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After a bitter divorce three years earlier, Dyani Delacroix focuses all her energy into her job. She hides her disappointment in a failed relationship under the guise of a trusted leader — a Professor at the local college. Her plan works brilliantly until she notices her star pupil Caleb Tegner is on the verge of flunking out. Meeting him face to face over her desk sparks a desire she’s not prepared to confront.

Caleb knows he’s considered young. But a man is still a man, and he knows exactly what he wants. One sexy older woman. He doesn’t see a professor, he sees beyond the title of trusted mentor. The obstacle of age is only one of the conflicts he’ll battle to make her his.

Dyani heard the knock on her office door and glanced at the clock on her laptop monitor, he was on time. She knew it was him. She could feel him. The sexual tension that always seemed to crackle in the air was back and he wasn’t even in the room, yet.

There was a seat in front of her desk for him to sit. Time for her to get her game face on and to deal with this, deal with Caleb and see what the issue was that made his grades fall so drastically. She wouldn’t think on how handsome he was. He was way too young and also Caucasian. Those two obstacles alone stopped her from acting on the need that pulsed through her body whenever he was close.

She had worked too long and too hard to gain her status at the university to play around with a taboo subject of younger man with an older woman. Let alone those very two people being of the opposite ethnicity. No, she wasn’t by any means offended by an interracial relationship. But even in this day and age, she knew others who were. Even those at the university level could take issue. Small-town gossip wasn’t the kind of thing she wanted to give fire to.

“Come on in.” She spoke loud enough so he could hear her through the closed door.

He opened the door, and the first thing she noticed was how he gazed at her. His eyes scrutinized her body in an unhurried fashion, almost as if he were touching her, caressing her with his hands. She wished she hadn’t unbuttoned her blouse. His eyes focused on the opened point of her blouse, she licked her lips in a nervous action when his eyes finally made contact with hers. “Hello Professor Delacroix.” He purred the words; she shivered as her name rolled over his tongue. She swallowed, watching as he closed the door behind him and found the seat in front of her desk.

“Hello Caleb.” She ignored the sound he emitted. The noise he had made could not be resonating with sensual purpose. It had to be a figment of her imagination. Yet, even that wrong interpretation made her shift as a wetness seeped between her thighs just from looking at him. She cleared her throat, giving an appearance of being more comfortable than she really felt, then continued. “So tell me, what’s happening as of late, that your failing?”

He leaned back in his chairs and looked at her through slitted eyes. “My attention has been set on other things.”

“Other things?” A slender brow rose and she peered at him. She wanted to taste that lazy smile. How she loved the goatee and how wickedly long his hair was. How she watched him in class and lusted after his young body. How many nights she went home to masturbate to his mental image, and then later felt ashamed. Only to be unable to fight that same need the next time she saw him. It was a delicious, yet vicious, circle she was entangled in.

“Mmmm, yes, other things.” Once again he placed importance on those two words. His eyes slowly drank her in, resting a moment on her cleavage hinted at under her loosened blouse. He licked his lower lip as if he would love to lick a slow line between them. Her breath caught, and she swallowed as she tried to slow her breathing, to appear normal to him, hell to herself.

“You do realize that you are close to failing? I find it puzzling. Especially seeing as you have been my top student.”

He chuckled, “I hadn’t intended on failing, but it’s been hard to catch your attention.”

“Why on earth would you want to capture my attention, Caleb?”

He moved his gaze back up to her face, their eyes locking. “Because you’ve captured mine.” he said softly, his words laden with lust and want.

She stood quickly, her eyes widening. “Caleb­” His name caught in her throat and came out as a croak. She shook her head, attempting to clear it of the lust slowly clouding her thoughts. She felt her bottom lip trembling. This was her dream, to hear him say he wanted her, and to be able to reach out and touch him like she wished. But no, she couldn’t.