Best Professor Student Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.

"Lena, he’s our professor. That’s a huge deal." "I know," I said quickly. "Believe me, I know. But it’s not like I planned for this to happen. We didn’t. It’s just... there’s something between us. It’s intense and confusing and honestly kind of terrifying. But I can’t help it. I'm an obsessed girl." Ava leaned her head back. "So you’re telling me you’ve been hooking up with the guy who I thought was your enemy because of you guys' usual arguments in class."

The naughty teacher/younger student thing was cliché, but that made it hotter. He reached for her, but she stepped back. “Uh-uh. Not yet.” She moved toward her desk, slid open the drawer, and pulled out a tie, his, from a day she’d made him wear one for a presentation. She tossed it to him. “Put your hands behind the chair,” she ordered. “How very Fifty Shades of you. Are you about to make me beg?” She tilted her head. “That depends. Are you a fast learner? And those books sold over 165 million copies, so shut up. Don’t judge. Clearly something’s there.” She winked.

A student had been sitting right there, asking questions about the syllabus, completely unaware that Ryder was unzipping the professor’s dress pants. Ryder closes his eyes for a second, recalling the musky scent of the man’s arousal, the heat radiating from his groin. He had pulled the professor’s thick, hard dick out and wrapped his lips around the head, tasting the salty bead of precum. The professor had been stuttering through his lecture, his face flushed a deep crimson, sweating as he tried to maintain eye contact with the student while Ryder deepthroated him, taking his cock all the way to the back of his throat.

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