Student Professor Romance Novels Novels & Stories

We laughed and then my eyes fell on my hottie professor. He's looking at us suspiciously. "Now I want more details about your master professor." As Anu said excitedly, I looked at her. "Wait, first let me message him." She nodded and I typed the message. Me: You won't believe it that Anu and Cabir are also in a BDSM relationship My hottie Professor: It would be unbelievable for you, but I had already doubt on them. Me: What? How?

"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.

It made me jittery. “So, Sandy. From tomorrow until the next month or two, we have to go on dates and act with PDAs to fool the public, that includes at work.” I blinked. “But there's a ban on relationships between staff.” “Pfft. Do you think that rule stops those people from fucking each other at work? There are at least ten of my staff married to each other, still working for me. So, I'm sure they won't be mad that their COO is dating his assistant. Besides, aren't you the one who claims that there are rumors of us fucking each other?”

"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.

Already, she could see the lust floating unhindered in the air; the female students were already going gaga. “Good morning everyone, I’m Professor Noel. I will be taking you on the biochemistry of the human body.” Clean voice too. Many pants were really going to be dropping soon. She didn’t think the man would be oblivious to them for so long. Girls could be very creative when they were seeking people they were desperate for. And even though she sensed that the man was only attuned to her, she wasn’t moved by it, nor did she behave like she was aware of it. Kaden would have the professor’s head if Jutul should report the matter to him.

Rosita says, displeased hearing Fachri's story about what Airin experienced on campus, making her upset that Via became the subject of mockery. "I have reasons, Mi. For doing all of this. It's not just about bringing her or how." Fachri slumps onto the sofa. He is truly tired today, a common experience for lecturers when their students start working on their theses and semester exams. Especially when he's taking care of Via, as Airin left her to handle various matters.

Lisa and Florence answered at the same time " That's Michel and Vanessa,,, Michel is most brilliant male student while Vanessa is the most brilliant female student. But when you want to compare,,Vanessa is really nothing beside Michael,, so Michel is the most brilliant in Golden High. He's also the hottest,,but many students doesn't seem to know who's more handsome between him and Rowan,they are both hot. But ,,,," " But what??" Lisa asked. " They are rivals,,,, they hate each other so much that even the teachers are fed up,,They always fight anywhere they meet each other,,, they are both good in soccer,,but in the end,they will always fight,, nobody knows the reason why they are like that

How could Greg, of all people, say this when they have seen first-hand how pretentious people can be in their years as cops? “The Professor has lusted after me from the moment he saw me, his student,” She said, dismissing all the doubts that had crept into her own mind earlier in his car. “I know he is smooth, and he even makes me doubt the allegations several times a day, but three different young women came up with those charges, three, all from different school year. And he is now heading in that same direction with me.” She paused to catch her breath. “I want to believe the other students fortunately did not get too close enough to him to find out who he really is.”

“Always yours, professor.” He carried me to the small leather couch in the corner of the office. Laid me down under the golden lights. Climbed over me. Kissed me again—softer now, slower, endless. We stayed tangled—sweaty, spent, glowing. The house stayed quiet around us. The fairy lights burned on. Golden. Steady. Roleplay over. But the claim never ended. Husband and husband. Professor and student for a night. Lovers for life.

“It was adorable. He used to hide them behind law textbooks. Thought no one would notice.” Lu turned to me, slowly, disbelief dawning in his expression. “Romance novels?” I kept my face perfectly composed. “It’s called studying character psychology. I was curious how emotional arcs were structured.” Christopher leaned closer to Lu and stage-whispered, “Some of them were very emotionally structured. Especially the ones with the shirtless men on the covers.” I tilted my head, deadpan. “At least they weren’t about knights and dragons like yours.” “Oh they were! But mine had duels. Yours had duels of passion.”