mountain Trio.
Sierra lives with her husband and dog in the Seattle area and is a sucker for cheap accessories, loves anything dark chocolate, and enjoys attending live concerts.