I kissed my teacher. I liked it. A lot. Actually, I did a lot more than kiss him. In my defense, it was before I knew he was my professor. Before I knew the devil’s deal he’d made with my family. Bastian Pierce is twice my age. Sinfully gorgeous. Notoriously wild. He’s sex, wrapped in leather, tattoos, and Savile Row linen. And he knows it.
The problem is, so do I.
Firsthand.
Consider this my confession. Signed with a scandal. Sealed with the forbidden.
Delivered with a fall.
And it’s a long way down...
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