I had everything a woman could ever want. The problem? None of it is what this woman wants. Independent for the first time in my life, I want to focus on my dream of someday opening a bakery... but my business class holds a mouth-watering distraction in the form of Shep. A man almost ten years younger than me, with a hard body, tattoos on his skin, engine grease on his jeans and the filthiest mouth I've ever heard. I know I shouldn't get involved with anyone right now, but when those rough hands grab me and call me Cupcake, I can't help but do every delicious thing that he says.**

She’s way too innocent for me and I know it—and I should leave it that. If I knew what was good for me I would. But fu%$ it. I rarely go with what’s good for me, which is why I’m sitting on a goddamn bar stool when I should be back at Penn State, grading papers. I don’t normally stay for a drink after a gig—and I really need to give this shit up—but tonight, I don’t know, there’s just something about the birthday girl that’s throwing me off. I should leave. I’m a psych professor, for Christ’s sakes. Ever hear of code of conduct? Yeah, well I’m violating every rule I promised to uphold—which is why I can’t act on my urges, right? Then again, they don’t call me Professor Bad Boy because I’m…you know…good.**