Professor Melanie Stevenson’s Sex and Society class leaves her students frustrated when they don’t earn the easy grades they expect. Golden boy Hunter, with his family connections, threatens her job if she doesn’t put out the grade he wants, but Melanie’s naughty twin will motivate the haughty Hunter to work very hard to satisfy his professor.
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HE WANTED THINGS his way, on his terms, and he would crush or damage anything that got in his way. Melanie would have been quaking in her sober pumps from fear…and lust.
Too bad for him she wasn’t Melanie. Or maybe that would be good for him… and for her. She would be more than happy to play professor and teach the haughty Hunter a thing or too.
“This is a bullshit course, and everyone knows it,” he said.
“Then why’d you take it?”
“Because it was supposed to be easy. I already know everything I need to know about sex.”
“Do you? Close the door.”
He glanced at her with surprise, perhaps because he expected Melanie’s Sesame Street voice and sweetness, or perhaps because he thought he was in charge and this interview was going better than he’d hoped.
He pulled the door shut. “I’m willing to show you—in exchange for a better grade.”
“Oooh. The ultimate sacrifice,” she said.
He stalked toward her and pulled her out of her chair. “I know you want me. I’ve seen how you look at me. I’m willing to give you what you want.”
“I bet that’s what you tell all the girls.”
“Only the hot ones,” he said.
“I bet they line up for the honor.”
“They do,” he said, with the confidence of someone surrounded at all times by sycophantic admirers. “I’m a sex expert.”
“Who told you that? The inexperienced college girls you fumble in the dark? Forgive me if I’m unimpressed.”
“I’ll make it good for you,” he said.
She didn’t need a doctorate to read the raw desire in his eyes. What would he do if his professor gave him exactly what he wanted?
“How’s this supposed to go?” she asked. “Am I supposed to say, ‘Oh, yes, Hunter, I want you’?” She mimicked Melanie’s sweetest, squeakiest muppet voice. She slipped out of his hold and perched on her desk. “Take me, Hunter. Right here. Right now. Brighten my miserable life with your godlike touch. Oh, oh, Hunter, I crave you. I’m incomplete without your golden hands kneading my skin.” She leaned back on her elbows, spread out on the desk, her legs falling open. “Take me. Take me now. Give me the orgasm I’ve never had, and I’ll give you the A you want.”