Novel & Cerita Professor Romance

“Sooo… was that really Professor Kieran?” I sighed. “Yes.” She gasped, eyes wide. “No way. He gave you a ride?” “It’s not what you think,” I said quickly. “It was raining. He offered. That’s it.” Sandra gave me a teasing grin. “You know, it doesn’t have to be nothing.” I shot her a look. “Sandra.” “What?” she said, hands up in mock surrender. “He’s young, he’s hot, and so is Dante. Honestly, Lessie, if I had professors like that, I wouldn’t be complaining.”

he said, his voice hoarse, “was not just sex.” She chuckled, still breathless. “No. It wasn’t.” “I mean, it was great sex,” he elaborated, pushing a damp lock of hair from her cheek. “But also more.” Lena looked at him, really looked at him. There was no trace of the smug professor. What was left was the man who had the class where he studied her, the man who knew what drink she preferred, who touched her in a way that made her feel as if she mattered.

"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.” My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his trousers. It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge. "Professor, please—" "Shut your mouth." Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.

Mia reminded me gently. “A professor who’s going to be mine,” I corrected her. “I just need a better strategy.” I grabbed my laptop and opened I*******m, typing his name into the search bar. It took a few tries—apparently there were multiple Dr. Romans in the world—but finally I found him. @professorromans. Private account. Only 847 followers. Of course he would be private. Of course he would be selective. Even his social media had standards. I sent a follow request and then, because I was impatient, I started scrolling through the few public photos visible on his profile.

"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.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

Seb" Rowan called as he looked up from the phone he was holding. "Hmm,am all ears" "I just got a reservation in a hotel downtown,I think you should calm yourself a little,so I will make an appointment for you with chóle." Rowan chipped in as he hoped Seb accepted the request he was really a hard one to deal with. "And who's chòle?" Seb questioned staring at Rowan with his magnificent gray orbs. "Um she's actually a sex worker,but no worries she's still fresh" "a sex worker hmm…you've gotta be kidding me."Seb scoffed as he couldn't believe Rowan was hooking him up with a prostitute.

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He turned and caught me staring. His dark eyes darkened further. He stood slowly, towering over the desk, and took the books from my hands. His fingers lingered against mine again, deliberate this time. “That skirt,” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending heat pooling between my thighs, “violates at least three sections of the student dress code, Miss Blake.” My breath hitched. He was so close I could see the faint scar peeking above his collar, the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity burning in his gaze. For a moment, the cold, indifferent professor mask slipped, revealing something hungry underneath.

"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."