The Professor and Me [18+]

The Professor and Me [18+]

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Ally Benson is pretty sure she's going to hell. Because while everyone else in Professor Ashford's lecture is taking notes on Romantic poetry, she's fantasizing about what his moans would sound like. British. Brilliant. Built like a man who knows exactly how to ruin her. Edmund Ashford is pure, off-limits sin, yet Ally can't stop thinking about what he'd do if he knew the real reason she's always shifting in her seat, thighs pressed tight, breath a little too shallow. The situation quickly goes from academically inappropriate to dangerously tempting when she is picked for a once in a lifetime summer internship in Oxford... with him... alone. One summer. One shared home. And one goal: to make the calm, composed professor finally lose control. Ally knows the rules. But she's about to break them anyway. - [FOR MATURE READERS ONLY, WILL CONTAIN SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT]
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𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑨 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝒏...𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 Nova knew exactly what she was doing. Every glance, every offhand comment laced with something just shy of inappropriate-she loved pushing him. And Professor Steele? He was ice in a tailored suit. Distant. Disdainful. A master of dismissing her with a single look. But Nova wasn't blind-he may have played the role of the untouchable professor, but there was something in his eyes when she got too close. The line they danced around for weeks-taunting it, toeing it, pretending it didn't matter-shattered beneath the weight of a single moment. It was gentle. It was careful. It was the kind of night that branded itself into her skin. And Nova-the girl who always played it cool-found herself spiraling. Obsession bloomed like a bruise beneath the surface, spreading fast and deep.

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