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I’d been at this for hours, flipping through my notes, rereading the prompt, skimming the novels again, but it was like my brain had shut down. I was usually good at English. Not amazing, but good enough to string together a decent essay. But this professor? It was like he wanted me to decode the meaning of life from two 19th-century novels and make it sound groundbreaking. Nothing I came up with seemed right, and the deadline was breathing down my neck. You would think that I would think that my love for reading novels would translate to me actually acing the course but you would be sorely mistaken. “You okay?” I lifted my head at the sound of Hayden’s voice. He was leaning against my bedro

Nelson walks in with her briefcase and begins class. She dives right into a lecture on the relationship literature has with other arts. After going on for at least fifty minutes, Professor Nelson, lifts a page off her desk, poises her reading glasses at the tip of her nose and begins to read. The words flow off the page brilliantly, with confidence, lacking the arrogance you’d expect from someone who obviously knows their shit, but isn’t trying to be an ass about it. Each inference is correct, precise, holding the attention of everyone in the room. Something about the words are familiar. Soothing even, like I know them from somewhere, though I've never read this paper before. The professor p

and opened it. My jaw dropped as I began reading the story. It was twenty-five pages, according to the little bar at the bottom of the document. But those pages were full size, so I figured it would probably be something closer to a hundred page novella. Fortunately, I was a fast reader. And once I got halfway through the first chapter, I was completely hooked. The story was about a college professor who was being seduced by a young girl in his class. By "young", I mean early twenties. My age. Which made the scene descriptions very easy for me to relate to.

“I met with Professor Anderson Pym to discuss my study plans. He was the only professor who responded to dozens of emails I sent to several different professors. How about you? Who is your mentor?” “Wait, you emailed them? Didn't they email you?” Scott chuckled dryly as he chewed his crunchy pie crust. “Never in history has a professor emailed a student to offer to be their mentor. They are super busy. They never even memorize the names and faces of each student.” "But I think the professors will email us after seeing the study plan we submitted on the campus website. I got an email from Professor Simmon Kendrick about two months ago.” “Who? Professor Kendrick? Are you kidding me?”

He turned and caught me staring. His dark eyes darkened further. He stood slowly, towering over the desk, and took the books from my hands. His fingers lingered against mine again, deliberate this time. “That skirt,” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending heat pooling between my thighs, “violates at least three sections of the student dress code, Miss Blake.” My breath hitched. He was so close I could see the faint scar peeking above his collar, the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity burning in his gaze. For a moment, the cold, indifferent professor mask slipped, revealing something hungry underneath.

I was already exhausted from the little cleaning I had done but I was not in any way deterred. I opened my pink low-profile box and removed my Avenge Lucas plan Book, along with my pencil. I opened the book and went over my 10-step plan again, and then I circled, STEP NUMBER 1: Get Professor McLain’s Attention. The best way to get the professors attention is to keep your hand up, batting every question that was thrown out and that I must equip myself for. I set my Avenge book aside and dug out my textbooks and jotters. I had a lot of reading to do.

Liam had that easy vibe that was open with no pretenses and it made talking to him feel normal and relaxing. “Hang in there, okay? And also, as your senior, I've got this ultimate hack for you. Just skip the handouts these professors dump on us. Half the time, it's just gotten straight from the textbook anyway. Focus on the textbooks instead, and you'll pass your exam easily. Trust me, it saved my ass last year.” His eyes lit up, nodding fast as he ate another fry. “I’ll definitely focus on my textbooks and lock in. You're a lifesaver.”

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.

Camille: On Monday morning, I felt much better. I dressed up for school early enough and left without seeing anyone. Fortunately, Daniel didn’t come out throughout the time I had my breakfast, the leftover food from yesterday, and I was thankful for it. When the third professor for the day didn’t show up, I got busy with reading one of the novels for my Romantic literature course. Even though I had read it before, I still read it again to refresh my memory. At least it was a well-deserved break from erotica. Apparently, that genre wasn’t doing me any good lately.

“I’ve been wanting to say this for a long time, and I just… I think it’s time I finally do. Luther… I like you. I truly do. More than a student should ever feel for her professor, I know. But I don’t care about the rules or expectations right now. All I care about is how I feel, and how you make me feel.” He didn’t speak. His eyes just stared at her, utterly unreadable. His lack of response only intensified her nervousness, but she pressed on, her voice cracking slightly. “I know we’ve… shared things. Intimate things. And I honestly thought that meant something to you. Because to me, it means everything. I… I think I’m in love with you.” A heavy, suffocating silence descended upon the room,