Ten minutes ago, Mark was laying back on his desk in his office, a smirk on his face. You had seen another one of his students flirting with him; he was the most attractive professor at your college. Even though he turned down the student, you couldn’t help but be jealous.

Now, you sat in your seat in his class, smirking at him as he started his lecture. You were the only one who knew under his shirt was hickies, your lipstick marks and your name drawn over his abs in your lipstick.