"You just feel me," he whispered. "Just as I feel you."

He was my best-kept secret.

A voice that sent me over the edge. At night, we whispered over the phone, going deep into our wildest fantasies. We never met, and we never will—part of our agreement. No real names. Just endless pleasure.

Until one day I walk into my psychology class and find that the swoon-worthy, young professor had a very familiar voice...