"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...