Best Professor Student Romance Books Novels & Stories

A raging lava that could destroy anything in its path. Sweat splashed. He saturated their bodies with the dew of passion. Warm droplets with the scent of love. Covering their skin with a biting, tingling sensation. Binding them closer together. Intimate. Sensual. Two beings were no longer separate individuals. They merged physically and were bound spiritually. “You're mine, Ve.” Lucas held Velia tightly. So tightly that Velia moaned in restraint. A little pain, but it felt so wonderfully soothing. “You're mine.”

I retreated back on my seat, sharing a glance with Stephano who mirrored my expression. We both were caught red handed. “Uh. Sir we were discussing work?” His sentence came out more like a question. “Work? With her face in your neck?” Professor arched an eyebrow at me, expecting an answer. I gulped. “Well-" Before I could say anything further he stopped me with his hand in the midair. “I suggest you both try to keep your adult romance at bay in the class or I’ll have to kick you out.” He venomously rasped out in silence. The students were looking at us with an unreadable expression.

They both feel an undeniable attraction towards each other from the moment they've met and they quickly give in to their desires but what will happen when young girls start to get missing and found dead in the woods and HE becomes a suspect? Dear shy, sexy professor A Forbidden love story between Professor Alexander Morero, a 35 years old teacher who teaches Italian language & History at Bedrock university, LA, California and his new student, 20 year old, Jessica Hudson. *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Bonus story: My boyfriend's uncle Introduction: He knew he was in trouble. She was the girlfriend of his nephew, and she was off-limits. But he couldn't help the way he felt when he was

But then, I shook, when a knock on the door resounded again, “Professor Ron, are you in there?!” I almost snapped at Cassie, yelling at her to go to the appropriate authorities to convey her grievances. Ron belonged to me, right here and now. Again, my reasoning blurred when his mouth left my boob and his tongue grazed down my waist, sucking on my smooth skin every inch of the way. He left his mark, trailing down to my nether region. “Oh God, you are so addicting.” I liked his craziness over me. His need told me he wanted me and I could put my mind to rest now. But it was doing something else to my brain too.

Story 5: private tutor with Professor 1 ANNA I have always had a big crush on my young professor, and I don't find it odd or disgusting. My professor who is young and handsome, sexy and well-muscled is every woman's dream and it isn't strange for me to have thought about him I want him, and I wouldn't deny that but I know it's impossible between us. He is everyone's favourite and can get any woman he wants and I know he wouldn't be interested in a shy person like me.

"Relax, I'm just saying. You and that man? There's tension." "There's no tension." "There's vibe. Energy. He looks at you like he's reading your mind." "Well, he better close the damn book," I said. Theresa snorted. "Just do me one favor when you meet him." "What?" "Remember we have lessons today. Don't get carried away. Professor Logan is waiting for us." I stared at her, eyebrows up. "You're really joining that?" "Okay," she said, tossing her hair. "I have to discover what kind of magical teaching skill it was that charmed your tutor into falling for you."

He reached over and grabbed the stack of papers. Her heart skipped a beat and she got a good whiff of his cologne. The both of them stared at each other, a form of heat expanding around them. It wasn't until the door opened that professor Thompson finally pulled away. "Well, Ms.Moore, thank you for lending a hand. I will see you next class and hopefully you're early next time." The man held out his hand and glanced at the person that stepped in. It's Mrs.Laime, she's a Spanish professor. "Oi dios mio. I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was inside." She chuckles nervously.

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.