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The way he said dripping made my clit throb. I raised my hand again before I could stop myself. “So in your opinion Professor what separates the literary fantasy from something that could actually happen? Say right here in this room. Would the spark feel the same if the professor looked at a student like he wanted to bend her over the desk after class?” The room went dead quiet for a second then a few nervous laughs broke out. Marcus’s gaze snapped back to me sharp and intense. He stepped closer until he was only a few feet from my seat. I could smell his cologne something woodsy and masculine that made my mouth water.

"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."

The hallway around me blurred, and all I could hear was the deafening, frantic roar of my own heartbeat in my ears. The words didn't have my name on them. There was nothing up there screaming to the world that I was the one fucking a professor, but since I was involved in fucking one, I got scared. Really scared. What if someone had managed to see Nick and me and was trying to pull a fast one on me? I didn't want that to happen. How would people see me? Worse, Nick would lose his job. A romance between a professor and a student was clearly forbidden. It wasn't allowed. Nick and I weren't even in a relationship. We were just fucking, which made it worse.

“On the contrary, Zaria. You’re the one who should stop hoping. Professor Damian already has a girlfriend. Wake up. Stop living in your fairy tale, Sleeping Beauty.” Zaria bit the inside of her cheek. Inside, she growled. Even without you saying it, I already know. “You need to open your eyes wide, Zaria,” Anna continued, folding her arms. “Professor Damian is nice to you because he’s a lecturer. He’s nice because it’s his job, not because he likes you. So be aware of that.” Iris clicked her tongue, staring at Zaria mockingly. “You really think too highly of yourself.” “Daydreaming is fun, but still…’ Portia continued to play with her hair as she finished mocking her. “...reality matters.”

It’s the same as when a movie was terrible but I couldn’t leave things without finishing them, so I stay to the end and complain every second of it. “Its similar. But I enjoy the times when he is dominant professor.” He chuckles. “I can’t tell you what to do. You are stubborn and strong willed. But if hasn’t worked out all these while..” I sigh and sink into his body. “How long ago did you even have sex?” “Why does everyone keep asking me that?” “Because. Now answer.” “A long time ago. I become disinterested once their kiss does not feel as good as his.” I sigh, remembering my professor's expertise in kissing.

He held my gaze for a beat too long, then turned to Peggy, dropped a kiss on top of her head, and headed for the door with a wave. Peggy watched him go, then turned back to me with a knowing look I didn’t care for at all. “You two are close for a professor and his student.” I chuckled, brushing it off quickly. “He’s your grandson. I’m just being polite.” “Mm-hm.” She picked her coffee back up, clearly unconvinced but deciding not to push it any further for now. “Polite. Sure, dear. We’ll call it that.” I busied myself wiping down the counter that didn’t need wiping and tried very hard not to think about how much warmth still lingered where his fingers had brushed mine.

His gaze landed on her, but he showed no reaction, merely continuing his lecture as if nothing had happened. Heather kept listening to the gossip. Another student jumped in to defend him. "That's ridiculous. The professor is a normal guy. I've even heard that he has a fiancée abroad. Rumor has it that she's an heiress with serious connections."

the woman said bluntly. Caspian was silent for a moment. He took a deep breath, his eyes closed for a few seconds. He seemed to be deep in thought. "You know, romantic relationships between professors and students are forbidden, right?" Caspian finally spoke after a moment of silence. “Really? I never knew that,” the woman replied, confused. “People will think you approached me just to get good grades,” Caspian said firmly. “But I really like you, Professor. It doesn’t matter what people say, as long as I love you.” The woman continued to insist.

I stumble back, dazed. "Professor Orion! We demand answers! Why is your student with you in your holiday cabin?" "What is the nature of your relationship with this student!" "What do you have to say about the sex for grades accusations?" "There is a report of your reputation that holds water to that accusation. What do you have to say for yourself?"

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.