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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.

R I O N A I took a deep breath before pushing the door with the name card saying Dr Krishna Rathore. When I entered the fully air conditioned office, Dr Krishna sat on her seat reading a file but when I entered, her eyes lifted up to meet mine. "Good evening," I greeted with a quick smile. "Good evening, Miss Davis." She greeted with an Indian accent. " Take a seat." She pointed and I sat down. She got up from her seat and moved to a cabinet. Dr Krishna is a thick woman who looked to be in her mid thirties had on an brown to orange colored saree which had patterns on them with a long white coat on top. She's a prime example of an Indian woman.

His face was flushed and he was almost breathless. “Class,” I answered, watching impatiently as he tried to catch his breath. “What's wrong with you?” “Class? You don't have a class to teach today,” he pointed out, frowning. “Yeah. Milgram gave me her period to use. What do you want? I'm heading home now.” “No,” he said, then he shut the door and moved closer to me. “Have you heard the rumors going around?” “What rumors?” “I overheard two girls talking about a professor having an affair with a student and your name was mentioned,” he explained, looking at me as if he believed what he had heard.

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.

Professor Draven smirked and started to take his leave when he stopped at the door and said, “The half-breed will be the downfall of Nocturne Academy. Don’t believe me? Check social media.” He’d barely left my office when I logged into my burner account, which I used to monitor the students and ensure they weren’t misrepresenting or embarrassing the academy with some sordid scandal. I was prepared for the hate speech and threats. I wasn’t prepared to see my mate seductively posing in a velvet mini dress and thigh-high boots with the caption: Hottest Half-Breed you’ve ever seen—no filter needed. #SorryProfessorGrey #halfbreed #notashamedforwhoIam #Storyofmylife #hatersgonnahate

LACE “A Kegel?” He nods. My professor is not the shy nerd he used to be in the classroom. It is like he has two different sides. And he is comfortable in both sides. And I cannot expatiate on how much of a turn on this is for me. I am a woman on a mission though. I am done hiding in the shadows. “ can you show me.” A raised brow in question. He legs are perfectly crossed, his shirt first two buttons are undone and i can see a little bit of tanned skin. His hair is pleasantly dishevelled. This is a new development as this was not how I left him back at the classroom.

Ohio to California was as far away as far away got so, the chances that my one night stand stood in front of me as my Econs lecturer was already the world playing a huge joke on me. If at all fate had made us cross paths, it shouldn’t have been in an academic environment. He was too young to be a lecturer, least of all a professor. Most lecturers I knew were quite old. I couldn’t take my eyes off him throughout the class even though I didn’t hear a word he spoke. The man who’d taken my first kiss and virginity was no one else but my Econs professor. * I got to my room, still dazed from the morning. My notes were empty and my pens unused.

"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.” My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his trousers. It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge. "Professor, please—" "Shut your mouth." Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.