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“Uh, I’m a college student. All-nighters are kind of my gig. The

question is—will it be a problem for you, old man?”

“You like to remind me of our age difference, I think.” I could

practically hear his scowl through the line.

“Only because it makes you so hot and bothered.”

“Does it make you hot and bothered?” His voice had dropped and

the words that came out were ragged.

“Yes, Professor Locke.” My answer sounded just as raw as the

question, and the buzz in my belly had spread out through my limbs.

It made me hotter the more I thought I about it.

“Let me ask you then—as your professor, I should know what sort

of prior education you’ve acquired.”

Oh, geez. He was always incredibly sexy, but he was even hotter

when he played the teacher part. Especially when he was also

enthusiastic.

“Um.” I stood up to pace the room, hoping to release some of the

restlessness he stirred in me. “Let’s see.”

“If you’re uncomfortable discussing this—”

“I’m not,” I cut him off. “At all. I just know our tim