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They refuse to touch me, but they won't let anyone else touch me either...

 

Never write out your spicy fanfiction about your professors when:

1) The stars of your fanfic are men you see every day.
2) There's even the tiniest possibility they'll get a hold of it.

Because if they do, be prepared, they just might respond...

Hot. Brilliant. Mysterious. Untouchable.

These are words students across campus use to describe Gage Sinclair and Alex Grantham, best friends and university professors. What everyone doesn't know? Sometimes they share the same woman in bed.

I want to be that woman.

Don't tempt us, they say. You're not our type, they insist. You're only 23. Too young. A virgin. A student. It's never going to happen.

Well, I may be lacking experience, but I am a good girl, and they know it.

There's Alex, oozing with alpha male swagger, a heated sweetness I crave. And Gage? One word: intense. Seeing right through me, telling me he'd always have to have his way, and that it might even hurt. God. I hope so.

They can deny me a thousand ways. Tell me it's not happening a thousand times. But there's only one word in each man's eyes when he looks at me: MINE.