Professor Off Limits 소설 & 이야기

“Nude.” My entire body went rigid. “What the hell?” His expression remained frustratingly composed. “You heard me.” “You cannot be serious.” “I’m perfectly serious.” I let out a sharp, incredulous laugh, stepping backward and putting space between us before I did something stupid, like forget this man was my professor and throw the nearest object at his head. “You told me to follow you to your office, blackmail me with my scholarship, and now you’re asking me to take my clothes off for you?”

This is what living on the edge of exposure feels like. I reached up, my fingers brushing against the crisp lapel of his jacket as I steadied myself against the solid warmth of his chest. And did you hate every second of it, Professor? A slow, dark smile touched the corners of his mouth, a rare, unguarded expression that only ever surfaced when the academic armor was completely stripped away. I have spent my entire career keeping order, controlling variables, and eliminating risk, Liam replied softly, his voice dropping into a register meant only for me. And yet, every single rule I enforce becomes entirely meaningless the moment you walk into this room.

Zia stood up and uttered "We didn't have a proper introduction with each other yet, so some students want to ask you some questions, professor," He raised his brow at her before answering. "I am afraid, if those questions are not related to our subject and syllabus then I am not obligated to answer them, Miss Alcazar," he maintained his professional aura with that evil student of his. Zia scoffed at him.

“You have to be making some kind of mistake, I—” “How dare you.” The professor rose from her chair and snapped her fingers at a passing security officer in the hallway, who pushed through the glass doors to the office and began walking up to us. “Officer, this student is being argumentative. Please escort her out.” “Argumentative?!” I echoed incredulously, my voice raising another octave. “What, am I not allowed to question your authority? My studio was—” “See?” the professor scoffed. “She’s yelling at me. Please see her out.”

"So what exactly is your point? You don't want to demolish the building?" I barely heard them. Not when Dominic’s mouth was on me. Not when his tongue was dipping inside, teasing, tasting, sucking— My hips jerked against him, but his hands pinned me in place, keeping me still as he ate me alive. "I'm not sure, we'll have to think about it some more," the professor continued. "I just don't like to waste a good foundation." A broken whimper escaped me, and I slapped a hand over my mouth, my body trembling from the sheer effort of staying quiet.

“He’s hot.” Rick scowled in response. He knew regardless of what he did and what he said, Tessa was never going to leave this monster. Rick wished there was a way he could get through to his daughter, but he knew it wasn’t going to happen. “What kind of school allows a professor to date a student without any repercussions?” Rick asked with gritted teeth. “Maybe nobody knows,” Penny suggested. “Can we try not to cause issues today? We promised Tessa…” “That was before I found out he was a professor, Pen,” Rick said, cutting off her words. “He can’t get away with that. It’s predatory.”

Darcy said as she shook the professor’s hand. Professor Whiteman smiled and said, “It’s nothing. I believe in you, Darcy. If you want me to shoot any commercial or advertisement, just let me know.” Ash and the other executives applauded the professor’s kindness. Suddenly, an employee barged in with a panicked look and said, “Ms. Quint, there are a hundred media houses at the entrance, here to question us about the incident with Lil Dee! “Vayne Tucker, the professor’s student, told the reporters that we have the professor restricted inside the building.

The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like. Not a single one of them have been able to make my dick hard in the slighest fucking bit. When i needed a good fuck, i would go to Raindrop’s, a bar in town. It's the only one I would never encounter any of my students at, since the bouncer actually enforces the law. None of my students are twenty one. I get all of the freshmen. This last year of teaching nearly made me quit. Usually, mu classes are a good mix of both boys and girls. It made the seduction attempts limited.

A hint of amusement laced his voice. "She was talking about some thesis, but I guess it was an excuse," Professor McClone teased. Sebastian's mind racing, he smiled. "Don't think too much, John. We were working on the Ashwood Heritage research. She wasn't lying," Sebastian clarified. Professor McClonechuckled. "I didn't ask for an explanation, Seb. Just meet her when you come back," Professor McClone said. With a final smile, Professor McClone hung up the call.

“Hey, what's wrong with your face?” “I just... Someone pissed me off.” “That guy over there, huh?” Shanon refused to look at Anthony because she knew Anthony expected her to do that. “He’s an ass.” “You know him? I saw you chatting with him.” "He's my professor on campus." “Wow, you have a really hot professor. How could he possibly teach without getting naughty glances from his students?” “Sorry, Tom. I don't want to discuss it. Give me that drinks, I'll deliver them to our customers.”