All Chapters of The Hockey player's submissive professor : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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.”

RHETT VOSSShe whirled around to face me, and the second she did, I caught her by the waist and pressed her back against the door. She gasped, her pink mouth parting as those green eyes—the same ones that haunted my dreams every night—snapped up to mine.She twisted, trying to break free, but I held her there, firm, my palm braced beside her head, caging her in.Fuuuck. She was so damn small, barely reaching my chest. My dick twitched hard in my slacks, and everything in me screamed the same truth I’d been denying—she was it. The one.“L-let go of me. What are you doing here?” she demanded, her chest heaving, her voice trembling.I stepped closer, so close that if I leaned forward just a little, I could completely drown her in my frame.“Why did you tell my coach you weren’t going to be my rehab specialist anymore?” I asked, my voice low, rough—an accusation and a plea all at once. All I could think about was how close she was. The brush of her breath against my chest. The pulse hamme

“What’s going on here?”Cassie’s voice cut through the air like a crack of lightning. I whipped my head to the side and found her standing in the doorway, one brow arched, confusion etched across her face as her gaze flicked from me to Rhett—whose back was still turned to her.My heart slammed against my ribs. The sound of her voice sent panic clawing up my throat, and I parted my lips to explain—except Rhett beat me to it.He pivoted toward her with that devastatingly charming smile, and the second Cassie saw his face, her eyes went huge. Her jaw dropped, her whole body trembling.“Y…you… you’re R…Rhett Voss—the hockey player. Rhett.” Her voice cracked, disbelief lacing every syllable.“Well, yeah,” Rhett said casually, stepping forward. He extended his hand with all the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he did to people. “Nice to meet you.”Cassie blinked at him like she was staring at a hallucination. Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again, a shaky laugh spilling out.

JUNO HAYES“Are you sure everything’s fine, Juno?” Dan asked for the third time.I nodded like he could actually see me and dragged my hands down my face, thoughts racing. How could I be doing this?“What do you mean?” I asked—reflex, not curiosity.Dan’s exhale crackled through the line. “Are you really asking me that? First, you text me in the middle of the night, dropping Rhett like a hot coal, saying you can’t keep being his rehab specialist—without telling me why, though I know damn well there’s a reason. Now you’re taking him back? What’s really going on, Juno?”I sighed, long and heavy. He was right. What was going on with me?How could I let a kid—more than a decade younger—boss me around?Another thought slid in, uninvited. He’s our Dom. My Master.I shook my head violently. No. No, he was my Dom when we played scenes in the dark, faceless and controlled. That was inside. That was then. Afterward, it ended. So why was I listening to him now, calling Dan, agreeing to take Rhet