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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)

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James
I’m forty years old, a tenured professor with investments, property, and a 401k.

But what I crave is to submit. To hand over control to Colton. We met on an app. His needs matched mine. It was only supposed to be once, then twice. No commitment, so I don’t feel bad cutting contact.

Then my world implodes when I get custody of siblings I didn’t know I have.

Everything would have been fine, I would have survived on my own, if not for Sir, my hookup, walking through the doors of my classroom.

He’s over a decade younger than me, and now I’m his professor, yet Sir is giving me schedules I need and caretaking from a distance. I know I should stay away, but I can’t. No matter what he gives me, I want more.

Colton
I’m twenty-eight years old, starting my first semester as a transfer student at a local university, finally following my dreams.

And then I see him, the sub I haven’t stopped thinking about, the one who comes undone for me in ways I’ve never experienced before. He makes all my Dominant instincts flare to life. I’ve always loved caretaking, but James makes me need it on a bone-deep level.

It’s not long before he’s on his knees for me again, surrendering in ways we both crave. He’s forbidden, my professor, my good boy, and I’m his Sir…his dirty little secret. But it’s not enough. I want it all from him, if only he’ll let me have it.

Dirty Little Secret is a student/professor romance, with an older sub and a younger Dom. Please use the look inside feature for a more in-depth content description and warning

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CHAPTER ONE

James

May

I can’t stop my fingers from drumming against the steering wheel.

Traffic is ridiculous, which means I’m running the risk of being late. Well, not late, really, because I’m never late for anything, but running the risk of not arriving at least fifteen minutes early, like I do with everything.

What will Sir think if I’m not timely?

Tap, tap, tap, tap. My fingers continue to move as I sit at the red light, playing a rapid beat that matches my pulse.

This is my second time meeting with Colton, and I don’t want to disappoint him already. Even more importantly, being late would mess with my head, and it’s already hectic in there, no matter how much I try to pretend it’s not. That’s one of the reasons I need this—the discipline, the organization, not having to decide what to do. In every other aspect of my life, I need control, but this, in these moments and if I find the right Dom, I’m able to get out of my head and just be.

I startle when the car behind me honks, letting me know the light is green.

“Get it together, James,” I say softly to myself, frustrated I was spacing out like that. I’m usually very good at holding it together—I depend on being able to hold it together.

Focus. Most of life’s problems can be dealt with by hard work, focus, and determination, so that’s what I force myself to do the rest of the drive to the house I own in a suburban neighborhood. It’s farther from the college where I teach political science. I don’t live here. I don’t even know why I bought it, but once I started meeting up with Doms, it became a place to do that.

I pull into the driveway at three. I park beside Sir’s older SUV. I don’t know what he does for a living, but from the things he’s said and his callouses when he touches me, I assume it’s something with his hands.

It fits him. I can’t imagine him doing anything else, which is…typically not my thing, but nothing about Sir is similar to any of the Doms I’ve played with in the past—the biggest being that he’s younger than me. Twenty-eight to my forty. He mentioned his age in his bio on the BDSM site where we met. I wasn’t sure it would work, how I would feel about submitting to someone younger, but when he messaged, it had been a long time since I’d given in to this need, and everything he’d said or done had been exactly what I’d needed.

I thought it’d be a one-time thing—it usually is for me—but here we are, meeting a second time for him to control and fuck me.

My fingers tremble, frustration making the back of my neck prickle. I should have been here before him. I hate that he arrived first.

Sir is already out of his SUV by the time I get out, walking around my vehicle toward me.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I tell him, and he frowns.

“You’re not late. It’s two fifty-five. We said three. You’re all good.”

I don’t know him well—or at all, really—but from what I’ve seen, nothing seems to rattle him. It’s like everything just rolls off his shoulders, this lightness to him I’ve never had myself, and frankly, wouldn’t know what to do with.

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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)

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DAX
Miles Tanner hates me for no reason.
Me—lovable, easygoing, sexy-as-hell Dax Armstrong, always there when a fellow fratbro needs a hand…or if that fratbro would like to enjoy more than just my hand…
Miles is the broody artist-type who just got off probation for starting the fire at Sigma Alpha.
Basically, a walking red flag.
But for a guy who’s always looking to start a fight with me, I can’t wrap my mind around a night when I was a little too tipsy and he helped me back to Alpha Theta Mu.
Since then, he’s hot and cold. One minute he’s telling me to stay away from him. The next, he moves in for a touch.
Or a kiss.
In these unguarded moments, all those problematic, confusing red flags fade to the background.
Maybe he’s right and I shouldn’t mess with him, but for frat’s sake…where’s the fun in that?

CW: Discussions about losing parents (one to suicide and another to a car accident) and depictions of parental neglect.

* This book can be read and enjoyed as a standalone

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PROLOGUE

Dax

Last spring

“Just from a quick perusal, I’ve already detected a few code violations,” my frat mate Marty says as a group of us Alpha Theta Mus dance in the living room of the Omega Psi house.

Oh, Mart.

“A party is a party,” I say, tipping up my Solo cup and drinking more of the bitter beer.

The beat’s decent. The place is packed. And there are plenty of curious gazes shifting my way from hot, horny guys.

As much fun as a Saturday night party is, it’s nothing compared to a TaskFrat Challenge Friday, when things get real wild. But last night I was too tired from the obstacle course of tasks to stay long for afters, so I figure tonight’s my night, and I’m really feeling myself. I want to have fun, get drunk, and I don’t give a shit where we do it—and if I’m gonna go hard, Omega Psi’s the place to do it. They’re the party frat of misfits. They know how to have a good time…and also how to fuck shit up. Their most notable frat-around-and-find-out moment was earlier this school year, end of fall semester, when one of their pranks got out of hand, leading to Sigma Alpha’s house catching on fire.

Okay, only part of it was actually on fire, but it was a big deal, and since then, the Sigma Alphas have had to room at our frat while repairs are underway. I must admit, there are worse fates than having a bunch of hot frat guys rooming in such close quarters.

I scoot closer to Marty, playfully dancing with him, making his very recent Sigma Alpha boyfriend, Ryan, growl at me. Despite the somewhat amused glint in his eyes, I can tell he’s annoyed, which gets me laughing.

“I’m giving you shit. Just having some fun. No need for Mart’s seriousness to rub off on you.”

It’s hilarious because at the start of the semester these guys were at each other’s throats, with Mr. Rule Follower Marty even getting Troublemaker Ryan placed on probation for his antics. Now Ryan’s nervous about me getting my sexy hands all over his man. Really, the idea of them hating each other until they fucked into a relationship is hot as hell. I wouldn’t mind a peek at what they get up to behind closed doors.

“Aw, is Dax feeling left out?” Lance, our frat president, asks as he and his boyfriend, Sigma Alpha’s president, Ty Lancaster, dance closer to me. They’re barely an inch apart, Ty with his hand on Lance’s ass, as though saying, This is my bottom, motherfuckers. And it is, and Lance makes sure everyone knows it. They don’t spend much time farther apart than this if they can help it since they got together last semester. These guys have a hot story too. Didn’t hate each other as much as Ryan and Mart—theirs was more a fun rival-frat-presidents vibe. Still hot. I’d still watch.

And yes, with my guys coupling off, I’m feeling jealous and a little left out, but… “It’s not hard for me to find someone to fuck if I want to fuck,” I remind Lance.

“We’ve heard the stories,” Marty assures me.

“Yeah,” Ryan adds, “and though Colin and Ash graduated, I’m sure they’d be happy to swing by to put on a show if that’s what you need.”

Oh, Colin and Ash. Stepbrothers-slash-boyfriends, and if that sounds hot too, it’s because it definitely is. “I think I’ll let them find someone else to watch tonight,” I joke.

“Not like those two have to send out invites,” Mart chimes in. “I’ve walked in on them more than a few times.”

Ty laughs. “Okay, don’t pretend that makes you special. Pretty sure everyone here has.”

“I’ve enjoyed the show more than once,” I say.

Marty cringes. “Gross. It’s like you’re talking about my brother.”

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