Academy's Undercover Professor Novel 353 Novels & Stories

A desperate student in need of an A on a course that could affect her GP. A horny female professor in need of a one night stand! Read and enjoy. Camilla Campbell's P.O.V. Camilla stood in the hallway of the English department, hovering around the closed door to Professor Celine's office. Her heart was racing and her nerves were getting the better of her. Her freshman year was coming to a close and she had messed up. Her final paper for Professor Celine’s class had been a total failure, and it was going to ruin Camilla ’s GPA. Worse still, her ruined GPA would mean her academic scholarship would be in jeopardy. The whole thing was just one big nightmare.

My fingers kept brushing over the folded note tucked in my notebook, the paper’s texture grounding me in the reality I hadn’t quite been ready for. Lila’s door swung open the second I stepped into the room. “Sloanie! Where have you been? You missed the entire post-lecture coffee crew!” Lila’s grin was infectious, but I barely registered it. “Hey,” I murmured, dumping my bag onto my bed. My fingers lingered over the notebook. “I… uh… I have a story.” Lila’s eyebrows shot up. “A story? Is it scandalous? Is it juicy? Wait, don’t tell me… you’ve officially made a new professor your sugar daddy?”

I collapsed face-first onto my bed and screamed into the pillow for a few seconds before rolling over. “It was intense. He acted completely normal— but there were moments…” I trailed off, biting my lip. “Ela, I don’t know how I’m going to survive three tutoring sessions a week with him. Every time he looks at me I remember that night.” Ela grinned. “This is the most entertaining thing that’s happened since we got to this campus. The gossip is still going crazy by the way. Someone even started a poll ‘Are Professor Howard and Aurora dating?’ It’s at 38% yes.”

Roy questioned, his facial muscles projecting an aura of deep, unmitigated concern. I systematically engineered an immediate, artificial smile, deploying a defensive wall to shroud the chaotic nature of my internal calculations. "The situation is entirely managed," I fabricated smoothly. I shifted the display screen to reveal the call logging interface to his position—an operational maneuver safeguarded by the reality that I had long since codified his identity under the digital pseudonym of 'The Killer Professor.' "Look... my primary academic advisor has suddenly commanded an emergency review session. It appears the most optimal tactic is for my frame to secure an independent commercial tax

I couldn't afford for anyone else to find out about my failure, not until I verified directly from Professor Lorcan. Professor Lorcan Steele, the youngest male professor in the university, also called Professor Untouchable because of his infamous acts in the university, the same professor I have been trying to ace to get back at my cheating ex, Xavier Woods. The plan was to make Professor Untouchable want me, and Xavier could watch his idolized professor fall for the ex he tossed aside—that would burn more. Xavier had spent the night with another girl on our first anniversary while I waited for him like an idiot, prepared a candle lit dinner and even dressed up. He had humiliated me publicly

u quickly ran to the classroom, Kate waved at him, and he quickly ran over. "Why are you late today?" Kate asked curiously. Putting the book on the table, and opening it, Jenny breathed freely, and said in a low voice, "Yesterday at Daniel's mansion." Kate was taken aback, then reacted, “What?” He spoke too loudly, so the professor stopped the lecture and glanced at him with displeasure. Embarrassed to apologize to the professor, Kate tilted her head to glare at Jenny, all because he scared him. Jenny pouted, choking in the morning, finally asking for Kate's place.

It was odd to me that he was amused instead of worried or confused by Ryker's behavior. I sat down in my spot and watched as Ryker reached his hand out to shake Adam's. Weird. When Adam walked up to me, he looked like he may be dizzy. "What's wrong?" I asked trying to find out what I missed. "That guy is intense Iris. He asked me if I knew what the penalty was for theft on campus. I dont know what he is talking about. I haven't stolen anything. The economics professor chuckled as well. I feel like I was missing out on an inside joke." He said shrugging. I looked down at Professor Skinnle and noticed he was watching me. What is it with these male professors? When he started class Adam leaned

Professor Ashford promptly concluded, relocating back to the podium and desk set up to his right. "I'm fucked," Caleb grumbled, lugging his backpack over his shoulder. "Hopefully I'll see you both here Wednesday," Ashly said, insinuating either Caleb or Isa would drop the class by then. Before the three of them could exchange contact information or parting words, a sharp voice called out that almost put a stop to Isa's heart. "Isadora Blaire." The student turned her head towards the voice, making direct eye contact with her professor. He motioned for her with a slight tilt of his head.

He put a hand under her chin and gently tilted her head, gazing down at her until she met his eyes. “So, ice cream?” Noah asked. Nodding eagerly, Genevieve answered with a wide grin, “Yes,” ******* At three on the dot, Rhodes drove the couple to Joyful Learning academy, and Noah held Genevieve's hand laced with his, feeling way less stressed than before. But the closer they got to Leo's school, a new emotion overwhelmed him. With fear and concern, Noah glared at the sight of different media reporters crowding the entrance as they stood outside the gates with pieces of equipment, looking out on the road.

I can see each muscle as she flexes, her calves high and tight as she balances on her four-inch heels. Just as I am sure one more step will make me fall over dead, the professor makes one last turn before stopping before a solid wood door. On a brass placard placed at about eye level, the word with the name 'Dr. Delilah M Davis is engraved. The number 225 is listed just above it with smaller, matching bras. Pulling a key from an inner jacket pocket, she jams it into the lock, twists, and with a quiet little click it swings open. Without saying a word, Professor Davis disappears inside.