Professor Romance Books Novels & Stories

I bit my lip to keep from laughing too loudly, but a quiet chuckle slipped anyway. By the end of the period, I was sliding my books into my bag when voices drifted behind me. “God, Professor Stephan is so fine.” “Right? He doesn’t even look that old. I bet he knows exactly how to handle a lady in bed.” “Mmhmm, I wouldn’t mind being his favorite student.” I scoffed, a humorless laugh slipping out before I could stop it. The girls went quiet and looked at her with disdain. “What’s so funny?” One of them snapped.

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

Making sure I nibbled on his lips. It had started innocently enough. I was a 21-year-old literature major with a crush on my 46-year-old professor that had grown into something much more dangerous. Professor Harden was everything I shouldn’t want. He was married, but he claimed he was separated with his wife. He was powerful, and completely off-limits. But the way he looked at me during lectures… the way his voice dropped when he said my name… I couldn’t resist it. It started with “extra credit” sessions in his office. Then late-night meetings. Then the first time he bent me over his desk and fucked me while the rest of the campus slept.

he gives back my pen and responds with his adorable boxy smile, and I retrieve my pen to continue to work peacefully. I try to solve all the calculation but ends up struggling with my work and not knowing what to write. "do you need my help?" professor's voice passes through my eyes. He bends over me and one hand gets placed on the back of my chair. I feel it touching me and he's now almost guarding my figure by putting his other hand next to my right hand. I don't like this tension, he's too close to me and I can smell his arousing male fragrance which is making me remember that one night's memories, his touch, his face, his voice, everything about that night.

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Behind us Professor Romans' chair scraped the floor and he stood to his feet watching us while stroking his cock. I pulled away from the kiss slowly, removing my hands from Luca’s pants . I turned back to Professor Roman, a naughty smile playing on my lips. “I’m sure the professor won’t mind, righttt sir” I purred, batting my lashes at him. I didn’t wait for a response. I hooked my fingers in one of Luca’s ' belt hoops, turning around and dragging him towards where Professor Roman was standing. I placed Luca right beside him , before leaning forward and kissing the professor hard. His hands flew up undoing the remaining button of my uniform blouse , before tossing it off me.

“It was adorable. He used to hide them behind law textbooks. Thought no one would notice.” Lu turned to me, slowly, disbelief dawning in his expression. “Romance novels?” I kept my face perfectly composed. “It’s called studying character psychology. I was curious how emotional arcs were structured.” Christopher leaned closer to Lu and stage-whispered, “Some of them were very emotionally structured. Especially the ones with the shirtless men on the covers.” I tilted my head, deadpan. “At least they weren’t about knights and dragons like yours.” “Oh they were! But mine had duels. Yours had duels of passion.”

"I told you, I’m over men. I can’t handle any more head-over-heels romances, or whirlwind marriages, or fairytale—" "Whoa, whoa, whoa," she cut in. "Who said anything about romance or marriage? I’m just talking about a little fun." I groaned. "Fun gets confusing real quick, in my experience. Especially when the ‘fun’ in question is our professor." "Oh, please. The man is like a walking lava cake. If I were you, I’d be in his sheets right now, learning practical skills." I laughed despite myself. "Of course you would."

he replied before planting a kiss on my lips, soft and gentle. That alone, made me lose every sense of being caught and I followed him like a lamb following a sheep to an unknown destination. I followed him into his room, and it smelled nice, I could perceive vanilla with a mixture of cinnamon. His room actually looked really nice for a professor, although the books were there but the blue paint and the way he arranged his things made it very attractive or appealing. He didn't waste anytime, he descended on my lips with fervour and intensity, and I returned the same energy. Aura for Aura.

Then take all this to the table, decorating it with a beautiful red rose. “They're ready,” I tell him excitedly, he gets up from the couch without any expression, throws his book at the couch and it falls on the floor, so I go for it and take it in my hands. I was honestly expecting to find a science or medicine book, but what I found was a cute fairy tale book. I just smiled when I saw different classic stories in this book, like Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella, but the doctor called me so I had to put him on the couch. “Miss Jefferson, present me your dish.” He tells me very seriously, while he thinks he is a chef.