Professor Romance Novels & Stories

I'd tuned him out. The memory of being at the pizza place with Kendal was all I could see. He didn't mind my curves, and almost seemed to prefer them. A laugh bubbled up inside of me as the visual of us dancing in the little restaurant that night to a 1950's song moved through my mind. "What's so funny?" Cameron tapped the table in front of him, bringing me back to reality. "I'm falling in love with this guy at the hospital." "That professor guy? You know that's against their code of conduct, Dana. He's a professor. He cannot date a student. Period."

“Because this company literally has a ban? Staff isn't supposed to have any romantic relationships with other staff. You know of this rule, fool. Besides, I'm sure these people already put two and two together to know that we are dating.” “You and I both know that the rule is a joke. There are a lot of people married to each other here. I'm sure some people are fucking themselves, even the executives too. But if you insist, we won't do much of that romance shit here at work,” Anthony said with a shrug of his broad shoulders and went around his desk. “Thank you. Anyway, thank you for the flowers. I totally forgot that today was my birthday. All this stress made me forget,” I said.

“Next time you show up for my class, make sure to be on time. She turns, rotating gracefully as if standing on a turntable. Standing in impossibly tall spiked heels, her leather and tweed pantsuit strains to cover her full, curvy figure. A bit of red peeks out of her collar in the form of a large bow, matching the color of her full, red lips. When our eyes meet, my pens clatter onto the floor, rolling away from me as my jaw drops open. Those gray-green eyes. I’d know those eyes anywhere, they've been haunting my dreams for the last three weeks. “You!” My mystery seductress, the one who took my virginity, is my professor.

My breasts bounced with the motion, jiggling freely, nipples pointing right at him like an invitation. I swear, I heard him actually growl… like a beast ready to feast, and fingers tightened around the edge of the counter, torn between nerves, impatience and want. He blew air on my nipples and then he pulled back. I let out a frustrated whimper, my body throbbing with need. “Professor,” I mumbled wantonly He chuckled, his voice deep and commanding. “For someone protesting before, you seem pretty eager now, hmn?” “I just want you to get it over with so that we won’t be caught,” I forced out breathlessly. Stephan cocked his head to the side and smirk.

I knew that I would obey her like the law until the end of my life. She was my queen, my universe, my world, and my everything. I didn't know what would happen to me if she ever left me, but I think I might go insane. We may have started our relationship in a forbidden way and ended up in pain, but this time, I'll do my best to make sure that our new beginning will end up in euphoria. I am Dashiel Davin Carter, the Psychopath Professor of Marra, and I am her Psychopath Lover. And now, I could hereby say that the class has officially dismissed. The End.

"This is a joke. This whole dinner is a joke. Dad, are you really going to sit here while he insults us with this... this charity case?" "Sit down, Dominic," Arthur said. He looked embarrassed. "Professor Blackwood is a guest of the university." "He’s a creep!" Dominic yelled. He stood up, knocking his chair over. The whole ballroom went silent. "He’s sleeping with his student and you're all just eating your fish like it's okay!" Caspian didn't move. He didn't even take his hand off my leg. He just looked up at Dominic with a bored expression. "Dominic," Caspian said. "You're making a scene. And you’re wrong. I’m not sleeping with my student."

He reached over and grabbed the stack of papers. Her heart skipped a beat and she got a good whiff of his cologne. The both of them stared at each other, a form of heat expanding around them. It wasn't until the door opened that professor Thompson finally pulled away. "Well, Ms.Moore, thank you for lending a hand. I will see you next class and hopefully you're early next time." The man held out his hand and glanced at the person that stepped in. It's Mrs.Laime, she's a Spanish professor. "Oi dios mio. I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was inside." She chuckles nervously.

A student had been sitting right there, asking questions about the syllabus, completely unaware that Ryder was unzipping the professor’s dress pants. Ryder closes his eyes for a second, recalling the musky scent of the man’s arousal, the heat radiating from his groin. He had pulled the professor’s thick, hard dick out and wrapped his lips around the head, tasting the salty bead of precum. The professor had been stuttering through his lecture, his face flushed a deep crimson, sweating as he tried to maintain eye contact with the student while Ryder deepthroated him, taking his cock all the way to the back of his throat.

Seriously, what is happening to me? He turned around and walked to the whiteboard. He started writing on it after picking up the marker. I moved my head down. I don't want to look at him. He is making me crazy. "Oh, my god, Inaya. Our English professor is so hot." Anu whispered in my ear. "You can date him. I'm giving you the green signal." I glared at him instantly. She is saying nonsense. "What? Don't you find him hot?" She asked, raising her brows in shock. I think she has lost her mind. He is indeed hot but that doesn't mean I'll date my professor.

They were able to snag an empty table to actually sit down and fill up on the food they’d grabbed. For a while, Edward was actually enjoying himself. Vanessa was absolutely adorable as usual as he tried all the different things she’d picked out. And she also let Edward feed her a few things off of his plate as well. “By the way, why did you call that guy, ‘professor’?” Vanessa asked looking at Timothy, though she has met Jennifer and knows about her love story still hasn’t seen Timothy face to face. Edward looked up and followed her line of sight and answered, “Long story, in short, he’s the husband of my best friend Jennifer, the one I’ve told you about, and he pretended as our professor wh