Forbidden Professors Boxed Set: A Forbidden Professor Student Romance Collection

by Penelope Wylde

  She slides the window down, her plump bottom lip between her teeth.

  Oh, this is going to be a problem. Fuck me. I want to reach in and scoop her into my arms. Worse yet, I know where this is heading and I’m about to lead temptation through my front door because there’s no way I’m leaving her in this dark parking lot or sending her back to wherever—or whoever—gave her the now darker bruise of her cheek.

  She raises her voice over the rumbling thunder. “Funny, I was going to ask you the same question.”

  There’s no humor behind the tight smile she’s flashing.

  Her eyes are red and puffy like she’s spent the last hour crying in her car. Damn it to hell, seeing her weakened and afraid makes me do the one thing I know will be the end of me.

  I break. Not all the way but enough to have my hand on the handle of her door.

  I grew up in a home where gentlemen treated women like ladies and that is as ingrained in me as the need to serve and protect.

  But I can’t blame what I am about to do on anything other than my own driving need to touch, possess and protect the soft, angelic creature looking up at me like life has kicked her in the stomach one too many times.

  Water drenches my dress shirt the second I shrug off my jacket.

  “Unlock the door, Amber,” I command in a gruff voice, and she rapidly obeys. With jerky movements that probably make me look like a mad man, I fling open her car door and reach in, scooping her light frame into my arms and tucking her safely against my chest. Touching more than just her hand for the first time and feeling her tiny body shiver against me has the rage of a warrior unleashing inside me.

  “Hurry and put my jacket over your head, sweetheart.” Not that it’s going to do much good. Her flimsy blouse clings to her ample breasts, and I can see the dark tips of her nipples through the soaked material. Her jeans fair no better, and she’s chilled to the touch.

  She does as I order, and I quickly carry her over to my truck and slide into the driver seat with her on my lap.

  “What are you doing, Dean Spencer?” she asks in a whisper, but in the quiet of the cab I hear it no problem.

  With a couple of flicks of a few buttons, I give us more room and then reach for the heater, pointing the vents toward us.

  I take the wet jacket from her and toss it into the passenger’s seat then turn my gaze on her.

  “What the fuck were you thinking coming out here and sitting in the parking lot all alone?”

  Her perfectly bowed mouth falls open. Probably at my choice words. I work hard to keep my reputation clean and formal, but it takes a lot to hold back my natural calling to use foul language. I’m a Marine after all.

  “This might be a small town but you’re young, beautiful and a walking temptation. Why the hell are you putting yourself in that kind of danger by being out here all alone?”

  My eyes are narrowed and I know I have my Marine Corps Captain face on. It’s a habit that comes in handy when dealing with defiant, cocky students. To help ease her, I rub my hands up and down her arms. She relaxes into my hold and settles her weight on my lap.

  A brave façade snaps over her blanched expression and a little by little color slowly seeps into her cheeks. She snorts a bitter laugh. “Because I don’t have a choice, professor… I mean Dean Spencer.”

  I hold a hand up. “Let’s solve the first problem. Call me Maddox outside of school walls. And let’s not pretend we don’t know each other beyond that. It will save us a lot of time.”

  Amber is the good little girl-next-door always trying to do right by others. She’s about to get a very thick, very hard dose of reality.

  “And I want you to know this: you always have a choice, Amber. You should only have to worry about pleasing one person—yourself. I’m going to make sure you understand that if it takes a lifetime to do it.”

  Her eyes register surprise, shock… and something warmer that I can’t think about right now.

  I lean forward and take her chin between my fingers. Her eyes light up in a way that has my dick twitching. “Now, let me hear you say my name, Amber.”

  The yellow light of the parking lot lamp filters through water and glass to highlight the sharp brow she angles my way. And her frown.

  Damn if my heart doesn’t tighten in my chest. This woman has too much of my emotions tied up.

  “Maddox,” she repeats in a stronger voice with a slight sexy rasp around the edges. I didn’t know what to expect hearing my name on her lips, but the shot of blood to my dick isn’t a surprise.

  She reaches up and tucks a lock of wet hair behind her ear. My pulse races when the scent of her shampoo, or whatever it is she’s wearing, mingles with the hot air from the vents to hit my senses. Water has soaked through the fine linen of her shirt and I can see the tips of her nipples like little cherries poking out to tempt the beast in me.

  Lines are getting blurred, and it’s getting harder to keep my distance. Sitting here with her will have repercussions I’ve yet to discover, but one is glaringly obvious.

  Having her this close to me is a very bad idea.

  Chapter Four

  Amber

  No. No No. This is not happening. The power of the man surrounding me says this is very much happening indeed. I’m not sure where Maddox showing up outside my car in the pouring rain sits on my radar and the rule of three plaguing me right now. Good? Bad? A sign all the woo-woo is in my head only?

  Definitely unexpected and oddly welcomed, that’s for sure, but at the same time not knowing twists my insides like a pretzel.

  Is my run of bad luck finally over?

  I earmark that thought with a to be determined label to circle back around to at a later moment. Preferably after some sleep. Right now my brain is hazy, and I would not be doing myself any favors by trying to figure anything out at this late hour.

  Or maybe it depends on perspective, I guess, but looking at him and seeing the seething anger in his eyes I’m firmly toeing the line either way.

  We’re pressed together where our body heat mixes, chasing away the chill of the water. I’m breathing heavy, and suddenly I’m intensely aware of my water-soaked shirt clinging to the curve of my breasts. The fact my hardened nipple juts out isn’t lost on either of us, judging by the hardening of his cock under my ass.

  I shimmy my hips a little, causing his dark lashes to dip ever so slightly. Rippling muscles and warm skin is all I feel when I press the palms of my hands against his chest and turn slightly.

  I go to move a little, but he clamps a dominant, firm hand over my upper thigh before I can budge. “Don’t,” he says gruffly.

  Oh, someone is getting all worked up.

  “Jesus,” he mutters.

  “Maddox…”

  “Just give me a minute, Amber. Don’t move…just…give me a minute,” he orders, and I wonder for the thousandth time what he would sound like in bed.

  There’s an obvious strain in his voice. My heart has a hard time settling into a steady rhythm from the sudden and very real feeling of being in his lap, his arms around me and his lips so near. Not to mention his hand on my thigh. His fingers are kneading the muscle, but I don’t think he realizes he’s doing it. Just something to help him rein in his control. Jeans or not, I can feel the scorching burn of his touch, and it’s like a shot of lust to my system.

  “Let’s start with this and go from there. Where are your parents?” His voice is low, steady and laser-focused like he’s working to keep it all together. “Do they know what their daughter is up to after school hours?”

  What the heck did that mean? His eyes are closed, and I can feel him pulling himself back from me, but news flash. I’m still on his lap, and his dick is still very much in the game even if he isn’t.

  He surprises me by moving me to the side and reaching between his legs. His eyes are wild, and he’s makes sure I’m watching—how can I not—as he repositions his thick cock, and it’s hell on earth not being the one doing the touching.

/>   Through the fog of my brain, I try to remember my practiced go-to answer for his question but come up empty. “The sitting in a dark parking lot lap dripping wet part with my dean’s cock in my ass or the stripping for him part?” I probably shouldn’t tease, but he’s making it hard not to.

  His growl is low and rumbles through him with ease and into me.

  It has me willing to do anything he orders of me.

  When my question doesn’t do what I expect and have him ravishing me, I offer something close to the truth to his. “I have no real idea where my dad is.” I shiver as water trickles down my arms, and he takes it for me being cold instead of repulsed by my own answer, but I don’t make a move to correct his thinking.

  Maddox leans into the space between the front seats. Water has soaked through the material of his dress shirt and molds to contoured lines of sculpted pecs and arms chiseled from hours in the gym.

  He leans back into the seat and his broad shoulders cover every inch of it. Holy shit, he’s fucking ridiculously hot. And why am I thinking that right now? I should be freaking out that I have nowhere to live, not eyeballing the hot, fuckable dean.

  I hear the rustle of fabric and then feel something soft settle over my shoulders that smells of Maddox. Safe, controlled Maddox. The man I have no business wanting. More so, who has no business pulling me into the cab of his truck well after midnight no matter the reasoning behind it.

  I hear a whispered fuck and then he’s tucking the warm material around the both of us, eyes trained on my lips. His breaths as steady and even as the man in front of me is, and I love the feel of each one as they lightly brush against my cheek.

  “Here, this should help.”

  Cold is one problem I don’t have. No, my current problem is that I’m sitting on the dean’s lap and my body’s reaction to him is predictable. Hot and horny when I should be worried and trying to figure out my real problems.

  In the soft glow from the dashboard, I can make out that he has another fresh suit jacket that he’s pulled from the back, and the sudden warmth relaxes me. All my emotions swirls around inside my head and aren’t doing me any favors by a long shot.

  Life is nothing but chaos, and I don’t know how to handle it.

  For some reason that one gesture of kindness sets off a stream of tears running down my cheeks. Strong fingers curl tenderly around my neck, and he gently pulls me into his warm chest. I rest my head in the crook of his neck. I’ve been on my own for so long, I don’t know how to handle the sudden burst of emotions that collide inside me from his kindness.

  “God, I’m sorry I’m a mess tonight. I swear I don’t know why I’m crying.” I intake a harsh breath, then the worst possible thing happens.

  Ragged sobs tear from me uncontrollably.

  I’m shivering as much from the cold I now feel as from the events of tonight.

  “Don’t worry about it. Cry all you want. You’re safe here, and we have all the time in the world.”

  There’s a firm truth in his words, and I realize I’ve never wanted anything more right now than to feel safe. And wanted.

  When I finally settle down enough and wipe at my eyes, he pulls me back until my watery gaze meets his.

  “Sweetheart, I need you to try again. Tell me what is going on. Why are you out here all by yourself? Where is your family, your loved ones? People who care for you?”

  He speaks softly and close to my ear in a hardened, controlled tone that says more than what is actually coming out of his mouth. Growing up with a volatile father who flips from doting and loving to raging mad has taught me how to read between the lines and note changes in character fast.

  Maddox is pissed and is working hard to control that anger for my sake. Only I don’t feel threatened. In fact, I feel sorry for whoever will be on the receiving end of his wrath.

  Another round of tears well and threaten to send me off the deep end again. I fight for control and win, but only barely.

  “There’s no one,” I mumble against hard muscle. I press my hands against his chest and push myself up until I’m staring him in the eyes. His hands never leave me, and I take all the comfort from the warm feel of his touch on my chilled body that I can get. This moment won’t last long.

  I give an abridged version and try not to sound as exasperated about the subject as I feel. “My father is back in SoCal. He’s out of rehab and managed to get himself arrested for what I have no clue. No doubt something to do with the addiction problem he has. I got kicked out of my apartment, and you already know everything else.” I pause, sitting back. “If you don’t mind, can we drop this line of questioning? The night is already crappy enough.” It’s obvious my one-time professor comes from a background of money and revealing my troubled family to a man like him makes my cheeks burn.

  “And your mother?” he pushes gently.

  I shrug past the stab of pain. “Dead from alcoholism.”

  I try to ease off his lap, put a little distance between us, but he tightens his arms around me. I don’t want to give up the heat and comfort between us so I don’t resist. He cups his hand around my neck and draws small, lazy circles over my pulse point in rhythmic strokes.

  I hear a ragged “fuck” as I watch him grip the wheel of the truck with his other hand.

  With little effort he tips my chin, and when I raise my gaze to his I find his brows furrowed and the suspicious look back in his eyes. He eases his massive size closer until the blurred side views of the parking lot fade to nothing but him. He’s hovering over me, reading my expression as I try to read his, only the dean is way more skilled at hiding his true thoughts than I am, that part is obvious.

  I slide my hand over his cheek and moan from the feel of light stubble against my palm.

  I wet my lips, and his attention darts to the tip of my tongue. The whole day had spiraled out of control but right now, with his lips hovering near mine and with the hungry look in his eyes, I feel calm.

  “Professor,” I start but I don’t finish. His lips are on mine, my words lost to the feel of his hands caressing my breasts beneath his jacket as he devours my mouth. Hard and claiming like the man is. I open when he strokes his tongue over the seam of my lips, and he sweeps in hungrily, stroking over my tongue. He’s memorizing the feel of me it seems and I’m doing the same to him.

  Something breaks the second his lips touch mine, and we both lose control. All the wanting and not having has shot my last nerve and I’m taking everything I want right here right now. it’s no secret I want Maddox like I want to live. Life is dull and colorless up until this moment. Every day doing the same thing, denying myself happiness, thinking it should only come after I’ve worked long and hard for it.

  But this, he, makes me happy in this moment, and I’m going for it however fleeting the time together may be. I never thought I’d lose my virginity to my dean in the cab of his truck but my imagination clearly needs work.

  I gasp and moan with hungry surprise when his cock jerks under me and I drive my hands deeper into his hair as he does the same to me.

  Maddox brushes his thumb over one cherry hard nipple and then the other, causing a jolt of live current to rocket straight to my clit. Fiery surges of need take over, and I can’t hold back the shuddering whimper barreling up my chest from escaping my lips. Hot liquid pools between my legs to drench my panties. This is really happening, and I can’t wait for him to spread me open. Show me how a man loves a woman.

  From the way the veins in his neck pop, I can tell Maddox feels the shock of electricity between us too. I mean, it’s obvious I’m not the only one breathing heavy here. The steam on the windows shows the obvious. Things are heating up—and confession time—I’m ready for the next phase: experiencing a Maddox induced orgasm.

  Everything about Maddox makes me feel safe, secure and wholly consumed with the need to feel every inch of him touching every inch of me.

  He growls into my mouth.

  I reach down and pop the button to my jeans an
d have my hand under the band of my panties and fingers stroking my wet clit before I realize what I’ve done. There’s no going back from here.

  It doesn’t take much to have me panting and writhing on his lap, and the feel of his very aroused dick is driving me crazy with want. When my finger slips into my hot, dripping slit I finger myself and circle my throbbing clit with the pad of my thumb, working the tiny ball of nerves in quick circles.

  I break away from our kiss. “Maddox, it feels so good. Hot. I need you.” My head falls back, my blood shooting like a fiery rocket through my veins. I’m drowning in my own pleasure and my one lifeline is Maddox. I’m showing him what I’m willing to give, and he’s taking it all in.

  He buries his hand in my hair and tugs, making me cry out when he takes my mouth again with his lips.

  “Fuck, Amber. What the hell… son of a bitch.” He breathes out, pulling his lips from mine as if mad, but I know better. His hard cock and clenched jaw say he’s as turned on and as horny as I am right now. Only he can’t give in to temptation the way I have. Rules have never gotten me anywhere. Why not break a few now?

  Hearing him swear tells me he’s close to losing the battle against his self-control. Why he’s holding back I don’t know, but I’m going to help him see what he’s missing.

  “Maddox. Please!” I beg.

  Watching him watch me masturbate on his lap is the hottest thing and proves to be the last straw.

  The sound of my zipper and the feel of his hand peeling back the lacy band of my panties and replacing mine pulls a gasp from me.

  His other hand is on the back of my head, pulling me in. His lips devour my moans, and I open, letting him in, taking the kiss deeper.

  He cups my wet pussy and when he drags his rough, thick finger between my folds and over my clit, I shudder in ecstasy.

  Finally, I want to scream. The pleasure is intense and so good. I had no idea someone else’s hands on me could be this powerful.