Mag-log in"Keep your hands on the fucking desk." His voice is dark, as he presses my palm against the desk bending me over, his c*ck burying deep inside. "You like that?" he whispers against my ear. I whimper and arch my back further, trying to take him deeper despite the pain. I never thought I'd like this sort of thing, never thought I'd even try it. But here's Harlan, opening me up to a world of pleasure and vulgarity that I didn't even know existed, and fuck, it hurts, but it's so fucking good, I can't imagine stopping. "Yes," I breathe. He slaps me harder. His palm lands against the side of my face with an obscene smack that makes me feel sick and delighted and dirty all at once. I moan as he draws me closer to release. “Yes, what?!” he demands, pulling me up by my hair. “Yes, professor.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Eden Shaw craves more than straight A's... she hungers for the forbidden gaze of her brooding professor, Harlan. What starts as stolen glances ignites into a dangerous game of dominance and desire, where every lecture hides a secret touch and every grade comes with a price. But when Eden uncovers Harlan's hidden past as Ethan Hale, heir to a fractured legacy, their illicit affair is endangered. In a world of powerplays and buried truths, can Eden submit to the man who owns her body... before he claims her heart? Because Harlan's past is not just painful, it's dangerous, and Eden is about to find out that loving him means entering a world she was never supposed to see. A world full of secrets. A name he no longer claims. And a choice that could destroy them both. ~ She wanted to impress him. Now she may have to save him.
view moreAt first I can't even process what he just said to me. It does not hit me for a few full seconds. But when it does, it comes with the force of a sack-full of bricks, and suddenly I feel winded. “I… are you serious?” I ask. “Me?” “Who else?” he muses. He has that look in his eye; the same one I see a thousand times before, the same one I fall in love with a long time ago. Amusement. Interest. Challenge. He eyes me like the question does not benefit him but instead it is meant for me. Ever the analyzer Professor Harlan grins as he watches me put the pieces together, watches me come to the conclusion. “Professor Harlan, I just said I cannot commit to any jobs or grad programs right now.” “You wouldn’t have to,” he tells me, taking my face in his hands, squishing my cheeks a little. “It’s a permanent position. You have all the time in the world to decide.” His face lowers toward mine. I stop breathing. “We have all the time in the world.”
SIX MONTHS LATER A year and a half ago, I never would have thought that my former English Literature professor would be my plus one. To literally any function. I never imagined I would live to see that day. But there I am; a year and a half after he asked me to stay behind after class on a fated fall afternoon. We stand toward the back of the crowd as Milo and Jax walk hand-in-hand down the ivory rug that stretches from the door of the venue all the way to a Deep Dodge Cherokee. Jax’s doing, no doubt. “Just Married” is written sloppily on the rear window. Empty beer cans are tied to the back of the vehicle. I hold up a sparkler in my hand, as do almost all of the other wedding guests. Professor Harlan stands there emptyhanded but peaceful. His face is gentle and soft. Miles away from where he was when I first met him. Over the past six months I have been able to put some distance between myself and the university. It is a risk taking him to the wedding,
In the next instant he releases me only long enough to stand, gripping me by the arm to force me to my feet. I gasp as I land against his chest where he holds me snug and tight. I can feel his heart hammering against mine. And I am melting beneath his grip.He releases me with one hand only to trail the hem of my panties. “You’re mine,” he reminds me. “I think I need to be sure the message sinks in.” He pulls away, studying my face. And he quirks a brow. Condescending. The only man I know who can wear that infuriating expression deliciously.My eyes are wide, but I nod.Professor Harlan takes a step back, letting his eyes trail down the entire length of my body before they make their way back up again, drinking in every inch of my exposed skin. “Bra.” The command is incomplete but perfectly clear.I slip my arms behind my back to relieve myself of the garment.He nods to my panties. Excitement mounts within my belly, the sensation sudden and overtaking. I slip th
I swallow thickly as I cross the room to land in front of him. His hands find my hips and I forget how to breathe.“And uh—” I clear my throat. “In the not-so-immediate sense?” I whisper.Professor Harlan takes my chin between his fingers, lifting my head so I am forced to meet his eyes. “Are you worried I’ll leave you again?” His voice is low and gravelly.My eyelashes flutter, and I do not know what to say.“No,” he purrs. “I’m not going anywhere. You already know that you’re mine.”His hands trail upward. The moment they encase my ribcage is the same moment I know I am a lost cause. My eyes flutter shut. And everything else is gone.He captures my mouth, drawing me in, arms encircling my body. My breath hitches, my mind melts, and the only sensation that enraptures me as much as the kiss is the feeling of every nerve in my body standing on end, sparking within my skin.He grips me tighter. I claw at his collar, pressing him equally as hard against me.












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