Page 32 of Hot Professor (Tainted Professors)

I can't contain my grin as I lean over and whisper in Ivy's ear, “Let's start over. On our terms this time.”

Ivy steps forward, and my heart drums a wild rhythm against my ribs, wondering what she plans to say to him.

“Dean,”she calls out, and he pauses, his hand on the door handle, reluctance etched into the slope of his shoulders. “You don't get it, do you?”

He turns, his eyes narrowing, all the authority of his position wrapped around him like an expensive, well-tailored coat. But she's no longer a freshman quivering at the knees. With my hand resting on her lower back, I share every ounce of strength and support for whatever words she intends to impart before we leave this office.

“Discretion?”She snorts, and it's so unlike her, yet so cute, that I'm rolling my eyes. “That's not going to happen.”Shereaches for my hand and laces our fingers together. “Because I love him. And I want the whole world to know.”

The dean's jaw works as if he's trying to form a comeback, but in the end, he gives us a curt nod and opens the door.

As soon as we're out in the hall, away from prying ears and curious glances, she whirls on me. “What just happened?”

I chuckle and slip my arms around her waist. “Well, Ivy Kendrick, English Major, we decided to write our own story. And it's going to be one hell of a love story.”

Epilogue

Ivy

Somebody, please pinch me.

I can't believe I've finished my first term in New York.

I can't believe I've fallen in love with my hot professor.

Harrison reaches for my hand, squeezing my fingers as our flight is about to land in Ohio. “Nervous?”

I'm bringing him home to meet my parents. They know I'm coming but don't know I'm bringing a guest. I turn my head and grin as I look at him, amazed he's mine. When I first saw him at the front of the lecture room, all the girls in the class panting for special attention from the cute young Professor Ashe; I never imagined I would be the winner. That he would teach me so much more than famous authors and poets.

He taught me how to love.

“A little.”

“Do you think they'll like me?”

I'vetold Harrison about my parents and my sheltered upbringing. I warned him they wouldn't be openly hostile but might take time to warm up to him. They didn't support my leaving home to begin with. They certainly didn't plan on me meeting an older guy and losing my virginity in the few months I've been away. “They're going to have a million questions.”

Harrison lifts our joined hands presses a kiss to the back of mine. “You have nothing to worry about, Ivy. I'm a big boy. I can handle it.”

His deep voice vibrates through me, shivers claiming every inch of my body. I smile at the memories we've already created: the first time we kissed, him pushing me up against the books in the deserted library, my first time with him on his desk in his office, our sightseeing trips, and then hours in bed afterward in his penthouse.

In January, I'm transferring to another class. Even though he told the dean his colleague marked my work, and it was verified, we decided the optics weren't worth the fight to stay in his class. Thankfully, the other professor also agreed to take me on as her TA. Harrison and I are now free to be a couple in private and in public.

I can't help but think about last night at his apartment. He'd told me he needed one more night with me before leaving for Christmas at my parents' home. Knowing Dad, even if he and Mom accept Harrison in my life, he won't allow us to be together under his roof, and we respect that. We'll have to be creative while we're in Mount Vernon. Maybe I can finally check out the local make-out spots I never had an opportunity to find when I was a kid.

But right now, all I can think about is how he cradled my head as he guided me, showing me how to pleasure him. My name like a prayer on his lips as he fisted my hair and urged me to go faster. His moans as he came down my throat. Then afterward, as I rode him, sliding up and sinking down on his cock while he sat on the couch in the darkened living room of his penthouse apartment, snow falling slowly outside the wall of windows, his Christmas tree lit with white lights casting a warm romantic glow from the corner of the room.

“I know what you're thinking.”He whispers into my ear as the plane starts its descent.

My cheeks flush.

He chuckles low in his chest, and if public displays weren't frowned upon—and we didn't have to remain in our seats with our seat belts fastened and tray tables upright—I would have straddled him right there, frantically moving up and down on his lap as the wheels hit the tarmac.

The plane lands, and while we are taxiing to the terminal, I work feverishly to focus on something less intimate. I don't want Mom to take one look at me, and… Let's just say I want her to like and welcome Harrison because I can't fathom any other option.

After we grab our bags from the baggage claim, we start for the exit hand in hand, and although I’m fearful of how this will go, I’m also excited. I’m bringing home my boyfriend. I purposely did not tell Mom exactly when the flight landed, so I'm more than a little surprised when we step outside, and I nearly run her and Dad down as they head inside.

“Mom?”

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