JULIEN'S POV

Her challenge hung in the air between us, wrapped in a breathy, rain-soaked whisper.

My brain screamed yes. Every cell in my body wanted to watch that wet fabric peel away from her skin. To see every drop of water slide down her spine, trace the dip of her waist, disappear between the cheeks of her ass.

But I was a professor, a father, and a man who knew a trap when he saw one.

I turned my chair to face the dark window, rain streaking the glass.

"Get dressed and get out of my ...