About the Book
Author: Sionna Fox
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Released: July 27, 2017
Genre: Erotic Romance
Author contact links: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Website
Purchase links: Amazon, Amazon print, B&N, iBooks, Kobo
As students straggled into the room and took seats around the large black-top lab tables, Aimee couldn’t help but think that they looked younger and younger every year. She’d been saying it since she was barely older than they were, but the freshmen who usually signed up for her class to get their arts credit out of the way looked like tiny babies to her at thirty-two. She was handing around the syllabus to the assembled few when her blood froze in her veins. Wes, in jeans and a t-shirt, striding into her lab on his long legs, dark hair swept across his forehead.
Jesus f*cking Christ on a bike, how the f*cking f*ck did he find me?
She’d been daydreaming about him since Friday, nearly regretting that she had refused to give him her number, and he was in her g*ddamn classroom, taking a seat at her table like he was a—oh dear sweet c*ck-sucking son of a wh*re. He was a f*cking student.
She shook her head and glanced at her class roster. Wesley Oliver. Right there, registered for Intro Photography, ten a.m., Wednesday Heart pounding, choking on her own tongue, she watched him. Looking slightly dazed, he sat directly across from where she stood at the head of the table. This was a surprise to him, too. Of course it was. There was no way either of them would have known. Right?
Aimee inhaled deeply and checked the clock. She had to start class. She had to make her tongue work. Oh God, she’d f*cked a student. One of her students. How the hell was she supposed to give a speech about attendance requirements and lab safety with him sitting across the table from her? He knew her. Knew what she was. Had tied her up, beaten her, and then f*cked her. She still had faint bruises on her butt and he was in her g*ddamn f*cking class.
She had ten students watching her expectantly, waiting for her to speak; she would have to wait and panic later. She bit her lip and studied the class roster, checked the clock again, and took a desperate gulp of air.
“Okay, did everyone get a copy of the syllabus?”
NO SAFE WORDS
Women beg Wes Oliver to dominate them in darkness. In the light, he’s finally getting his life back on track. College is priority number one—until he finds his new professor is the delicious Sub who ran out on him last weekend, a brilliant and mature beauty nothing like the girls who usually kneel before him. Suddenly, this is no longer just about pleasure. This is about his heart.
Aimee Eastman has rules. Rules for herself. Rules for her college photography students. Rules for the partners she submits to at private BDSM house parties. Then the hot young Dom who topped her last weekend walks into her classroom and all boundaries fly out the window—or would if she could just give up control. Like she wants. Like she needs. Then she and Wes might share forever.