Ravenous Read Online R.G. Alexander (The Finn Factor #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Finn Factor Series by R.G. Alexander
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
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Wait…how did he know her name? He looked familiar, but she would definitely remember meeting him. Or seeing him in underwear. Tall and broad shouldered, with dark hair and a strong jaw that had more than a few days of sexy, touchable facial hair. Stylish black-framed glasses tried to hide swoon-worthy, thickly lashed gray eyes, but it was his mouth that had really stopped her in her tracks. His lips were sensual and full. They begged to be nibbled on. Licked.

You’re staring like a horny tween. She licked her lips unconsciously, hoping she could find her voice before class actually started. “Thank you.”

His gray gaze lowered to her mouth as she spoke, but he didn’t respond. She smiled and let out a soft laugh, letting her thumb skim his skin. “Not that I mind, but I think you’re still holding my hand.”

The man dropped it abruptly and stepped back, adjusting his glasses. “Find your seat, Miss Finn. We’re about to begin.”

She spun on her heel obediently at the command, her smile fading as the realization hit her. He was not a student, or a lumberjack underwear model. He was her professor. He’d looked familiar because she’d seen his headshot in the back of her textbook.

Humiliation kept her head down as she climbed the stairs, taking the aisle seat on the left and wishing she could redo the last five minutes of her life. Since when were college professors allowed to look like that? Had it happened while she was planning her wedding and pouring other people’s beer? She’d almost… Okay, she’d definitely flirted with him. She’d even made a pass with her thumb. “Bad thumb,” she mumbled under her breath.

She glanced down at the hand he’d been holding. She could still feel his touch. His body heat. Professor Declan Kelley gave good hand. She leaned her elbow on the narrow desk and rubbed her temple. This was not the best beginning for a class on sexual behavior. Hers obviously needed some work.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Trick studying her intently as he sat down a few rows below her.

Why was he looking at her like that? And what was going on in her mind? She had one man following her around and sneaking into her bed already—a gorgeous, lean hunk of bad boy who’d been all she could think about for weeks. Why was she suddenly reacting so strongly to someone else? And strongly was an understatement. Something about Professor Kelley woke up every distracted nerve ending in her body.

Maybe you aren’t quite ready to be good Little Finn again.

Opening her bag, she shook her head and pulled out her book and something to write on. She looked around at all the laptops and shook her head. She’d only been gone four years.

Take a breath, Jennifer. She could do this. Just because she was holding an ancient pen and imagining her professor taking off his glasses, throwing her on his desk and putting that sinful mouth to good use all over her body…

She shifted in her seat, and bit her lip when her jeans rubbed against her sensitive clit in a way that made her shiver. That felt too good for her to do in the middle of a full lecture hall with Professor Hot Lips looking on. She shifted again.

Don’t even think about it, you hussy.

Professor Kelley chose that moment to stand in front of the loud classroom and put his hands in his pockets. The room went silent. Of course it did. They all recognized him. They’d probably looked him up on their laptops.

“Welcome. My name is Professor Kelley and we’re here to study the psychology of sexual behavior, including sexual identities and gender roles in our society. First, because of previous misunderstandings, I want to make it clear that this is not a class where we behave sexually or learn the proper way to apply a prophylactic to a cucumber.” A few students laughed. “I’d be concerned with our education system if you didn’t know by now how to protect yourself and your partner should you decide to have sex. I’d be more concerned if you believed a penis looked anything like a cucumber. If it does, we have a clinic on campus. Go there now.” More laughter.

Jen bit the tip of her pen and studied him. He was speaking casually and eloquently, but he looked a little tense to her. If he needed some help with that, she’d be more than happy to stay after school.

“In this class we’ll be discussing every permutation of sexual relationship in the human experience. Monogamy, homosexuality, polyamory, sadomasochism and yes, even abstinence. We’ll explore the cultural, historical and psychological context of all of these genetic predispositions, lifestyle choices and sexual needs.” He sent them all a steely smile. “We will not be debating the morality of any of these subjects. That’s not our job this semester. We’re observers, not reactors. We are here to understand—the way I understand that we’ll be touching on topics that may be sensitive to each of you as individuals.”



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