by Bianca Cole
Filthy Professor
Bianca Cole
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Contents
1. Logan
2. Sasha
3. Logan
4. Sasha
5. Logan
6. Sasha
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Epilogue
Also by Bianca Cole
About the Author
1
Logan
I tap my pen against my desk as I read through the student list of my first class for the semester. I’m teaching a Junior British Literature class.
I’ve never taught most of the students in the class before, so I’ve got no idea what to expect from them. All I can hope is it’s not full of dimwits. I’ve had my fair share of classes where only a couple of the students were intelligent, or even interested in the subject, and it’s so frustrating. They think English Lit is an easy A. Well, not on my watch it isn’t.
I run a hand through my hair and take a glance at the clock. Ten minutes until I need to be at the lecture hall, which is on the other side of the campus. I shut down my desktop and shift to grab my briefcase, ready to go when a knock at my office door sounds.
My jaw clenches. “Come in.”
The door opens, and my stomach twists. Dean Alison is standing in my doorway. “Dean, how can I help you?”
“Logan, do you have a minute to discuss something?”
I glance at the clock again. “I’ve got a class starting at nine. I need to get over to the other side of campus.”
She steps inside and shuts the door anyway, not taking the hint I’m pushed for time. “This won’t take long.” She walks past me and sits in the seat opposite my desk. Despite being eager to get away, I walk around my desk and take a seat.
She adjusts her glasses a further up her nose and glances at me with her stern dark brown eyes. “I wanted to check that you received the sexual harassment memo I emailed you.”
I frown at her and sit up straight in my chair. “Of course, I receive it every year.”
She clicks her tongue. “Yes, but did you read it?”
Why the hell is she quizzing me on a sexual harassment memo? “I have read it in the past. What is this about?”
“There have been some key changes to the policy.” She twirls a finger in her short blonde hair. “I’m doing the rounds and making sure the male staff here are aware of the consequences of getting involved with students or other staff.”
Male.
That’s rich, considering it takes two to tango. As if women aren’t also sexual beings. “Is this because of what happened between Elaine and Roger?”
The dean’s lips straighten, and her eyes narrow. “Indeed, it was a disturbing event.”
Last year, two classics professors were caught fucking in a lecture hall. They’re both in their fifties, and Elaine was spread out on a desk while Roger fucked her. A student was mentally scarred after walking in on them.
They were both dismissed. The worst thing about it was they were both married and had children. In this town, it was a pretty huge deal, and everyone in Wynton was talking about it for months. Anything that happens here in the city fuels the gossip wagon.
I nod my head. “Well, you have nothing to worry about with me.”
She clasps her hands on top of her knee. “I’m not sure whether that’s true, Logan. You’re the youngest of our staff. I’ve heard that a lot of the female students take a particular liking to you.”
I run a hand through my hair. “Are you suggesting that I’d jeopardize my career over a student?”
She stands and walks over to my side of the desk, running her hand over my shoulder. My body tenses as she touched me. Considering she is here to grill me on a sexual harassment notice, it’s an inappropriate move on her part.
“Of course not, Logan. I’m suggesting it would be a good idea to read through it.” Her eyes travel down my chest far too slowly. “Maybe we can grab a drink tonight, and I’ll fill you in on the changes.” She winks.
Is this seriously happening right now? This woman is insane. She just told me to be certain not to break sexual harassment rules and then breaks them herself.
The dean is an attractive woman, but there is no way in hell I’d ever go there. For one, it’s against the university policy to be involved with your boss. For two, she’s married to a decent guy who I’ve met several times. I’ve not got a problem with older women, but I’ve got a problem with adultery. She’s in her fifties and has teenage kids that go to high-school close to here.
I frown at her and shift my chair away. “I don’t think that would be appropriate, considering what you wish to discuss.” I raise an eyebrow at her, and she doesn’t seem to click on to what I’m getting at. “Not to mention, I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
The smirk on her face fades. “Fine, just make sure you read it.”
I nod in reply, and she glares at me for a moment before turning on her heels and storming out of the office.
Weird.
That’s the only word to describe that fucked up conversation. I glance back at the clock, and I’ve only got a few minutes until class. I’m not sure if I’ll make it over in time, but I grab my briefcase and head out toward the lecture hall.
I rush across campus, dodging students left, right, and center to get there faster. The building comes into view, and I head in through the entrance. My footsteps echo off the walls as I rush down the corridor toward my class.
The dean’s pointless intrusion almost made me late for my first class of the semester. I enter the lecture hall with all of one minute to spare and head straight down to the front to get my lesson plan out. Students continue chatting amongst themselves as I write my name and the name of the class on the blackboard.
When I turn back around to face the class, it feels like time slows down. My eyes are drawn to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set my eyes on as she walks through the door into the hall.
My mouth goes dry as I watch her bound down the steps, her dark brown hair in curls around her shoulders. She’s tall, with long creamy legs shown off by her short black skirt. Her breasts bounce around in her too-tight top with each step she takes toward the front of the hall.
Her eyes meet mine, and my heart hammers out of my chest. A tingling in my balls ignite
s the moment our eyes meet, and I clear my throat, trying to regain my senses. Only once she sits down in the seat right in front of me, next to a blonde girl, do I tear my eyes from her.
I look anywhere but at her. “Hello, everyone. Welcome to British Literature Studies. I’m Professor Tanner. You should have all read the syllabus by now, so don’t expect me to go over it and waste class time.” I move to grab my copy of Ulysses off my desk. “Please get out your copy of Ulysses by James Joyce.”
There are a few groans of disapproval as the class rustles about, grabbing their copies out of their bags. Every year I start with this novel. If they think this class will be easy, they’ve got another thing coming. None of my classes are easy. I may well be the youngest professor at the college, but I’m sure as hell make up for it with high standards for my pupils.
I scan the room and find my eyes drawn to the brunette at the front of the class again. Her full, red lips part as she slides the end of her pencil between them. I groan at how turned on I am right now and watch the way her tits move as she leans to whisper to her friend sat next to her. Her tight top gives me enough of a teasing glance at her perfect, perky breasts.
I lick my lips and force myself to look anywhere but at her. After the conversation about sexual harassment with the dean and now faced with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, my cock thickens in my pants. My balls ache for release.
It doesn’t help that the dean brought up the desk sex fiasco, as it’s all I can think about right now. The image of me bending her over my desk and fucking her hard flashes into my mind. I swallow, trying to remove that amazing image out of my mind.
It’s impossible to tear my eyes away from her. The seat she is in is right at the front and directly in front of my desk, which is going to be distracting. She’s breathtaking.
I clear my throat and tighten my grip on my copy of Ulysses. “Who here has read this book before?”
A number of the students raise their hands, including the brunette. “Okay, well, you lot will have the upper hand with this book. Those of you that haven’t yet read it better try to catch up, because it’s a tough book.” I try to scan my eyes across the entire room evenly as I speak, but I keep finding my attention drawn to the girl at the front. It’s impossible not to stare at her.
This is the first time in my six years of teaching here that I’ve ever been so attracted to a student in my class. To be honest, it’s the most powerfully attracted I’ve ever been to a woman, inside or outside the classroom.
My dick is straining against my boxer briefs, leaking precum into the fabric. It’s ironic, considering the sexual harassment lecture I received from the dean before this class.
She glances up at me with her big, baby blue eyes, and I can barely think straight.
As I continue the lesson, I steal glances at her. I can’t seem to help it. Now and then, her eyes meet mine, and I hold her gaze for longer than I should. Each time, she’s the one to look away, because I can’t.
What the hell am I doing? I can’t get caught making eyes at a student. Sure, there’s no policy against finding students attractive and looking at them. The problem is I’m pretty sure my cock wants me to do much more than look at her.
2
Sasha
The rumors are all true. Professor Tanner is the sexiest professor I’ve ever seen in my life. Scratch that, he is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, period. He is insanely good looking, to the point that it’s distracting. If I were to take a guess, I’d say he was in his early thirties. He has dark brown hair, which is longer on the top and shorter on the sides. His eyes are a dreamy blue color that you could lose yourself in.
I’ve noticed because I’ve caught his eyes a few too many times. And, his body. Well, don’t get me started. He’s built. Even in the suit he is wearing, you can see his muscles bulging in his fitted shirt. The sight of him makes my mouth dry, and my panties wet.
He is the youngest professor at Hendall University, but also the hardest. The rumors about him being a hardball must be true. Apparently, he doesn’t take any shit.
It seems like a bit of a dick move to grill us on James Joyce in the first class of the academic year. He didn’t even bother going over the syllabus, expecting us to know it already. It doesn’t put me off fantasizing about him, though. It makes him even more appealing.
I can’t stop wondering what is under that tight suit. I’m hot under the collar watching him as he paces up and down at the front of the lecture hall. My eyes can’t ignore the impressive bulge in his pants, either, as he stuffs his large hands into his pockets. The thought of those big rough hands roaming my naked body flash through my mind. Then, the image of him bending me over his desk and punishing me for being naughty.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t be fantasizing about my professor in the first class of the semester. Not to mention, I never have a problem with keeping my hormones in check. Why the hell am I getting so hot over this man? This is not a good sign. I should be focusing on the class.
I’m staring at him when his gorgeous eyes meet mine again. “The girl at the front, what’s your name?”
I gulp hard, suddenly painfully aware that everyone’s eyes are on me. I’ve not been listening to a word he has been saying this entire time.
Shit.
“M-My name is Sasha.”
His jaw clenches, and his eyes flash with a fierce look. “Sasha,” he repeats my name, and damn does it sound hot when he says it. My thighs clench as an ache ignites between them. “What do you think about the question?”
What was the question? This is what I was worried about. I haven’t listened to a word since the class started. I’ve been too busy thinking about him fucking me to listen. I glance at my best friend, Ally, who shrugs. “I-I’m sorry sir, I didn’t hear the question.”
He shakes his head and steps closer to me. He takes three strides, and he’s towering over my desk. He’s tall. About six foot four, and if I thought he was gorgeous before, this close, it’s impossible not to tremble under his intense gaze. “Sasha, if you’re going to do well in this class, then I need your full attention.” He narrows his eyes, leaning forward. “Do you understand?” His voice is almost a growl.
I swallow before nodding in response. I can’t say a word. Little does he know, he has had my full attention from the moment I walked into the lecture hall. The problem is it wasn’t on what he was saying but on his sexy muscles and the huge bulge in his pants, which I’ve been staring at a little too much.
The way he just spoke to me so dominantly makes me want him more. He’s so commanding. It only adds fuel to my wild sexual fantasies that I can’t seem to stop playing over and over in my head.
He turns away from me, finally. “You.” He points toward the back of the room. “The guy in the baseball cap. Can you answer the question?” I follow his gaze to Jack Ashford, my ex-boyfriend.
He’s about to get a load of shit for an answer because Jack’s head is full of sawdust. “It’s about two guys walking around Dublin.”
I shake my head and sigh to myself. Jack is an idiot. I’m not even sure why he’s taking English Literature. I’m sure it’s just because I am.
The word around campus is he wants to get back together—or more accurately, get in my pants. Not to mention, people reckon English Literature is an easy A, but there’s no way it will be with him teaching the class.
Jack is more delusional than I ever believed if he thinks he will be going anywhere near me or my panties. He can’t seem to get the fact we will never happen through his thick skull. I broke up with him at the end of last semester and for a good reason too. I walked in on him balls deep in a freshman at a frat party. It stung when I caught him, but I was relieved I dodged that bullet. We’d been dating for all of four months, and the entire time he was pushing me to have sex with him.
I shouldn’t have dated a jock. In fact, I’m not sure why I agreed on our first date. I think it was Ally pressuring me to lose my vir
ginity. Yeah, I’m a virgin. I know it’s ridiculous, considering I’m twenty years old and a junior at college.
It’s not like I haven’t done other things with guys or got myself off plenty of times. I’ve done everything but had a guy inside me. I just never got to the point where I wanted the guy enough to let him fuck me.
It’s not for sentimental reasons. Jack’s hot, but he was so pushy and immature around me. I’ve always found myself more attracted to men older than me, like the professor. The thought of having my first time with a guy who has no idea what he’s doing is a real turn off.
“Hey, what was that about?” Ally whispers.
I frown. “What?”
“It’s not like you to space out in lessons. Are you okay?”
I shrug. “Yeah, of course. I’ve got a lot on my mind.” My gaze returns to the man at the front of the class, who is staring right at me. My cheeks flush, and I look away.
She leans toward me. “Were you daydreaming about our professor? He’s so hot. I’d let him do anything to me.” She giggles.
I feel my face turning to fire. “No,” I lie.
She shakes her head. “Then why are you blushing?”
I shrug. “All right, you caught me. He’s hot as hell, and I was thinking about him fucking me over his desk. Are you happy?”
She giggles. “Yeah, you were. You seriously need to get laid. Otherwise, it will affect your work.”
I shake my head. Although, deep down, I’m wondering if she’s right. I’m a horny mess in class over my professor. Maybe I do need to get laid. Ally’s been on at me about losing my v-card throughout my freshman and sophomore year. She thinks it will help me loosen up. I’m not sure why she thinks it’s such a big deal. I don’t want to fuck any of the frat boys or jocks. She seems to insist that it’s not right for a junior in college to still be a virgin.