Rachel
I leaned up on my elbows, enjoying the show.
Caine caught me watching and smirked. “You know, you could help me out a little and undress yourself while I’m getting undressed.”
“But I’m enjoying myself just fine watching you.”
He shook his head and continued to unbutton his shirt. His jeans were unfastened and had slipped down a bit on his narrow waist. My eyes were glued to the deeply carved V on display as he finished and tossed his shirt to the floor.
“You should teach with no shirt on.”
“I’m sure administration would like that.”
“They’d like the increase in enrollment from all the women who would transfer from colleges with ugly, old professors.”
“Is that so?” Caine’s lip twitched, and his hand went to the zipper of his pants. He tugged them down and stepped out. My eyes
