Students are supposed to be off limits. But at my company's masquerade, I had a taste of Jamie's lips and now I'm addicted. He has no idea that the masked man he kissed at an office party is the same one who stares at his mouth every day and thinks about doing more. A lot more. He's a student in my class. A pupil with flawless attendance and a 4.0. I shouldn't be looking at him. I shouldn't be thinking any dirty thoughts about him and those perfect lips. I've never felt this way about a student before. I know the university's rules. I know he's almost half my age. But I don't care. Because he's mine. I'm about to teach him everything.