Professor Off Limits Novels & Stories

Seconds pass and he pulls me away, touching my shoulders. "What there was?" "Nothing, we just need to control ourselves otherwise..." " If not what, professor?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. " If we're not going to end up naked right here in this tiny space." And since when was space a problem for us?

"We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things." He turned to the large screen behind him and pressed a few buttons on the keyboard before placing his hands on the desk in front of him, eyes flitting across the screen and the projector on the other end. The professor began explaining the outline for the course and what we should expect for the semester, as he droned on about why we shouldn't slack off of any research given to us Jason leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Do you think it's illegal to ogle your professor's ass?"

“Professor, let’s stop here. My brain can’t take it anymore.” I complain to Professor Fortez. My temple is pulsing painfully. I reached my limit already. This Professor of mine is a monster. He is very strict while teaching me. He doesn’t like so many red marks on my paper. He wants everything to be perfect.

Gillow stepped back, his crimson gaze boring into him. “You will remember meeting no vampire,” Gillow said, his voice low and commanding. His crimson eyes flared brighter, locking the professor in place. “You will remember your unprofessional actions toward Arda Gray. And you will remember me as her man who smacked the hell out of you for sexual harassment. You will also remember that her man has the power to cripple you socially, financially, and otherwise. And because of this, you will behave. One more slip-up, and you’re gone. Do you understand?” The professor nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face. “Y-yes, sir. I understand.”

"So tell me specifically what these rules say. It's the UT code of conduct? Like the exact verbiage." "I don't know the exact verbiage, but I know as a professor, I'm not allowed to date any student or another professor on campus. It's pretty simple. She's a student at the college I'm teaching at, and she's off limits." I narrowed my eyes at him, as if I had any hope of intimidating the dick in front of me. He'd been muscling me around since we met a million years ago. "So you sneak around." He shrugged and pulled his napkin into his lap. The look on his face said that his idea was not only brilliant, but something we should have thought about already.

I turned my gaze to Wenna and gave her a deadly look. While Rajiv just laughed next to me who also heard what Wenna said. "Char, it's just a joke!" Wenna chuckled and burst out laughing. I was a little relieved. Some people look at our students. Some of them look at me badly, others are curious. Maybe they are wondering why the new professor at this university is at the same table.

I acted nonchalant because I didn't understand what the man was up to yet again. “The offer that you gave me about sleeping with me,” he said, and I noticed he felt awkward saying that, but it wasn't any of my concern. “You mean the offer about seducing you and having you fuck me? No, that offer is over. I would rather not have anything to do with you, Professor. You are my professor, after all; I should respect my boundaries.” I rasped in one breath, but that was a lie.

Somehow I didn't think the stuffy professor would really approve of the steamy romance novels I was writing. I gave him a half-smile and decided to make an exit before they started prying into exactly what genres I was working in. "Thanks anyway, professor. Have a good day, Mom." I leaned down and kissed her smooth cheek, breathing in the familiar scent of her perfume, and then made for the door. I had been thrown off my schedule by the moving-in ordeal, and I had a lot of work to make up. At least I had been spared an awkward family breakfast scene with the professor's sons.

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts."

Ruby and I exchanged a look. Cassian was doing it again. He was pushing me away. This time I had really thought that he would a least relax a little bit since we weren't in the school environment. “Say something to him,” she mouthed, and I turned again to Cassian. “Professor, are you... leaving because of us?” His lips twisted as he replied in a cold, hard voice, “A professor should not be seen in golf clubs in the company of his underage students.” “Underage?” I said. “I’m 18.”