Selena Kitt’s *Power Play*—where those uber-hot alpha authority figures take full advantage of their status to strike up all sorts of sexy naughtiness with their subordinates!
Bailey’s graduate science classes are much harder than she expected them to be, and strict, young Professor Jacobs, in particular, seems out to get her, finding minute mistakes in her work, making her re-do assignments she’s already meticulously completed.
When he forces her to start staying late in the lab, Bailey complains to her roommate that she’s about ready to quit school altogether, but what she doesn’t know is that her stern professor has a carnal lesson he’s waiting to teach her.
Bailey is about to discover that she and Professor Jacobs share a great deal of “chemistry” together!
Warning: This title contains hot, steamy nobody-writes-it-like-Selena-Kitt sex between alpha authority figures and their subordinates!
Word Count: 15,000
“Then meet me here.” He slipped the business card into the open side pocket of her backpack. “Tomorrow at seven.”
“Is this a date?”
His lips parted and she remembered that kiss. Just thinking of it sent a jolt of electricity through her. His gaze dropped to her lips and she knew, she just knew, he was thinking of it too.
He’s your teacher, dummy! What are you doing?
He was so close she could smell him, that dark, masculine scent. And underneath that, they both smelled raw. Like sex. It made her feel a little wild, like an animal.
“Bailey.” He said her name like he was trying it out in his mouth for the first time, but his words didn’t match his demeanor. “I don’t sleep with my students.”
“I…I’m sure you don’t.” She swallowed, trying to remember how to breathe. In and out. Oh God, that didn’t help. “I didn’t mean—”
“But if you weren’t my student…”
“If…” she breathed. He was closer, pressing her against the wall. If her backpack hadn’t been in the way, she would have felt the heat of his bare chest, his shirt still open.
His lips brushed her ear. “I’d clear my desk and have you bent over it right now.”
She gulped, feeling the cool brick wall through the thin material of her blouse.
“I’m sure that’s just the adrenaline talking.” She gave him a way out but he didn’t take it. Instead, he shifted, and what she’d imagined he would feel like against her was nothing compared to the heat of him trapping her against the wall, her backpack slipped to the side. He braced himself against the wall, hands on either side of her head, as if he didn’t trust himself to touch her. But he leaned into her and she felt the iron heat of his erection through the denim of his jeans.
“No,” he whispered. “It’s my cock talking. I’m hard as a rock and it isn’t because of that short little skirt you’ve got on, although I can’t say I haven’t imagined pulling it up and seeing for myself what you’ve got hidden under there.”
“Then what is it?” Bailey thought she might faint.
“You.” His lips against her ear made goose bumps appear up and down her arms. “You’re fucking amazing.”
“I should go,” she insisted, although she didn’t move toward the door.
“You’d better.” And just like that, he let her go, stalking back toward his desk.
“Seven tomorrow?” She turned to look at him working the buttons on his shirt, tucking it into his jeans.
“Don’t be late,” he said, buttoning his cuffs.
“I won’t.” Her voice was barely a whisper as she slipped out his office door.
This book was added to our catalog on Thursday 26 April, 2012.