Professor Romance Books Novels & Stories

She bit her lip, her submissive nature urging her to yield to whatever he needed to say. He nodded, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek. "Okay, but it's a very delicate ground that we're on here." "I know." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "For one, students and professors shouldn't really, you know, see each other. And two, I'm married. It just sort of happened." "Things don't just sort of happen. Obviously, I provide something your wife clearly doesn't." There was a spark of confidence in her words, but it was laced with the vulnerability of her devotion to him.

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next

Probably because I and David are closest to the front. "We talked on the qualities of a good book" I said and he smiled in appreciation. "That said, I urge you all to the get the novel, Romeo and Juliet" he said raising a book up for all of us to see. "I thought it was midsummer night dream this semester?" I asked David. That's what the scheme said. "He is the professor' David shrug and I looked ahead. "My name is Jacob Astor. You can all call me Prof. Astor. " the new Professor said before turning to the board and writing literature.

“I showed up and saw you sitting in the front row. I recognized you from your photos. You said you wanted to meet, and now we have.” Jade didn’t know what to say or do, she just played with the cross hanging from her neck. “You told me you wanted to know what the relationship was like, yet in public you deny the validity of it.” He said, breaking the silence. “You parrot your feminist talking points you have heard your whole life, when you want nothing more then to experience the other side. It takes a lot more than you realize to give yourself to someone, body, mind and soul.” Jade sat there, her heart racing. She had wanted to meet him, to learn from him, to see what it was like. But now h

"I wasn't planning to go to the newspapers with news about your disastrous one night stand anyways. But just so you know, you and the big, bad professor are definitely going to get horizontal again." "Eww." "He's hot. You could do much worse." She waggled her eyebrows. Professor Buford wasn't just hot, he was a work of art. Tall, lithe, with high cheekbones, perpetually messy hair, those intense grey eyes and the expensive looking clothes that tapered to his body. It was unfortunate that he was a grade A asshole. I understood that his career could be hurt if what we had done came out, but he didn't need to keep me quiet with threats.

“I don't agree with what Eliana said." The professor glanced briefly in my direction when my name was mentioned. “Tell us why that is," he said to Oliver. Oliver was still glancing at me when he answered. “With everything that happened in the story, it was clear that the boy would have been wasting his time if he kept on hoping that something would happen between him and the girl. She didn't even show any form of interest in him during their brief encounter.” The professor allowed several other people to give their opinions on the book and then he went on to recommend another book to be read. Our eyes kept meeting all through the class and at one point, he held my gaze for so long that I fel

I was going to be sick. All those romance novels she loved, the ones where the heroine hastily fell in love with some dangerous man who had a dark past, suddenly weren’t very sexy when it was real. When the danger wasn't metaphorical. When the blood he had on his hands wasn’t just a metaphor. I’d seen him shatter bones the night before. Saw him break another man’s leg, without a second thought. And the worst of it, what had my stomach turning with something I didn’t want to be calling revulsion, was that I wasn’t disgusted.

I giggle inside. “No, just reading. I was waiting for you.” I place the book on the nightstand and turn my attention to my beautiful professor. I straddle him, and he grasps my waist, his darkened gaze fixed on me. I lower my head and kiss him. He’s surprised, but I take it as a positive reaction. “Naughty girl,” he murmurs between our lips, but I don’t let him say anything else. I bite his lower lip. “Quiet. I’d like to finish my meal.”

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

It forced him to be late to join Velia in bed. Lucas walked slowly, not wanting to make any sound that could disturb her sleep. You look tired. Lucas took his place on the side of the bed. He gazed at Velia's peaceful face and stroked her hair. Tired? That one word managed to bring a faint smile to Lucas's face. He remembered the romance in his office earlier that day. How enjoyable it was. How passionate. It would surely be one of the love affairs Lucas would enjoy. And perhaps Velia felt the same way.