Forbidden Professors Boxed Set: A Forbidden Professor Student Romance Collection

by Penelope Wylde

As a graduation gift my men made a big show of moving me into a brand new house we’ve made into a beautiful home to welcome our first little bundle of joy. In fact, I have about thirty minutes to catch up on all the gossip with Rosalee before both Elliot and Samuel swing by to take me shopping for a beautiful hand-carved crib I spied in an antique shop last week.

  Oh, and Thomas Cane. You won’t believe what the grade-A asshole did over spring break. Not a week after our parking lot incident he tried his special moves on another chick back in L.A. while visiting his big shot NFL daddy. Turns out the chick was an undercover cop. You don’t need me to tell you how that turned out. But I will. The news plastered his pretty boy face all over the news and the black shiner he sported made lovely makeup for his stay in jail. Last I heard he plead guilty and is serving a two-year sentence for aggravated assault with a hefty fine as a pretty little bow. After some pressure, Dean Winslow of BU also submitted the report Elliot and Samuel wrote to the school board and that tacked on another six months for multiple counts of assault with the intention of forced sexual acts.

  Karma is a fucking bitch.

  A chime goes off behind me and I look up to see Rosalee’s face redden. Over my shoulder I catch a well-dressed professor that looks more fit to be in a Russian gang than walking the halls of Blackthorne University and I grin, turning back to Rosalee.

  I tap a finger on the table. “Well, well, well, how the tables have turned.” My friend still has a half a year before she graduates and from the look on her face, she has the hots for the new psychology professor who just walked through the coffee shop’s door looking like he invented sex in her eyes.

  “Oh, no, this is different.” Rosa shakes her head vehemently.

  My eyebrows shoot up and I purse my lips in a way that says I’m not buying her excuses. “Really?”

  “I can’t, Emberly.”

  “Why?”

  She is damn near eating her fingernails she’s so nervous. “Because there’s something I haven’t told you.”

  I set my tea down and take my friend's hand, all joking aside. “What? Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. But—”

  She pauses so long I’m about to shake her for an answer.

  “He’s not only my new psychology professor and thank God for that. I never thought Mr. Cobbs would retire.”

  “Stop stalling, Rosalee!”

  “Okay okaaaay. He’s also the founder of BU. How would it look if I were to get cozy with him?”

  I take in the heavy breathing and the fire in my friend’s eyes as she rakes them over her untouchable love interest, and I can’t help the smile and evil plan formulating in my head.

  The bell rings again and I wave to my men. I lean my heavy belly forward and whisper loud enough for only my friend to hear.

  “I. Dare. You.”

  The End

  Epilogue

  Emberly

  Five years later

  I recline on the plush leather sofa in my brand-new office and marvel at the hard-earned diplomas on the wall. It took a while with having a baby and just life all around to arrive at this point. Five more years of college and countless hours of lost sleep to be exact to earn my PH. D in psychology. But so worth it. My dream of finally helping others has become my reality and a sense of pride fills me as I take in my new practice. Cream-colored walls welcome my patients, dark mahogany shelves hold down the opposite wall from the sofa and a hand-carved desk positioned near the windows offers a wide-open view of New York City below as I work.

  It’s beautiful with all the twinkling lights and gives me a sense of peace.

  Though I put in the hours, I know I didn’t get here alone. My men were by my side the whole time. Still are. Without them and their support, I might not have made it this far. I know I wouldn’t have made it this far. My mother would have made sure of it as soon as her meal-ticket dumped her for a younger, thinner version two years into their marriage. That was a disaster. Thank God I was well out of her reach by that time and with a life of my own.

  Beyond the windows, I take in the night sky and the shining of city lights. After graduating from BU Samuel and Elliot moved us into a beautiful home large enough to fit a growing family, but we didn’t stay long. We had our sweet baby girl, Emerald, there but two years later we were Big Apple bound. All the commuting to and from school cut into our family time and none of us liked that so we moved. Best decision we could have made.

  Sam and Elliot transferred to NYU and we all make it home for dinner now. Speaking of…my stomach rumbles at the idea of what Samuel promised for a celebratory dinner. Stir-fry and all the sautéed pineapple I can handle.

  I glance at my purse where another surprise is tucked away. I take out the pregnancy test and turn it over in my hands before slipping it back into my purse. We’ve been trying for the last year for another baby and I finally worked up the nerve to pick up a test during lunch.

  “Is the doctor available for one last patient?”

  “How about two?”

  Two dark-haired men push through my door and I sit up, smiling.

  “I wondered when you two would show up. It took you five minutes longer than I expected. I didn’t even bother getting ready to leave. I knew you’d show up. I even timed you.”

  I hold up my phone and give it a little shake to show them the timer I set the second the last patient left and my assistant withdrew for the night.

  “We’re soulmates, baby. You know everything about us.”

  “And you seriously timed us?”

  A hungry glint flashes in their eyes and I’m suddenly wet for my two husbands. Both move in unison to cross the office, neither bothering with the door.

  “You can thank the babysitter for us being late and Emerald. She wanted another bedtime story before she would let either of us come pick up mommy.” Elliot pushes past Samuel and I see he’s carrying the dinner I was promised.

  “For the new doctor…” He sets two full bags on the small table by the sofa and the aroma has my stomach growling.

  I stand. “Thank you, sweet baby Jesus! I’m starving.”

  “First,” Elliot swoops his arms around me and plants a hard kiss on my lips. “I missed you today.”

  And just like that, I forget all about the food. Elliot has all my focus. From the light stubble to the way his jeans snuggly fit his large form.

  “I missed you too.” I touch the tip of my nose against his and lean a little more into his strong arms, letting myself just be for a moment.

  Strong hands grab me by the hips and I’m twirled away from one husband into the arms of another.

  “Where’s my kiss, beautiful?”

  I laugh, unable to keep it in. “Demanding much?” I tease giving the hungry man what he wants. I don’t and Samuel will have me pinned to the desk until I do. I’m half tempted to go that route.

  Maybe later.

  “Better,” he says and slowly steps away to set a bag of what looks like drinks down beside the food.

  I reclaim my spot on the sofa and slip off my high-heels. “Did Emerald have a good day at pre-school?”

  Elliot’s face drops. “She’ll tell you all about her new boyfriend and new best friend when we get home. The latter I like. Cute little lady with pigtails and freckles who loves sharing cookies. The other is already trying to hold our girls’ hand.”

  “Yeah, that’s not happening. I’ve decided our girl isn’t leaving the house until she’s twenty-one. We’re homeschooling.”

  “Good idea. I like that. Or better yet, she can go to school with us.”

  Samuel and Elliot look at each other like they’ve got all this raising a girl thing figured out. I just laugh. The next thirteen-plus years of our lives are going to be interesting, to say the least. I almost feel sorry for them, but I let it slip away. Our girl will be just fine with her daddies by her side. Just like me.

  Samuel slides in behind me on the sofa and Elliot pulls my legs over his lap. Wrapped in their arms I
finally feel the weight of my first day drift away.

  “I figured If I time you now, I can have a better head start and be ready.”

  “Ready for what, baby girl?” Samuel always has a way of making me feel like that fresh college girl looking at him and his best friend to pop her cherry. We’re way past that now, but I still love being their girl all the same.

  “This.” I widen my legs inch by inch, my skirt riding higher the wider I spread. The second Elliot realizes what I’ve done he’s on his knees in front of me. His hands glide up the length of my thighs and Samuel catches on real fast that I have ditched my panties in the anticipation of their arrival. I knew they wouldn’t wait for me to come home. Impatient and possessive is the best way to describe my men and they aren’t shy about who knows it.

  Samuel’s busy fingers are loosening the button to my blouse and finding my nipples the very second Elliot’s mouth lands on my pussy. He starts licking me in long slow strokes just the way I like and I’m panting before he’s ten seconds into working me.

  Elliot pushes two fingers inside me and finds my g-spot, working them in and out in a rhythmic motion. The wet sound of my entrance getting pleasured fills the quiet office space. Even after all these years together my men make each time we have together special in some way.

  And they didn’t fail me now.

  My legs tighten around his head and I buck against his hot, eager mouth.

  Suckling my clit between his hot lips coupled with Samuel working my tight nipples is all it takes to make me reach my peak.

  I bite my lip to keep from screaming as my release hits me hard.

  Samuel thumbs my lip from between my teeth. “Scream for us, baby. No one to hear your sweet cries but us and we want them all.”

  When Elliot flicks the tip of his tongue over the nub between my wet folds making another wave of ecstasy roll through me, I let my passion for them carry through. Gasping and moaning I hold nothing back. There’s never been anyone else who has caught my eye or affection besides my men. My heart swells for them more each year and I know they feel the same way. It’s in the way they care for me and our small family. In how they are always there for me after a long day and me for them.

  Every muscle in my body tightens before releasing from the best climax. I swear. Or it has been one trying first day at the office. Maybe a mix of both.

  My men know what I need when I need it and they are not wrong this time. Elliot looks up the length of my body at Samuel and I’m pushed up to my knees my clothes are gone—bra, panties, everything in seconds.

  They’ve mastered silent communication and all for my benefit.

  “It seems you’re needing a different kind of medicine from the doctor than what I can prescribe on a slip of paper, boys,” I add an extra dollop of sultriness to my tone and Samuel is growling by my ear.

  “Yes. And to make it perfectly clear, no one gets the medicine we’re about to give our girl.”

  “Except our girl. Now on your hands and knees, baby, and let us take over for a while.”

  When I do as they command, I look up into Elliot’s eyes and all I find staring back at me is pure love. He’s looking at the fine white lines of my stretch marks from having Emerald and the extra weight I’ve kept around my hips after childbirth and his cock his hard for me. The length bobbing in front of my lips with a thick white drop of cum on the crown.

  “What?” I ask, smiling between them when they don’t move to take me.

  Samuel leans over me, the heavy girth of his cock nestled between my ass cheeks. “You’re more beautiful every day and he can’t stop looking at you. Neither of us can.”

  He pauses and I angel my head toward him. “We love you, baby girl. Now and forever.”

  “I love you both, too.” I reach for Elliot’s hand and he slides his large hand into mine, our palms gliding against one another’s.

  “It’s been five years since our first time in your office. I guess it’s only fitting we baptize mine?” I wiggle my ass and get a hefty slap on the cheek for my efforts.

  I gasp and push back with a moan. “Don’t tease!”

  “Our girl wants to get naughty, Sam.”

  “That is the plan. Let’s not leave her wanting.”

  Samuel wraps his arm around my waist and I’m pinned against him, his shaft gliding through my juicy folds before he nudges my entrance and sinks balls deep with one long thrust.

  My mouth opens on a gasp and Elliot is right there to take advantage of my surprise. The salty taste of his pre-cum on my tongue is delicious and I slurp up my fill as he sinks into my mouth.

  Filling me with their heavy girths both men work my body. Samuel buries his face in my neck and rakes his teeth along the sensitive skin. His tongue flicks out to caress my pulse point and my wet channel tightens around him.

  “Fuck, whatever you did, do it again,” Elliot grunts. “She sucked back and nearly made me lose my load and see heaven all at once.”

  “Really? Show me, baby.”

  Samuel pushes to his knees and turns me around—Elliot gliding into my hot core as Samuel takes my mouth. The taste of my juices on his cock is sexy as hell and I’m licking him clean from root to tip and down again.

  Every day we have together is another chance for us to show each other just how much we belong to one another. The chaos of the day washes away and it’s just us.

  Gentle fingers brush aside my hair and Elliot repeats what Samuel did, making me hollow my cheeks around his hard cock.

  “Yes!” He shouts right before a gush of hot cum fills my mouth. I swallow down every last drop until his throbbing cock softens in my mouth. He slowly pulls out and I lick off the head making sure to not waste a single drop through my heavy panting.

  Behind me, Elliot smiles against my shoulder. “Now it’s your turn. I think tonight we’re going to make another baby. Even if it takes all night long.”

  Samuel is on his knees by the sofa, his strong fingers slipping between my folds. One press of a finger and my walls clamp around Elliot and my climax bursts through me.

  I scream, my whole body trembling. I have nothing to worry about. Samuel is there holding me up. Elliot gives one last thrust sending the sofa banging into the table knocking over my purse as he finds his release.

  Ropes of hot cum coats my walls and I arch my back so nothing escapes. I guess that makes me just as greedy as they are.

  He falls over me and takes us down to the cushions.

  “I don’t think I’ll look at this sofa again the same way.”

  “Our little secret,” Elliot whispers in my ear.

  “What’s this?”

  Samuel holds up the white and pink box that spilled from my purse.

  I smile cocooned in Elliot’s warm arms. “You know how Elliot said he wanted to make another baby? Even if it took all night long?”

  Elliot pushes up to his elbow and I turn so I can see both and the surprised hopeful expressions on their handsome faces.

  “And?” Samuel urges, eyes locked on mine.

  I laugh softly. “We already did.”

  I take the test out and hold up the wand to show the two stripes. “Come Christmas we’ll be welcoming another baby.”

  Samuel clutches his chest before coming in for a kiss. “Please God have mercy on us and let it be a boy.”

  Elliot strokes a finger down the side of my cheek an odd mix of love and awe in his eyes.

  “What?” I ask in a whisper.

  Samuel scoots closer and brushes the back of his knuckles over my cheek. “Thank you for picking us. Thank you for letting us love you and for being the woman who completes us.”

  “And thank you for loving us and making us the happiest men in the world.” Elliot moves down my body to place tiny kisses over my stretch marks.

  They lean in and each kisses me.

  “Don’t think either of you is getting out of the all-nighter you promised.”

  “We’ve never broken a promise. We don’t p
lan on starting now.”

  Five years ago I needed saving. Maybe not like a damsel in distress, come slay my dragons kind of saving but saving all the same. I needed to be loved and wanted and they did that for me; made my soul complete. I’ve done the same for them and our family is about to become bigger from that love.

  “Take me home, loves. I need my men.”

  The End.

  I’m torn between what I want and what I need.

  What I need is money. I'll do anything to stay in school, so when hard times hit a friend offers a few questionable options that can put fast cash in my hands. I can either shimmy my sweet curves on stage or take it high-class and auction myself off to the highest bidder.

  What I want is him. Dominant, powerful and utterly off-limits Professor Blackthorne. Losing my V card to my irresistible, dark-eyed professor checks all the boxes for me because when I look into his troubled, haunted eyes I forget every reason why I shouldn't want him.

  But when my wishes land me in the private suite of a mysterious masked, dark-eyed stranger, I get more than I bargain for and can only hold on for the ride when my desires become everything I ever wanted.

  Author's naughty note: Sweet and filthy down to the last word! We're talking slightly over-the-top, forbidden romance with a touch of insta-love that's extra dirty and sweet. If that's your jam, you're going to love this one! As always this is safe with a HEA & NO CHEATING!

  Chapter One

  Rosalee

  When the world you know is about to change you feel it.

  Or at least I can.

  But I didn’t see this coming. Not in a million years. And never intended to be where I am right now. I don’t want to be some dropout who will only dream about what I could have been. I don’t want to be known as the has-been wannabe either. The fear of being either of those things is what drove me from my warm bed this morning. That and the fear of starving—or worse, letting my family down.

  My stomach grumbles from the decadent scent of all the doughy delicacies being laid out in tall glass cases along the front of the bakery a block from campus. Whoever worked the floorplans for this place knows a thing or two about location and demand. Tease sleep-deprived college kids cramming for exams with bubbly apple pie and caffeine and one might as well own a gold mine.