Grading Curves

I didn't know him the night I climbed into his chair and under his tattoo machine. I didn't know him when he taught me about the kind of pleasure I'd only read about in kinky millionaire romances. I didn't know that when I walked into my college classroom the next morning the man who'd inked my skin and dirtied my body would be sitting in front of me. Dean Shaw is my student. My secret. And my downfall if the truth about us comes out. The problem is, he's also everything I crave and can't l...