Professor And Student Romance Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Because this company literally has a ban? Staff isn't supposed to have any romantic relationships with other staff. You know of this rule, fool. Besides, I'm sure these people already put two and two together to know that we are dating.” “You and I both know that the rule is a joke. There are a lot of people married to each other here. I'm sure some people are fucking themselves, even the executives too. But if you insist, we won't do much of that romance shit here at work,” Anthony said with a shrug of his broad shoulders and went around his desk. “Thank you. Anyway, thank you for the flowers. I totally forgot that today was my birthday. All this stress made me forget,” I said.

"Professor—" "Third problem." His fingers left me abruptly, and I whined at the loss. The sound of his belt unbuckling made my stomach flip. "You’re impatient." The zipper followed, the rustle of fabric. Then, thud. Something heavy landed on the desk beside my head. A book. "The Eros Discipline." His voice was a smirk. "Ever read it?" I shook my head, my cheeks flaming. "Pity." His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back so I could see the cover—a woman bound in ropes, her body arched in submission. "It’s about a professor who re-educates his student. Sound familiar?"

“Totally. Sociopolitical… stuff. Yeah.” He chuckled, clearly amused at my vague response. “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” “None whatsoever,” I admitted with a laugh, setting my glass down. “I mean, I love books, but I love them for, you know… the kissing parts.” He laughed and I swear it did something strange to my heart. “You know I love romance novels. Like harlequin, mills and boon…” “That’s fair,” he said, smiling. “But you’d be surprised how much passion can exist even in academic writing.”

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.

Thea snickered. “Ew, Thea, stop it. He is our Professor, for God’s sake,” I shook my head. “Which only makes it even hotter," she winked and drawled, "Forbidden romance is my favorite trope anyway. Teacher and student or Stalker and…” I cut her off before she could finish that sentence, “The way you steer everything back to my stalker so smoothly should be studied by a team of psychologists." __________ In our free period, we made our way to the cafeteria. Stopping in front of the food station, Thea squealed delightedly, "Whoa, they brought back mini pizzas!"

I asked in almost a whisper, finding it hard to believe she would weave such a story in her head. Yeah, we kissed, but that didn't mean we were dating! That man forced his delicious kisses on me, and I couldn't resist it. "Alright, alright, I might have exaggerated that part, but I don't believe whatever she says. Do you know how many hot wealthy girls have gone to the professor with their bodies? If the professor was a playboy, he would have fucked a lot of them, but he didn't. From what I'm seeing about him, he's pretty wealthy, and the school management respects him immensely," she whispered, and I rolled my eyes.

He looked out at the students and smiled as he rolled up his sleeves. “Good morning,” he said in a friendly tone. “Welcome to Advanced Engineering Analysis. Now’s your chance to leave if you’re in the wrong room.” There was a slight laugh from the students, but no one left. But all I did was stare. My heart rate picked up as my body instantly remembered the feeling of his strong hands on my arm…the curve of his body against mine. This couldn’t be happening to me. Tristan was my…professor?

Mr. Willis is young, energetic, and stunningly handsome. All the qualities you wouldn't expect from a substitute economics professor. Soon his classes become one of the most attended classes on campus and the populace as you'd expect are hot horny babes. Jean Harrison, a straight grade student and aspiring nymphomaniac wants the new econ professor and she soon learns bitterly she can't have him. Michelle Peyton, another straight-grade student too afraid to come out of her shell, wants a taste of the new professor but she's clueless about what to do. Jean finds out how to kill two birds with one stone using Michelle and get what she wants, which is Mr. Willis's hard cock smashing her down.

Thorn wanted to keep her longer but knew he had to let her get to class. “All right. I’ll see you later, darling.” He nodded. Nikki blushed slightly as he called her darling before the other students, then nodded at him. Thorn chuckled as she darted out of the room, heading for her next class. Several students who had been watching the exchange stared at the professor, dumbfounded by his flirtatiousness with Nikki. He scowled at them. “Can I help you?” He hissed. “Uh, no! Sorry, sir.” They quickly left the classroom, not wanting to incur the wrath of the most feared professor on campus by accident.

"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."