"How was Lee's class?" Jasmine asked, laying on her stomach on the quad and staring at her phone, her unopened books in a pile beside her. She glanced up for a brief moment and wiggled her eyebrows. "Isn't he like a god?"

My lips curled into a small smile, and I turned the page of The Red Hammer. Since I left class this morning, I hadn't been able to put it down. It was about three hundred pages and forty-sections long, but it was so good that I hadn't done any of my actual homework yet.

And I might've wanted Professor Lee to see me with it.

Earlier in class... Gosh, I didn't know what got into me when I asked him about that extra credit. Both of us knew extra credit wasn't what I was asking about, and he seemed to go along and even enjoyed the way I was speaking to him.

I shook my head, letting my hair blow into my face. Maybe I wasn't forward enough. Maybe he really was just looking out for his students. Maybe I was just looking way too much into this entire thing.

"Earth to Bria!" Jasmine said. "Daydreaming about Callum Lee?"

"Definitely not."

She playfully rolled her eyes and kicked her legs back and forth. "I'm thinking about switching into his class. I mean, if you're not going to hit on him, then someone has to, right? Can't let a man who looks like that slip through your fingers."

My hands tightened around the book until my fingers turned white. A burst of anger suddenly rushed through me, or maybe it was jealousy, because Jasmine was a thousand and one times prettier and skinnier than I was. If she switched into our class, then Professor Lee wouldn't pay a single ounce of attention to me.

And I wanted all of his attention.

I had never gotten any before.

"Yeah," I lied, heart pounding. "That would be cool."

Fuck.

After turning the page harshly, I looked up just at the right time to see Professor Lee on his daily run around the quad. Shirtless, dripping in sweat, and muscles flexed so hard I could see the veins in his biceps, he took the same path that he had yesterday.

"There he is!" Jasmine squealed.

Instead of listening to her obsession with him—I was far too angry and too... horny after his class to deal with it—I slapped my book shut and gathered my belongings, standing up before he could run over here. "I gotta go. I have class. See you tonight."

Before she could respond, I hurried toward the classics building and slipped through the doors, but not before glancing over my shoulder at Professor Lee one last time, feeling the warmth between my legs.

Once inside, I searched for a bathroom. After class, I had gone all day without a release, all day haunted by those piercing brown eyes, I needed something now. And I didn't want to work myself up over Jasmine transferring into our class.

Just as I was about to slip into the women's restroom, I caught sight of an office door cracked open just a smidge and the name Professor Lee written beside it. I stopped in my tracks, heart pounding, and inched closer to it.

Professor Lee must've been gone for a quick run, if he left his door open.

I should... go.

Yet I found myself opening the door and peering into the room. Before I knew it, I stepped into his office and closed the door behind me, breathing in his sultry scent that did nothing but drive me mad with lust.

I didn't know what I was doing, what had come over me.

But I couldn't stop myself from walking over to his desk and putting my scent on everything that he owned. Part of me wanted him to know that I was here, the other part knew that he wouldn't be able to pick up my scent in a room as large as this. There must've been hundreds of people a week that came in and out of here, and I'd just be another one of his students.

Still, that didn't stop me from thinking about how sexy he looked during his run today.

It wasn't muscle like a bodybuilder with every fiber bulging through the skin, but muscle of a mountain man who chopped wood with an axe for hours a day. But Callum Lee was no mountain man; he was a professor. My fucking professor who I was now about to shamelessly masturbate to.

Thick muscle glistening with a layer of sweat. Dark brown sinister eyes. Fingers so big, thick, calloused. If he grabbed me by the throat, shoved me to my knees, and told me to suck him off, I would without any questions asked.

I shoved two fingers into my panties and rubbed them fast against my clit, a whimper escaping my lips. I shouldn't be here, but... but I didn't want to leave. I couldn't go back out on the quad and face Jasmine again while my pussy pulsed just thinking about that man.

No, I wanted to come.

In his office.

On his desk.

All over his papers.

Collapsing into his chair, I kicked on foot up on his desk to spread my legs and rubbed my clit harder and faster, the pressure rising in my core. If he caught me here, doing this, I could be dismissed from college. I would have to find my own way or go back home to Mom and Dad. And yet, somehow, I couldn't seem to find a single fuck about that now. Not after the way he stared at me during class this morning.

I squeezed my eyes closed and imagined Professor Lee stuffing his face between my legs, his dark scruff tickling my thighs and decorated with my juices, his thick fingers plunging into my tight pussy.

"Oh, my gosh," I whispered, toes curling in my sandals.

The pressure rose in my core, my entire body tensing. I pressed my legs together and slapped a hand over my mouth to scream into as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. Everything about this felt too good, and I knew even after I walked out of his office—hopefully undetected—I would scurry back to my room, shove my hand into my panties, and touch myself while thinking about Professor Lee again tonight.