Filthy Professor: A Bad Boy Professor Romance

by Amy Brent

  “Completely. I don’t think I’d be able to meet anyone even if I was looking with those guys around.” Holly told him, laughing as she took a bite of her smaller sandwich filled with vegetables.

  “It’s not all innocent, Holly. Trust me.” Aaron warned her, making her narrow her eyes at him. “You’re so different from other girls that they’re going to want to have you…all of them.” He shook his head as she raised one eyebrow at him.

  “I haven’t seen much about you in the media but I’m guessing you were ‘one of them’ at one time?” Holly asked, making his stomach twist as he stared at her.

  “I was a sports figure, Holly.” Aaron said wearily as she smiled weakly.

  “You still are…bigger if anything. I don’t doubt that you have women throwing themselves at you every chance they get. Now you’re an owner and really in the spotlight here in New York.” She shook her head and wrapped her sandwich as she glanced at it with disinterest. “Great. I’m mad at you because you’re so jealous and here I am being the same way.” She met his eyes. “After I was attacked that night, I didn’t want anyone for a really long time. I was guarded and scared, to be honest. I didn’t even go out to dinner with someone if they asked me. Holly’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you. There was no fear, no hesitation. There was just a need to be with you and a trust that I’d thought I lost, which is scarier in some ways than being terrified for so long.” Holly reached for his hand and laced her fingers through his. “Let’s not waste the time that we have being jealous.”

  He looked down where they were joined together as his body indicated that it wasn’t enough. “I’ve never heard a better idea, except for this one.” Aaron told her, leaning over to kiss her as she stilled against him. They stumbled in to put the food in the fridge for later a few minutes into the kiss, with him lifting her against his body to carry her to the bedroom.

  “I swore that I was done with this,” Holly moaned as he dropped onto the bed and pulled her over him.

  “It’s bit of a mess in here. Sorry.” Aaron apologized before kissing her neck as she looked around. The empty bottle was turned sideways on the bed, the sheets wrinkled and messy as her eyes fluttered closed briefly.

  “You really did yourself in last night. Oh god.” Holly murmured as his teeth dragged across her skin. “That explains the picture. Don’t leave marks.”

  “Everyone will know that you’re taken that way,” he growled before her first sentence paused in his brain. He pulled away and stared into her face as she looked back with her cheeks pink and flushed. “Pictures?”

  “Yeah, from when you were trying to get me to come over. I was so tempted. You’re relentless, Aaron.” Holly told him weakly as he closed his eyes and tried to remember the night before. Alcohol and fueled emotions weren’t good for him.

  “Tempted?” He returned to sucking on her skin again, ignoring her reminders to not leave a mark.

  She pulled him closer as she pressed against him, rocking gently as she whispered how bad she wanted him. She told him what she’d done after he’d sent the pictures, making him harden painfully as he gripped her ass hard with his large hands. “Aaron,” Holly whispered as she felt him pressing into her, just clothing between them. “I want you.”

  He kissed her as he pressed her down onto the bed slowly, his hands sliding down her body as his muscles ached slightly from the night before. Hangover or not, this wasn’t stopping and he made fast work of sliding her yoga pants off as she moaned into his mouth. “Need you.” Holly returned the favor by stripping off his shirt, her eyes darkening at the sight of his muscled torso as she threw it to the floor. He kissed her again, slipping his hands under the tee shirt that she’d worn over without a bra, finding her nipples hard and ready for him as he moved down to her neck. “I wish I could’ve seen you last night. I wish I could’ve tasted you.” Holly yelped as he spread her legs wide with his hands, kissing down her stomach. “Maybe I should get you mad at me more often if that’s what it does to you.”

  “No, never again.” Holly pleaded, her hands slipping into his hair as he leaned close to lick her firmly, slowing down in all of the right places. “I’m so close.” He slipped her shirt up, revealing her breasts as he took a look up her body, harder as he saw how close she was to falling apart for him. Aaron slipped his tongue inside of her, stroking her with his thumb as she bucked and jerked her head back. He kept his pace fast and hard, drinking her in as she released with a small cry of his name. Aaron pulled himself jerkily from her, standing to strip off his jeans as she pulled her knees up.

  “Stay there,” Aaron told her in a shaking voice as he kneeled before her, pressing her legs back before he slipped inside of her with a groan of relief. Addiction overtook him as he leaned over and took her slow and deep, making their voices blend as they released their desires. He was fighting his urge as she tightened again, letting out a long whimper as he slid deeper and harder inside of her. “Holly…come with me.” She did as he jerked with it, shooting inside of her as his cock was warmed by her juices. Aaron rocked slowly, whispering her name over and over as she slipped her hands over her thighs to touch his skin.

  CHAPTER THREE

  She relaxed in his arms afterward, lost in a sated daze as he stroked her hair. “Did I really send you a cock pic?”

  “You didn’t look back at the texts?” Holly asked him, giggling against him as she looked into his face. “Did you send any to anyone else?” =

  “I didn’t check but let’s hope not. Every other text was business.” Aaron told her, shaking his head. “I’ve never done that before.” She looked at him in disbelief. “Seriously, I haven’t. Don’t let it get out into the public. There’s already a scandal involved with the team.”

  “What was that one again?”

  “Kid with another woman. He had a whole secret life that blew up in his face. He said he sold because he was close to retiring but I think it was a cop out.” Aaron yawned as he buried his face in her hair, breathing deeply. “I love this scent. I’ve never smelled it before.”

  “I order it on line. It’s only sold at a store in Colorado so I keep it stocked up.” Holly told him, parting her lips as he found them with his own.

  They ended up making love again, her on top as she rode him hard and slow. Aaron was mesmerized as her tits bounced, watching them languidly as he held onto her hips and let her have the control. She leaned down to kiss him as he came with her, their tongues dancing together as she pulsed above him.

  They ate the rest of the sandwiches after an hour of dozing in bed, dressed in his clothes as they relaxed on the couch and watched a movie. “Am I leaving tonight?” Holly asked him softly, causing him to stare at her for a long moment.

  “I don’t want you to leave. Are you leaving with the team tomorrow morning?” Aaron asked her as she nodded. “Are you packed?”

  “Yeah. I did that this morning.” Holly replied, tilting her head at him. “Are you going? You don’t have to as the owner, right?”

  “I don’t, but I plan to for the closer games at the very least. I figure the hotel room is a good tax write off and I enjoy them.” Aaron told her, setting his wrapper behind them on the table he had behind the couch. “It’s a block away from the team one. Want to stay with me?”

  “Aaron…we’d be so busted.” Holly murmured as she pulled him down for a kiss.

  “How? You have your own room.” He argued against her lips, kissing her harder.

  “Did you arrange that?” Holly accused him, making him laugh as he pulled away from her.

  “It’s the rule for female staff unless they room together. It works out pretty well here, I think.”

  “So we’re secret still?” Holly whispered, feeling his eyes lock with hers as he felt her pain in the room.

  “I’m going to find ways for us to be together, Holly. I can’t come right out with it, not for a while but it won’t be no contact. We’ll spend time together and work
on this and make a decision later.” Aaron promised her, pulling her close. “We work together and I am going to take advantage of that as much as I can.”

  She stayed the night in his bed with him, dragging herself out on the morning to get showered and to the bus with the team. Aaron was leaving a couple of hours later, packing as he gazed at the sheets that were torn off the bed absently. He was just driving himself and planned to be there in time for the afternoon practice and some media.

  Aaron had reserved a nice room for this trip with the idea of her staying with him in mind. It had a huge garden tub and big shower and would offer them some privacy from the team and staff. There was always the chance he’d see fans there but Aaron had a plan for them to exit separately, and they could be together in the same place for the sake of the team. He’d thought of everything the night he’d been drinking, missing her too much not to see her anymore. He wasn’t accustomed to these kind of gestures but she was worth every bit of it.

  On the way there, Aaron imagined her driving with him, holding hands as they talked about the game. Of course, in his daydream she’d given up her job as opposed to him sacrificing his. He was willing to support her so she’d never have to work again but Holly wasn’t that kind of girl. She loved her job and he knew that she was stubborn enough to choose her independence over him. He came back to reality as his phone rang, answering using his blue tooth to speak to Pat about some issue. They’d arrived an hour ago and everyone was getting set up in their rooms and some food before they had a practice, with one of the rookies complaining about leg pain. Aaron told him to have Holly take a look at it and see what she thought, ending the call with a sigh as he pressed on the gas pedal a little harder.

  He needed to be there.

  Tanner glanced at Holly as they set up the room in the home team arena, raising his eyebrow. “What’s that on your neck, Holly?” She was wearing her hair in a loose bun on her head and flushed pink at the question as her mouth dried up in anticipation.

  She sipped some water and shrugged as she checked her bag. “I started seeing someone. No biggie.”

  “I hope he’s not a part of this world, or hell…maybe he should be. Your schedule is going to be tough to keep up with.” Tanner whistled as she stared at the towels in front of her.

  “It is.” He seemed to drop it as one of the players came in to tell her about some pain, and she had him hop on the table in his shorts as she pressed against his calf with a frown. “Feels like a muscle. Let me work it out for you.” She continued the work and looked at the young guy. “Are you stretching with your workouts?”

  “Not as much as I should be,” Randy admitted and she shook her head at him with a small smile.

  “Start. Do some yoga here and there to break things up and really get a good stretch in. You guys kill yourself in that gym.” Holly reprimanded him as she watched him nod and scratch his minimum of a beard. “Tell me how it feels after the skate.” She watched as he left the room and glanced over at Tanner. “These guys are my age or older than me and I feel like their mother sometimes.” They both looked up as voices filled the walkway outside of the door, her picking up on the fact that Aaron was here. “Want to watch the practice and see how Randy does?”

  “Sure.” Tanner responded, following her out and to the rink where they were gathered and listening to Pat. Holly took a seat in the first row and leaned forward, sipping her water as she glanced at Aaron. He nodded at her, greeting both of them as Tanner leaned back against the glass behind the player’s bench.

  “Did you get a chance to look at Randy?” Aaron asked her, taking the seat beside her casually as her heart started beating faster. He was dressed in slacks and a white shirt with a red tie today and she had to force herself to stare forward.

  “He’s not stretching like he should be. I told him to update me after practice.” She set her hand between their seats, brushing her fingers against his thigh as she watched him shiver out of the corner of her eyes.

  Nobody was watching them and she dared to glance at him, taking him in with one long hungry glance. Aaron looked over at her, his eyes already darkening as their gazes locked. “Holly.” His voice was a whisper before they both heard his name and looked forward with a slight jump.

  Pat was waving him down to the ice and she watched as he stood quickly and darted away from her, taking a deep breath as she tried to calm the feelings inside of her. The guys really started to skate and she found herself staring at Aaron more than she did the players, feeling like a girl with a crush in high school.

  She knew that this was much more than that.

  Tanner joined her in the seats as they analyzed a few things and made a few comments about some of the shots. After an hour and a half, it was time for the home team to get a chance and she stood slowly before stretching out and closing her eyes. Holly would love a good yoga class right now to relax her but she knew they souled get some dinner before the game so she wouldn’t be tempted to eat junk at the game.

  She was surprised when a few of them went to a local bistro, one of those people being Aaron. He took the seat across from her as they ordered, everyone sticking to high protein meals and water as she nodded approvingly. They had a light meal of chatting and laughter before everyone seemed to sober up before the game. She and Aaron walked a bit slower than everyone else, trying not to draw attention to themselves as she fought taking his hand. “Tonight?” He asked her softly after glancing around to make sure they were alone.

  “Yeah.” Holly told him, watching him slip his phone from his pocket and enter something into it before hers vibrated in her purse. She looked at him as they followed the others into the lobby, dropping her face as she headed to her room to get dressed into her work clothes for the game.

  The arena was filling up as she dealt with the players stopping in to see her for advice or just to talk. Holly was getting close to some of them and she found it comforting that there might be brother figures on this team, since her heart belonged to Aaron. She wished them all luck as she leaned out of the door, telling them to kick ass before she shrugged her jacket on and straightened her bun quickly. Holly couldn’t stand the idea of not watching the game, since she’d always watched Manny’s fights pretty closely.

  She told herself that it had nothing to do with Aaron as she stood by the wall and stared at him talking to Pat near the bench. He was focused on the ice as he made hand motions to the coach, nodding passionately as they seemed to agree on something. She thought he was so hot talking about the love of his life and always had. The way he’d played was captivating and quite the introduction to teenage hormones for Holly, leading her to a few clumsy and realistic experiences with high school boys.

  She blinked as she realized that the crowd was screaming as the teams moved onto the ice, seeing Aaron glance over at her quickly in the pandemonium. Holly smiled and gave her guys positive reinforcement as they moved past her to the sound of boos, something that was expected in an away game. She kept the smile on her face for the cameras that were no doubt filming even though she hated the booing. At the fights, the terms had become downright violent as well as extremely sexual in nature from the women. The signs were all of that multiplied by millions.

  Holly looked over the crowd, seeing several signs promoting the fans team or player, finding nothing too harsh. She preferred this environment and she took a deep breath as she stared over the ice, moving forward to stand against the glass. Randy looked good and she confirmed silently that he was likely slacking off in his work outs as she moved onto the other players.

  Once the puck was dropped, her adrenaline as a therapist kicked in hard. Holly watched all of the movement on the ice closely, breathing in relief a few times when guys managed to get up from being down on the ice. She was in good shape but she’d never understand how these guys bounced back from some of their injuries. Aaron had several that he didn’t recover so well from and she let her glance pass over the people around her to where he stood behin
d the players, his eyes locked onto the action even as she picked up on the scowl that lightly graced his face. He turned his head to meet her eyes and the adrenaline that they were both feeling turned into a dangerous heat as she felt her breath hitch in her throat. The professional in her wavered as she considered taking him back into the empty parts of the arena where they could do all of the things that their eyes screamed for. Her thighs ached and her nipples were pressed against the sports bra that she wore under her shirt, needing teeth and lips against them. Holly forced her eyes back to the ice, feeling like her need could melt the ice around her as she tried to see the players but the crowd broke out in screams as something loud filled the air. She saw her guys celebrating and it registered that they’d scored the first goal as she raised her own arms in celebration, still feeling the heaviness of her breasts underneath her clothes.

  The game ended with a three goal lead and some happy and healthy players walking by her as she smiled and slapped some of their gloves. Holly had been achy the entire game and she wanted to be in Aaron’s room with him as soon as possible, barely registering the game. Thankfully, there were no injuries to be concerned about but she made a mental note to pull her shit together so she could do her job properly if there had been. This was dangerous.

  The locker room was loud as she headed to her room, not wanting to go in there and see things that she didn’t need to see. Aaron would love that. Walter was the first to come in, picking her up and twirling her in a hug as he held her against the post-game clothes that they wore to greet the crowd. “Did you see that goal?”

  Which one? The first, second or third? “I did. Very nice, Walt!” She’d grown close to the captain and preferred this nickname to the use of his last name as the other players used. “What are your plans?”

  “Food and drink. Want to come?” Walt asked her and she didn’t know what to say. There were too many things to consider and she felt relieved as some of the others popped into the room. Walter crowed again as she laughed.