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“All right,” Gavin says, addressing the group. “Today’s our last class and I’m looking forward to seeing what you all have put together. Once I’ve taken a look at your cabinet, you can walk around and check out each other’s projects.”

He begins his rounds, stopping first at Felix’s table where it appears he’s attempted to cram an entire bird’s nest into a take-out container. I wait patiently for Gavin to make his way over to me. We’ve done a good job keeping our classroom interactions platonic, but I afford myself this opportunity to check him out. I know he’s eager to be done with this course and I’ll be shocked if he doesn’t let us out early.

Finally, he approaches my table.

“The card catalog is a very clever idea, Alexis.” His gaze holds mine a beat longer than is appropriate. The fact that this is our last class together hasn’t escaped either of us.

“Thank you, Professor Dunn.”

I watch as he opens and closes each drawer, noting the affection in his gaze and way his lips curve. He thumbs through the hand-bound journal I’ve compiled with detailed descriptions of each item—objects that tell the story of our forbidden romance. My Gettysburg, PA shot glass. A paper butterfly from the Esther Holbrook Botanical Center’s gift shop. The piece of sea glass he gave me on our field trip to Dutch Island.

“Good job, Miss Kelley.” He lays my journal on top of the card catalog and rewards me with a small smile before moving on to the next person’s project. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until his attention is no longer on me.

Not long after he finishes assessing our cabinets, he tells us we’re free to leave.

“Thank you all for sticking with me this semester,” Gavin says. “Good luck with the rest of your exams and have a great holiday.”

I wait for everyone to pack up and file out of the classroom before I approach Gavin, seated on the corner of the table furthest from the door.

“I can’t believe it’s really over,” I say. “I guess that means you’re not my professor anymore.”

“Technically I’m still your professor until I give you a grade.”

My lips tease apart. “And what grade do you think I deserve, Professor Dunn?”

I hop onto the table beside him. He looks at me with heat in his gaze.

“That depends, Alexis Kelley.”

“On what?” I rest my hand on my thigh, palm-side up. He laces his fingers with mine.

“How hard you’re willing to work for it.”

My gaze darts to the classroom door, closed but unlocked. “I can work hard.”

His stare follows mine. My pulse sprints as he gets up to push one of the chairs in front of the door. It won’t stop someone from coming in, but at least we’ll be able to hear the metal feet skid across the floor.

Gavin studies me with a wicked glint in his eye that entices my nipples to stiff peaks.

“Lift your shirt,” he says.

I grasp the hem of my sweater and raise it above my breasts. If his gaze hadn’t already made my nipples pucker, the cool air of the classroom would certainly do the trick.

Gavin wets his lips, bringing his hands to my waist. “I could tell you weren’t wearing a bra. Your nipples have been staring at me since you got here.

His lips claim mine as his fingers brush across my nipples. Warm, delicious tingles take flight inside me, coming to land between my hips. The danger that anyone could open the door at any second only serves to make me wetter. I can already feel my arousal soaking the crotch of my jeans.

“My bra isn’t the only thing I forgot to put on this morning,” I whisper against his mouth.

Gavin groans with a primal desire that makes my toes curl. “You’re telling me the only thing standing between my mouth and paradise is a strip of denim?”

I gasp as he tugs on my nipples, pinching them, then flicking them gently.

“Yes, Professor Dunn.”

His chuckle is the filthiest sound I’ve ever heard. “Let’s see how desperate you are for that grade, Alexis Kelley.”

Gavin unbuttons and unzips my jeans, then works them down my legs. His mouth is on me before I remember I’m not supposed to moan.

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