Fraternization Rule (Risqué Contracts Book 3) by Fiona Davenport Page A

wasn’t enough to do it. As he situated himself at the lectern, he did absolutely nothing to acknowledge me, but I still somehow felt like I’d been caught red-handed in my ogling. I shifted in my seat, my face heating, while I waited for him to begin.
    “As you’re all well aware, your final exam is a week from today and counts for twenty percent of your grade. As such, I’d planned to spend this week on a review of the materials for which you’ll need to fully understand if you have any hope of passing the test.” Profound silence met his stern statement. Then his lips tilted in a small grin, and the sound of female sighs of appreciation filled the room. “Relax. I’m kidding, guys. You’ve done the work all semester, and I have no doubt you’ll be able to ace this final as long as you put some effort into your studying.”
    Exhales of relief surrounded me, and I steeled myself against the fluttering in my belly at his display of humor. I’d promised myself that I’d find a way to move past the feelings he evoked in me. One more week. I needed to make it through the final exam and then the distance I’d be able to put between us should help me get over my unrequited obsession with him. It was my only hope because evidently I wasn’t strong enough to resist his pull on my own. I couldn’t even withstand one minute in the same room with him.
    “Let’s start with an easy question. Who can tell me the difference between modernism and post-modernism?”
    My hand shot up before the question was finished and without my intending to do so. It had been more than a month since the last time I’d even bothered, and it garnered a response. A minute one, an infinitesimal glance my way from his hazel eyes, but a reaction nonetheless. Only a day ago it might have been enough to spark hope in my heart, but I couldn’t allow that to happen. Not if I was going to survive my final days as an undergrad and the decision I’d made for my future.

Chapter 2
Gabe
    E yes up. Eyes up. Fifty students in this class, you should be able to keep your fucking eyes off of one! This thought kept running through my head on a  loop.
    Ever since Charlotte Young walked into my classroom, I’d spent the better part of my days wrestling with the dirty fantasies she inspired. If we’d met any other way, I would have pounced on her in a fucking instant. I couldn’t though, because she was my student and the school had a strict no fraternization rule. Not to mention there was a ten-year difference in our ages. Yes, I’d abused my position and pulled her student records to check. Not just her age, either. I memorized every single fact the school had on her. But, I was completely taken with the girl, and as the end of the semester neared, I’d just about given up entertaining the idea of letting her go.
    I had to get through the class and the only way I could control myself was to ignore her. I couldn’t look at her beautiful face, with her flowing, blonde hair and pink, rosebud lips. My gaze would inevitably drop to her perky tits, not large but the perfect size to fit in my palms. She always sat in the front row, torturing me with her long, lean legs. She wore skirts more often than not and the view brought thoughts of burying my head between them, or having them wrapped tight around me. Fuck, everything about her made me dream about her naked body. It’s why I’d so studiously ignored her all semester.
    When I’d pass over her hand in class, barely glancing at her, in that millisecond of eye contact, I could see the hurt. It stabbed my chest with pain, but this was the way it had to be until she was no longer my student. The one time she approached me during office hours, I brushed her off and hightailed my ass out of there as quickly as possible. I knew if I stayed, I’d have her spread out on my desk with my mouth on her pussy in seconds.
    One week , I had one more week of cold showers and sleepless nights. I’d already checked my