Best Professor Student Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.

“Why is that a bad thing? If he’s studying here, then you guys can pick up from where you left off, right?” I sniffed and shook my head at her. “No, Jenny. He’s not a student here. He’s not studying.” “Then what is he doing here?” She asked slowly. “He’s a professor. He’s my History Professor,” I explained, more tears streaming down my face. “His name is Ian Grant.” “Shh I don’t care about his name. What did you just call him? Your history professor? Fuck…that’s… that’s fucked up!” She rubbed her forehead.

I’m not sure why I suddenly felt so embarrassed over that fact, but I felt the need to avert my eyes and glance at my lap. “No need to be embarrassed,” Emily chuckled. “I know what it’s like to be infatuated by a teacher. Joseph is quite charming, so I don’t blame you in the least,” she said with a light laugh. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand,” I said, furrowing my brows together. “You think I’m infatuated with Professor Evergreen?” “He is a famous author, and many students seem to have crushes on him. So yes. I believe you are infatuated. There’s nothing wrong with that Tessa. Believe me, I understand.”

She said suggestively to me. "Yes? Clover, he's my professor." I said to him, "Didn't stop you from kissing him the other day." She said to me, "I'm just a lowly wolf. He's an Alpha." I said to him, "Even better and spicier. When you say yes, your romance will go down in history as the best one yet." She responded. "You're not helping..." I said to her, "Clara, does my question frighten you?" Professor Derrick's voice cut into my thoughts.

and then she fell silent. “Well…" I began to explain everything to her, from arriving to school and then finding out what I found in his office. Despite my better judgement I found myself telling her about the kiss I thought they shared. When I finished, the other side was silent. The only sound I heard was that of her breathing. I opened my mouth to talk again but she spoke before I did. "So you're telling me the professor and Freya kissed? You're sure?” I sighed, "I'm not so sure, all I heard was the sound. You know it sounds”

He reached out and tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. “You’re a brilliant student, Elena,” he said, using my first name for the first time tonight. The sound of it on his tongue sent a shiver straight to my core. “But lately, I suspect your mind isn’t entirely on your thesis.” My cheeks burned. He was right. I’d been fantasizing about him constantly. But he wasn’t the only one. There was also Professor Marcus Vale — the brooding psychology professor with the deep voice and commanding presence — and Professor Julian Cross, the charming yet dangerously possessive history lecturer. All three of them had been giving me special attention lately, and the forbi

The campus felt unusually dull that morning. Maybe it was the weather, the sun refusing to show itself leaving the grey sky or maybe it was just her mood. Everything seemed slower. She tried to blend into that chaos, to look busy, normal. But her mind wasn’t on her textbooks. It hadn’t been in days. She slid into an empty table by the windows and opened her textbook, flipping through pages without really reading. The air carried the familiar mix of coffee, paper, and the low hum of stressed students—a smell that usually grounded her—but today, it couldn’t keep her mind from drifting back to him.