Best Professor Student Romance Books Novels & Stories

He looked good, too good, and that made everything worse. I couldn't look at his face properly. The embarrassment was overwhelming, crushing. I had kissed my professor, not just kissed him, I had initiated it. I had pulled him down to me, threaded my fingers through his hair, moaned into his mouth. Fuck you, Kaira. Fuck you and your stupid impulses. "Any problem?" Professor Zane asked, his voice rough. He was still catching his breath, still standing between my legs, his hands resting on either side of me on the desk.

“Oh, nothing. I just found something I lost. Something that I thought had successfully escaped from me.” Noah looked like he wanted to say more but he had to stop because the professor started speaking. “Good morning.” His voice was just as deep as I remembered. “I’m Professor Adrian Frost.” A pause. “I’ll be teaching Introduction to Psychology this semester.” Professor Adrian Frost. That was the name of the man who’d written me the most offensive note I’d come across. The one night stand I thought I’d never run into again. And to think I hadn’t wanted to sign up for this course.

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

“If you need help with the course, book a tutorial with Jessie. That’s the only one-on-one academic support I offer.” For a moment, she gaped at me. Then she slid off the desk, smoothing the front of her dress with a small, embarrassed laugh that sounded more forced than amused. “Everyone says you’re impossible to read,” she murmured. “I didn’t believe them until now.” “There’s nothing to read. I’m your lecturer. That’s the beginning and end of our relationship,” I replied, gesturing toward the door. “I have other students waiting, Miss Laurent.” Without another word, she headed for the door. Her hand was on the handle when she paused and glanced back at me.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

Professor Orion's eyes are intense and dark, his focus is on Tristan behind me but I feel the full effect of those eyes on me. I am heated up, it is embarrassing to react this way to even a suggestion of his attention on me. I wish I can see Tristan's face as Zane stares him down but I stay put. "And as for my qualifications to judge in this matter, you are in my class. You are reading my text. And that text is being read by thousands of students across the country. All my books hit the Number 1 bestselling within weeks. I have paid my dues and I continue to pay it. I have worked hard to get to this particular point in my career, and I continue to work hard. I think I have earned my place in

"Unfortunately, hearts are terrible tailors." We sit together in silence again. Then she squeezes my hand. "Is it him?" she asks. I hesitate. Then nod. "Yes." "The professor." "Yes." Ines exhales slowly. "Well, that is spectacularly inconvenient." I laugh despite myself. "You have no idea." "Oh, I do. I study tragic romance in literature. This is practically textbook." I groan. "Please don't compare my life to a doomed Victorian novel." "No promises." Her expression softens again. "Just be careful."

It was late into the evening and they were sitting on one of the large couches in the living room, she was lying on top of him and he had an arm slung over her back, fingers trailing circles on her naked ass, She'd preheated the pizza he ordered earlier and they'd eaten until their stomachs were full and now, they were watching a soap drama on tv. Everything almost felt normal, She was a girl and he was a guy and they were just lounging around after a day of hot sex. But nothing about them was normal. She wasn't just any girl and he wasn't any guy either. He was her professor and she was his student. Maya sat up, shuffling away from his hold. She wound her arms around her body protectively,

“If I haven’t met anyone in three years, then I probably won't meet anyone else for the rest of my life. Mom, you’ve introduced me to so many different women in the past three years and I never laid my hands on any of them. Isn’t that right?” “Serena counts. Aren’t the two of you getting along just right? If you don’t like Serena, I can accept that lover of yours named Suzy too!” “There’s no feeling between Serena and I. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have dragged on for three years without getting married. As for Suzy, she’s just a student I helped before. There’s nothing going on between us.” “You… What’s so great about that woman?” Heather was so angry she could not speak coherently.

“Always yours, professor.” He carried me to the small leather couch in the corner of the office. Laid me down under the golden lights. Climbed over me. Kissed me again—softer now, slower, endless. We stayed tangled—sweaty, spent, glowing. The house stayed quiet around us. The fairy lights burned on. Golden. Steady. Roleplay over. But the claim never ended. Husband and husband. Professor and student for a night. Lovers for life. Under whatever lights we turned on next.