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The Hockey player's submissive professor Not Jealous
JUNO HAYESI bolted out of Rhett’s apartment like my shoes were on fire.And no, it had absolutely nothing to do with what Rhett had just done.My body was not still buzzing from his words. Or his hands.I was not being swayed by a man fifteen years younger than me.I was not about to be one of those women you see plastered all over crime news or dissected on TikTok crime documentaries—“Professor Caught With Young Student.”Nope. Not me. Never.Granted, this was a very different situation. Rhett was twenty-three, not eighteen. A former university student, yes, but not my student. He was also my client… which technically still made this wrong.But he was very much of age. Very.I smacked my palm against the steering wheel.“Why does it feel like I’m trying to justify what happened in that room?” I muttered as I drove.I raked my fingers through my hair, my lips still tingling. I could practically still feel his mouth on mine, his hand…“No, no, no,” I groaned. “Do not think about it.”
The Hockey player's submissive professor Not Proper
JUNO HAYES“I want to fuck you,” he growled, his voice rough. “That’s the problem, Miss Juno.”I looked up at him, eyes wide. How… how could he say such words to me? That was not proper.“Rhett, it’s not proper to say that to me,” I managed, my voice shaky despite my best effort, my heart hammering against my ribs.“Why isn’t it proper? It’s the truth. I want to fuck you,” he said again, stepping closer. I took two steps back. He followed. I backed up again. And then… my back hit something firm.“I really want to fuck you. That’s all I’ve thought about since I met you. You look so familiar… like someone I’ve touched before. It’s messing with my head,” he continued. Each word sent my stomach doing somersaults.Oh god. What is wrong with me?I forced a deep breath. “Mr. Voss, I don’t think I can keep being your specialist. I don’t know how I gave you the impression that I would have… anything to do with a kid like you. Today will be our last session. I’ll tell your coach I couldn’t help
The Hockey player's submissive professor The Slip
RHETT VOSSI watched her intently as she moved around the table, trying to keep her expression neutral, but I caught the slight tremble in her hand. Funny, here I was, the one with a messed-up shoulder, yet it felt like she was the one holding back, trying to stay professional while I was slowly breaking down whatever walls she’d built.Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, sharp and guarded, but there was something else in there. Something unspoken and familiar. Maybe it was the way her breath hitched the moment I got too close. Or the way her skin flushed when I let that smirk linger a bit too long.I leaned back on my hands, feeling the cool surface of the table beneath me, letting my gaze drift over her like she was the one on display not just a doctor doing her job, but someone I wanted to unravel, piece by piece.She’s tough, I’ll give her that. But there’s an edge of vulnerability I’m seeing now, a crack beneath that professional facade. It’s almost like she’s fighting herself as m
The Hockey player's submissive professor Breaking Rule Number Two
JUNO HAYESI needed my heart to stop beating so fast. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the rapid thud in my chest like some schoolgirl who’d just seen her crush.Professional. Be professional, hun, I told myself before pushing open the door Rhett had directed me to. My eyes went wide.When he’d said he had all the equipment for his treatment, he hadn’t been bluffing.The space looked more like a private training studio than anything you’d find in a normal apartment—sleek weight racks lined the far wall, a set of resistance machines sat in perfect alignment, and in the center was a professional-grade treatment table that looked like it had just been unwrapped from the box.I walked in slowly, my fingers brushing over a row of neatly organized kettlebells. Everything gleamed. Everything had its place. This wasn’t the messy, half-lived-in space I’d expected from a 23-year-old hockey player.“Guess the golden boy likes to keep up appearances,” I muttered, setting my bag beside the tre
The Hockey player's submissive professor The Hunt Begins
“What’s up with you, man? Acting all clean and shit?” Milo chuckled, stretching his legs out as I bent to scoop red cups off the floor.Jake, my best friend, laughed from his spot at the counter. “His shrink’s coming over.”I shot him a glare. “She’s not my shrink.”Milo immediately sat up. “Wait—coach really hooked you up with a rehab doctor? I thought your shoulder was fine. You don’t need rehabilitation.”Jake glanced up from his phone. “Coach isn’t convinced. So until he is, this guy’s stuck doing the sessions.”“That sucks,” Milo said with a grin.I ignored both of them and kept picking up cups.“So,” Milo tipped his chin at me, “coach really sent you one of those fancy sports therapists?”“Yeah,” I said, tossing another cup into the trash bag. “Big deal.”Jake’s smirk deepened. “Pretty sure it is a big deal. She works out of the university’s rehab center, right? Coach probably thinks you’re one hit away from snapping in half.”“Shoulder’s fine,” I muttered, snatching an empty bo
The Hockey player's submissive professor The Episode
JUNO HAYESMy eyes fluttered open and bam, the bright light of the room hit me like a punch. I winced, immediately squeezing them shut again. A few seconds later, I tried opening them in cautious little slits.Blink. Blink.Where… am I?The ceiling above me looked oddly familiar. I turned my head to the side, squinting at the curtains. They were identical to the ones in my room.Wait. No. That’s impossible.I pushed myself upright, leaning against the headboard, scanning every detail. The blanket. The dresser. The tiny plant on the nightstand that I kept forgetting to water.This wasn’t just like my bedroom. This was my bedroom.“…Wait. My bedroom?”“H…how—” My voice came out rough, like I’d swallowed a handful of gravel, and my mouth tasted worse than the morning after eating questionable street tacos.But the weird taste wasn’t my main problem. The main problem was how the hell I got here.The last thing I remembered was heading to that bar I usually went to with Nina. After that… b
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