"Bend over the desk," he said calmly. "If you're going to write about being used, I expect accuracy."
⸻ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 ⸻
I write about sex like I've lived it.
Bold. Scandalous. Completely made up.
In reality, I've never been the subject of such things.
But online? I'm the 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓎.
Until one post... one stupid, unfiltered deep desire accidentally ends up in front of the one person it should never have reached.
Professor Thorne.
Brilliant, cold, unreadable.
And now, watching me far too closely.
I was just trying to survive college.
He was supposed to stay a daydream.
But he's turning theory into practice, and I'm the experiment he won't quit.
This isn't what I wanted.
So why can't I stop wanting it?
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Colby James has always been the shadow in the room-quiet, forgettable, and perfectly fine blending into the background.
Queue freshman year of College.
Suddenly, he's juggling a new circle of friends, a roommate who's starting to catch feelings he never meant to spark, and a dangerously hot professor who should know better.
But he doesn't.
And worse?
He wants Colby.
And he's about to prove it.