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He asked, horror evident in his voice, and I gave him a sexy look. “You will be a father, but to me, you are ever going to be my naughty professor, and I will forever be your slutty student; that's our forbidden love story.” “You missed one more qualification, a sexy housekeeper for her hot professor... you are the full package that I didn't subscribe for, but I got anyway.” He whispered, and he kissed me hard on the lips, while I stroked him gently, and my breathing was ragged when I felt his cock hard on my hand.

God, I couldn't believe I had been fantasizing about my professor. It was weird. I had never been that kind of girl. I was never a fan of romance or eroticas. I preferred books or movies with strong heroines chasing their dreams. The ones where they turned down the male lead who totally had the hots for them in pursuit of a fantasy life they had in their head. And suddenly I was the girl in a raunchy W*****d book who had a crush on her hot professor. Ugh. I really hoped I didn't see him today. He might find out the kind of thoughts I was thinking about him and laugh in my face.

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"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

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.

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

He seemed like the outdoorsy type, with lightly tanned skin. He can be our cowboy, I’ll ride him anywhere, anytime, Maya murmured. I watched, stupefied, as he unloaded a satchel at his desk at the front of the room. His desk. He’s the professor. The hot one Ally was drooling over last night. And now Maya is drooling over him too. I’d be willing to bet the professor at the front of the room was the subject of a lot of fantasies. I’d never had a fantasy about any of my teachers before, not even that music teacher. I never really fantasized about anyone except TV superheroes. And even then….

he said as if he were reading my mind. “Holy shit,” I mumbled, tightening my hold on the cup. “Well…let’s get this show on the road. As you know, I am Professor Elias Grey, and it seems there has been some sort of…improper pairing. My wolf and I recognized us as mates, but nothing will come of it,” he insisted. A brow slid to my hairline. “Improper pairing? Is that a fancy way of saying that the Moon Goddess made a mistake? I hadn’t expected you to be so blasphemous.”

He did not stop her, and she did not stop walking even though she had not come here with her car. She walked past the front door where another guard had replaced Ray. She continued walking down the hill, in her sky-high heels, her head swimming with a million thoughts. Valentina, Lica, Bryce, but top on her mind was the Professor. What was this sexual tension between them? Was that what it just was now, or was it more? She had never even felt this for Aiden. Why did she then feel this with this Professor, who was perhaps just five years younger than her own father, and had a horrible reputation?

Expensive floral perfume followed her into the room, thick enough to almost suffocate the air itself. “Professor Green,” she greeted smoothly, offering me a dazzling practiced smile that never quite reached her eyes. “You wanted to see me?” “Sit down, Miss Sandy.” She settled gracefully into the leather chair opposite my desk, crossing her legs elegantly. Completely relaxed. Completely confident. She believed she had already won. “There is no issue regarding the submission itself,” I began calmly. “Your manuscript was remarkably thorough. Especially the analysis regarding logistical instability during the Third Lycan Era.” Sandy smiled wider immediately.