Teach Me Desire

Teach Me Desire

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He's strict, ruthless, and utterly untouchable. She's determined, seductive, and completely off-limits. Professor Alexander Graves rules his lecture hall with an iron will. Emotionless, disciplined, and feared, he has no time for distractions-especially not from a student half his age. Love is nothing but an illusion, and desire is a weakness he refuses to entertain. But then she walks in. Ivy Monroe has spent years nursing a secret crush on the one man she can never have. She knows he's cold, distant, and would never cross the line... unless she pushes him. A glance here, a lingering touch there-slowly, she starts to crack his carefully built walls. The tension between them is dangerous. Forbidden. Addictive. And when the lines blur, neither of them is prepared for what happens next. A steamy, forbidden, slow-burn romance filled with tension, longing, an age gap that makes it all the more tempting, and a professor who never thought he could fall-until her.
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