Student Professor Romance Books Novels & Stories

“But the power imbalance alone creates concern.” Concern. “As faculty, you are the authority in that classroom.” “Yes,” she said evenly. “Which is precisely why nothing happened.” He steepled his fingers. “Even so, when a student publicly expresses sexual interest in a professor, it raises questions. Especially when that professor specializes in—” he paused delicately, “—public scandal.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “I teach political history.” “And you are now part of a narrative,” he said. A narrative. She almost laughed.

Lucien Pov "What do you want?" I ask. I'm swirling in frustration—Professor Miranda just had to come in and ruin the moment. I walk around and settle behind the desk, jaw tight. "What was that about?" she asks. "Don't tell me another one of these female students came to seduce you. I could help you talk to—" "Professor Miranda, I don't need your help in handling my students." I just needed a distraction from my straining erection, and her chirping bickering tone wasn’t helping. I hate when those girls throw themselves at me, but I wouldn't mind if Sophia Carson did. That... that’s just a fantasy.

please I love and appreciate your comments. I gladly like to hear what any of you might say With that all out of the way, I hope you enjoy this book ❤️WELCOME TO THE BOOK❤️ ✨In love with my professor ✨ I sighed loudly as I'm sitting outside the building on a solid bench. My hand was holding a book, which was your college book it's a book my future depending on it. I did so many works and struggled a lot with assignments still it wasn't enough.

He asked, horror evident in his voice, and I gave him a sexy look. “You will be a father, but to me, you are ever going to be my naughty professor, and I will forever be your slutty student; that's our forbidden love story.” “You missed one more qualification, a sexy housekeeper for her hot professor... you are the full package that I didn't subscribe for, but I got anyway.” He whispered, and he kissed me hard on the lips, while I stroked him gently, and my breathing was ragged when I felt his cock hard on my hand.

The ring fit Esme’s finger like it was made for her. My thoughts scatter as the next professor steps onto the stage. Mr. Grumpy. The teacher that got insanely more handsome, a lot due to my expert skin and hair care. Maybe all the sex is helping him boost his testosterone, as well. 'The most eligible bachelor' the whole school calls him. Jace looks infuriatingly good in a tailored suit, shoulders squared, every bit the image of authority as he takes his spot next to my brother. They're almost glued stuck to each other. When we went on holiday, they called each other every day.

“Why is that a bad thing? If he’s studying here, then you guys can pick up from where you left off, right?” I sniffed and shook my head at her. “No, Jenny. He’s not a student here. He’s not studying.” “Then what is he doing here?” She asked slowly. “He’s a professor. He’s my History Professor,” I explained, more tears streaming down my face. “His name is Ian Grant.” “Shh I don’t care about his name. What did you just call him? Your history professor? Fuck…that’s… that’s fucked up!” She rubbed her forehead.

I say as I take a few of the strawberries, they are huge, I smile to myself, I have to thank Lady Rockbell. Soon we were cuddled on the sofa, and it’s not a big sofa, yet it works somehow, our bodies meeting in the most comfortable way known to man as we feed each other ice cream covered strawberries. He went for the medium one in the end, he doesn’t complain when I share with him. “What’s your current favorite book?” I ask, His body literally vibrates with excitement, making me chuckle, and he launches into a spiel, telling me about this book he was reading currently, a romance novel about a student and her professor, Her Professor’s Pet is the title, and obviously I am intrigued.

He added. “Why would I say that?” Nikki asked, keeping her gaze turned away from the professor. “Because I am sure I am just being egotistical, and everything is in my head.” Thorn offered with a slight scoff. At that, Nikki looked at him. “Oh?” she asked. “Yes.” He scowled. “I don’t like any of the female professors on campus because I constantly feel like they are trying to get me to sleep with them.” He revealed. Nikki had to hold back her chuckle. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but I feel like they throw themselves at me no matter how I respond.” He complained. “So, I go out of my way to seem disinterested in them, thus causing them to respond unpleasantly to me.”

And my gay best friend right here had fantasized about Chadwick a lot, despite he had his own boyfriend. Gabriel walked over to Chadwick, leaning his hip against the island. "Professor Chadwick. You remember me right. I am Gabriel, your student. I have a huge crush on you, a wild one actually." I wanted to die at that very instant. How did I forget my best friend was a fucking radio without control. Of course he would approach our professor in one swing. I looked at Chadwick, whose expression had turned into a burning furnace of rage. Gabriel was always so bad at reading the room.

"Professor—" "Third problem." His fingers left me abruptly, and I whined at the loss. The sound of his belt unbuckling made my stomach flip. "You’re impatient." The zipper followed, the rustle of fabric. Then, thud. Something heavy landed on the desk beside my head. A book. "The Eros Discipline." His voice was a smirk. "Ever read it?" I shook my head, my cheeks flaming. "Pity." His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back so I could see the cover—a woman bound in ropes, her body arched in submission. "It’s about a professor who re-educates his student. Sound familiar?"