Hot Professor is My Aunt's Husband

“So, Professor Wolfe, are you saying that desire is only powerful when it is denied?”I kept my head down, doing my best to concentrate on the words in the open book before me. Maybe if I ignored him, he’d forget about the question.I had no such luck.“Professor Wolfe? I asked a question.”I knew the voice before I even looked up. It belonged to Dorian Vega.He sat at the back row like it was his throne with one arm stretched out on the chair beside him while his long legs were spread shamelessly wide. His messy dark hair curled at his collar, as if he’d just rolled off from bed, and decided as an afterthought to attend my class.I often wondered how he was able to make good grades while maintaining his bad boy persona. I looked up the corners of my lips turning down into a frown as I spied a girl sitting at his right ogling him.“Mis Vnaderkamp? Can you focus? Can you answer Dorian’s question for the class?”The red haired girl snorted. “No, I have no idea what the answer is.”I sig

I ignored the message and went to bed. Yet as I lay down my heart could not stop pounding.It was only after a few hours that I was able to fall asleep and even when I did, I dreamt of Dorian. He was shirtless in the dream, his toned body glistening as he stood there and looked at me intensely. He drew closer to me, his huge arms reaching for my waist and grabbing me and pulling me to him. My body pressed against his chest, his cologne filling my nose and making me dizzy. I stared into his eyes and he did mine. Hus lips were so close and he looked so dangerously handsome at the moment.“What do you want from me?” I whisper.“Anything you want,” he purred and brought his lips to mine. Just as we were about to kiss the loud ringing of my alarm clock dragged me out of my slumber and I woke up with a start.Embarrassing. At my age I’m having that kind of dream.I sighed. Today was a Thursday and I had a lot to do.Teach the class. Stick to the material. Don't engage with Dorian beyond wha

The second his lips touched mine, everything else disappeared.I'd imagined this so many times—in class, late at night, every time he adjusted that damn tie. But nothing came close to the real thing.He kissed like a man starving. Like he'd been holding back for so long he'd forgotten how to be gentle. His hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer, and I went willingly. I'd been waiting for this since day one.His mouth was hot, demanding. When I bit his lower lip, he made this sound—low and broken—that went straight through me. I wanted to hear it again.My hands slid under his shirt. He was warm, solid. Real. This was actually happening."Fuck," I breathed against his mouth. "You have no idea how long—"He kissed me harder, cutting me off. His tongue swept against mine and I groaned, pressing him against the elevator wall. My hand traced his hip, feeling him tremble.I kissed down his neck, tasting salt and soap and him. His pulse hammered under my lips. When I sucked hard enough

I'd always been good at getting what I wanted.But Professor Wolfe, Alexis, was making it difficult.After the dinner revelation, he'd become a ghost. In class, he barely looked at me. Outside class, he vanished before I could approach. When Aunt Julie invited me over for dinner, he suddenly had faculty meetings, grading emergencies, anything to avoid being alone with me.It was driving me insane.Two weeks passed. Then three. I tried to be patient like I'd promised, but patience wasn't my strong suit.Especially when I could see the tension in his shoulders every time I walked into his classroom. The way his voice caught when he called on me. The careful distance he maintained.He was fighting this. Fighting us.And he was losing.I could tell by the dark circles under his eyes. The way his hands trembled when he handed back essays. He looked exhausted, like he wasn't sleeping.Good. I wasn't sleeping either.Every night I thought about that elevator. His mouth on mine. The desperate

I drove home in a daze, Dorian's ultimatum echoing in my head.*One month.”The house was dark when I arrived. I crept upstairs, expecting Julie to be asleep.She was sitting up in bed, reading lamp on."Where were you?" she asked quietly.My heart stopped. "I went for a drive. Couldn't sleep.""At one in the morning?""I needed to clear my head."She set her book down. "Alexis, what's going on?""Nothing. I'm just..""Don't lie to me." Her voice was calm but firm. "You've been different for weeks. Distant. Distracted. You barely touch me anymore."Guilt crashed over me. "Julie….""Is there someone else?"The question hung in the air like smoke.I could lie. Should lie. But I was so tired of lying."It's complicated," I whispered.Her face crumpled. "Oh God.""Nothing has happened. I swear." Not technically a lie. "But I…." I sat on the edge of the bed. "I need to be honest with you.""About what?" Tears filled her eyes."About us. About how unhappy I've been."She flinched. "How long