Hard Lessons (She's Off Limits Book 1)

by Avery Kaye

  Hard Lessons

  She’s Off Limits Romance, Book 1

  Avery Kaye

  Novel Mind Books - New Adult Romance

  Contents

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

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  About the Book

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  You Tempt Me

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  About the Book

  She’s untouchable. Forbidden fruit. Completely off limits.

  Kelsey Steele is my student. And my employee. And more than fifteen years younger than me. I shouldn’t be thinking about throwing her over my knee and teaching her a whole different kind of lesson. The private college I work at has strict rules about professor-student relationships.

  But…I. Can’t. Stop. And I won’t.

  Warning: This filthy, totally unrealistic (but sweet) short story of May-December forbidden love may make you actually like math (I know, right?!). 1 alpha math professor + 1 virgin student = 1 hot, dirty Kindle melter. Now that’s this girl’s kind of math. But I warn you, this is total fantasy. If you’re looking for something realistic, try a biography. Standalone. Safe. NO cheating! HEA.

  Are you looking for campy, uber-naughty insta-love stories?

  Looking for short but satisfying stories, with a hero who deserves his happily ever after and would never cheat on his woman?

  Look no further! Avery Kaye promises to deliver exactly what you want! Short reads with plenty of sexy times, all your favorite romance tropes, and to-die-for heroes who make sure their women are satisfied...in all ways.

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  I imagine her standing before me, here in my bedroom, wearing the short little dress she had on the night of the party. “I’ve been bad,” she tells me.

  “Come here,” I command, patting my knees.

  She looks nervous and excited as she slowly creeps toward me. Her face is flushed, her nipples hard. I see them poking at the thin fabric. She isn’t wearing a bra. “I’m sorry for being bad. I won’t do it again. I promise.”

  I know she’s lying.

  “Now.” I watch her move closer.

  She stops. “What are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to teach you a lesson. A hard lesson.” I motion to my bent knees. “Here. Ass up, belly down.”

  She bends over, resting her upper body on my legs. Her head dangles, her long hair obscuring her view. In this position, her dress creeps up. The bottoms of her delectable ass cheeks peek out from under it. I feel her heartbeat throbbing, her chest inflating.

  She’s breathing fast. She’s excited. Nervous. On edge.

  So am I.

  “Have you been spanked before, Kelsey?”

  “No. Never.”

  She’s going to enjoy this.

  So am I.

  I slide her dress up. She’s wearing a thong.

  Her smooth ass takes my breath away. It’s perfectly round. Perfectly unmarked. For now.

  I’m going to leave my mark on it.

  I grasp the waistband of the thong and rip it. The useless garment falls to the floor. Now she’s completely uncovered.

  Bare bottom. Bare pussy.

  My heart hammers against my breastbone. I’m going to make this so good for her. She’ll beg for more.

  I smooth my hand over her silky, white skin. There’s not a single flaw. None. It’s a pristine canvas. Mine to paint. Her back arches, thrusting her ass higher, and I slide my hand down, over her pussy. It’s wet. Wet and ready. Hot. Slick. Perfection. I will bury myself in that pussy someday. But not now. No.

  I lift my hand and bring it down with controlled force. The sound of the strike is just loud enough to make my cock jump. She startles, wriggling and whimpering. A pink flush infuses her skin.

  “Some girls don’t learn the easy way, do they?” I ask as I strike her luscious ass a second time.

  “No,” she whispers, her spine arching more. Yes, she’s enjoying this. I knew she would. “They don’t. I don’t. Teach me.”

  “I’ll teach you.” I smack her other ass cheek, turning it pink too. Both globes are marked now. By my hand. I cup her hot, wet pussy. “Now, open your legs,” I demand.

  1

  Kelsey

  Math sucks balls.

  I know, I know, you’ve heard that before. Hell, you’ve probably said it before. Almost everyone I know has said those three words at one point in their lives.

  So, no big surprise, right?

  What you wouldn’t expect to hear next is that even though I hate math, I’m a math major. Yep. Math major. And I despise math. More than I hate liars (which I detest). Or even winter (which I loathe more than anything…except math of course).

  So why am I a math major?

  Two words.

  Jordan.

  Conners.

  Who is Jordan Conners?

  I’ll tell you.

  Professor Jordan Conners is the person responsible for the massive uptick in female math majors at my school, a puny private liberal arts college in the middle of BFE Michigan. That’s who Jordan Conners is.

  How has he managed this impossible feat?

  While some say he’s a total dick (a statement I would agree with at times), he has the face of a god, the body of an underwear model (from what I can tell), and the smooth, cultured voice of a late night radio DJ.

  In short, he’s so hot girls flock to his classes.

  Adding to his allure, rumors abound about the guy. About his alleged divorce and his many affairs. Are they true? Who knows? Either way, they give him this mysterious geeky-bad-boy edge.

  One thing is certain: I’ll never find out if he’s married or divorced. Or what kind of scrumptious beauty hides beneath those crisp white shirts he wears every day. After all, he’s a professor and I’m his student. And rumor has it that student-teacher relationships are a total faux pas at our school. For both the students and profs.

  But, hey, a girl can dream. Right?

  Which is exactly what I’m doing right now. Daydreaming. About Dr. Conners giving me a private lecture on the Cox-Zucker machine (don’t you just love that name?). While I wait for my bestie-slash-roommate Madison, outside of room 215.

  Our last undergrad math class is about to begin.

  I check my phone. Class is starting in fifteen minutes. If we want good seats, we need to get our butts in there.

  Where is—

  “I can’t believe this is our last class with Professor Conners,” Madison exclaims as she rounds the corner, stepping into view. A math major who belongs in a New York fashion school, Madi is wearing blue lipstick and an ensemble she sewed herself. Her hair color matches her lipstick, and today it’s wound into a messy knot on top of her head. “I can’t believe it, but I’m going to miss this.”

  “Me too.”

  She pulls an exaggerated pout. “It’s our last math class. Of our undergrad college careers. And we’re depressed. Crazy, huh?”

  “Yeah. Crazy,” I agree, tucking my phone into my
backpack before slinging my bag over my shoulder. “Who would have thought that we would become math majors? The two girls who slept in high school pre calc?”

  “I know, right?” Madi says as we stroll toward the classroom. “Maybe if Dr. Conners had been teaching pre calc, we wouldn’t have slept. We might have slept through it, instead. As in…” She waggles her eyebrows.

  “Ohmygod, I can’t believe you just said that.” I give Madi a smack. “He may be a lot nicer to look at than Sister Bertha…” We both have a giggle over that remark. “But, no. Just…no.”

  “I might have. Slept with him.” Madi blinks at my flabbergasted, gape-mouthed look of horror then laughs. “Just kidding. I wouldn’t sleep with a teacher when I was in high school. But now…well, you never know.” I give her another look of horror, and she shrugs. “Yeah, yeah. I know. It isn’t allowed. But I suppose we should look at the bright side. Once we graduate, we won’t be off limits anymore.” She waggles her eyebrows. “Professor Conners can sleep with us without worrying about losing his job”

  “There is that.” I shake my head. I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. It’s ridiculous, really. There’s absolutely no chance either of us will ever sleep with Dr. Conners. However, it is fun to fantasize about it.

  That, I do. Every chance I get.

  “I don’t suppose he’d leave teaching and work at Ford with me after I graduate?” Madison smiles. She leans in closer and whispers, “Speaking of Conners…I heard a new rumor. And it’s going to blow your mind.”

  If it wasn’t for the fact that Madi is always telling me she’s heard something that will blow my mind, I might actually jump at this. But, well…most of the time it’s as mind-blowing as learning grass grows.

  “So I heard that Conners is into kinky stuff. Like, Christian-Grey-Fifty-Shades kinky.”

  My face gets warm. So do a few other parts of me. And a whole new world of fantasies spring to mind. “No way. I don’t believe that for a minute. Who told you that?”

  Madi makes a zipping motion across her mouth. “I can’t tell you. But trust me, the source is legit. Just imagine him saying, ‘Come here, little girl. Drop your panties and lay over my knee. You’ve been naughty.’.”

  Even though I am seriously doubtful about this latest rumor about our fave math prof, I cream my panties even imagining him saying dirty words like that to me. His voice is already cum-worthy. Those words…holy shit. I sigh again. Hard. “Girl, if only.”

  “You never know.” Madi checks her phone. “Better get in there. Dr. Conners’ classes are always full. We have to get good seats. You know, so we can see the board.” She winks.

  We hurry inside the packed room. Already, the prime seats are taken. No Surprise there. The front and center seats are claimed at least fifteen minutes before class begins. Passing the line of starry-eyed female seniors, we grab two front-row seats at the far end of the room and settle in.

  Ten minutes later the room is completely full. Not a single seat is empty. Dr. Conners enters the packed classroom and sets at least twenty hearts aflutter, including mine. I don’t know how this is possible, but he’s somehow managed to get better looking over summer break.

  Madi and I exchange grins.

  This semester is going to be awesome!

  Then he skims through his syllabus and jumps right into the first lesson, and all that enthusiasm goes right down the toilet.

  This is why he has a reputation as a hard ass teacher. He goes fast and waits for nobody. And his tests are pure hell.

  By the end of the class, my head is spinning. It’s going to take me hours to digest what we learned in class today. And it’s only the first day.

  Feeling like I’ve just been catapulted around the whole planet, I start stuffing my things into my backpack.

  “Well, that was…uh…fun,” Madi says with an eye roll. “I’m off to seminar.”

  “My next class doesn’t start until one o’clock.”

  “Lucky bitch.” Madi tosses a wave.

  “Remember, Circle K meeting at five!” I remind her.

  “Yes, Madam President. I’ll be there,” she yells as she dashes toward the door.

  I’m in no hurry, so I take my time leaving. I mean, we’re talking about Dr. Conners here.

  He is a tough teacher. Really, really tough.

  But that face.

  Dr. Conners smiles as I mosey toward the door. Holy shit, when he smiles, he’s even better looking. The man belongs in Hollywood. Seriously. “Kelsey, do you have a minute to talk?”

  My heart jumps and a flurry of butterflies launch in my belly. What could Dr. Conners need to speak with me about so soon? I haven’t failed a test...yet. That’s coming, I’m certain. Eventually. “Sure.”

  He motions to a nearby chair, and I sit. He stands and rests his (scrumptious) rear end on the corner of his desk and crosses his arms. “The math department’s part time student admin-slash-research assistant is studying in England this year and so we need a replacement. Your name came up in our discussions.”

  I.

  Am.

  Blown.

  Away.

  “Me?” I wheeze. Is this really happening? Or am I dreaming? “Me?” I repeat.

  “Yes.” He chuckles. Ohymgod, is that freaking cute. I didn’t know he could produce a sound so adorable. “Why do you look so surprised? You’re an excellent student.”

  Holy shit, he just paid me a compliment! That’s never happened before.

  My cheeks get hot. “Thanks.”

  “Anyway, I’d like you to consider the position. The pay is only minimum wage. But there are lots of other benefits. Such as getting to hang around with a bunch of math geeks, like me.”

  “I’m sure any red-blooded girl would jump at an opportunity like that,” I joke, earning a warm and hearty guffaw that vibrates through my whole freaking body.

  “Yes, I’m sure you’re right. Think about it for a few days and let me know, by…say, Friday.”

  “Will do,” I say.

  This is unreal. Totally unreal. I’ve just been offered a job. By Dr. Conners. Am I dreaming?

  Somebody pinch me.

  I stammer, “I will let you know on Friday. Thank you, Dr. Conners.”

  “Don’t thank me. You earned it. You’re a hard worker. And that’s become apparent to the whole department.”

  “Thank you.” Now my head is really spinning. After Dr. Conners returns to his chair, I walk (stagger?) out of the classroom. Before I leave the building, I send a text to Madi, giving her the news.

  Am I going to be this year’s math department student research assistant?

  Hell, yes!

  I can’t wait to tell him Friday, after class.

  I can really, really use the money. But that’s not even the best part about this whole thing. I’ll be paid to spend hours in the math department. Maybe Dr. Conners will even ask me to help him with his research.

  Maybe we’ll sit in his office, just the two of us, and talk until dawn.

  Best damn job in the whole world.

  I don’t walk back to my dorm; I float. I flop onto my bed, and after daydreaming about making out with Dr. Conners in his cubicle-sized office, I dig into my math homework.

  After two hours, I’m not even half way done.

  Holy shit, is this going to be a rough semester. Rough but oh, so exciting!

  The math gods are smiling down at this girl. Big time!

  Friday morning it’s pouring outside, an unseasonable cold rain. It’s dreary. Chilly. An early sign of what’s to come in the next month or two.

  By the time I get to room 215, I am wet, cold, and a nervous wreck. This time Madi is waiting for me in the hallway. Wearing a head-to-toe fifties look, with an adorable fit-and-flare dress and cardigan, she gives me yet another I-hate-you-bitch grin and we trek into the room and claim our seats. As we pass Dr. Conners, who is already here, Madi gives me a little jab in the ribcage. My face burns and my heart gallops.

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sp; After going through our homework, today’s lecture goes no better than Monday’s. I am so fucking lost. But that isn’t why I’m so jittery and jumpy today. I wait until all the other students are gone before I approach him. He’s sitting at his desk, reading something.

  I clear my throat and he looks up.

  My brain short circuits. “Um.”

  “I’m hoping that ‘Um’ is a good ‘Um’,” he says, his mien changing somewhat. He looks a little less uber-tough professor-ish and more friendly dude-ish. I like the change.

  “Is there any other kind?” I ask, managing (somehow) to find my tongue. If I’m going to accomplish anything as the student admin research assistant, I am going to have to find a way to function around this guy. I’m hoping I’ll get more comfortable the more time I spend with him.

  “Then you accept?” he asks, gifting me with another of those stunning Hollywood smiles.

  I nod. “Yes. But I want to let you know I’m pretty active with a couple of clubs.”

  “Not a problem. We’ll work around your other activities. Come by my office later, if you can. We need to take care of some paperwork, to get you on the payroll.”

  “Will do.” My insides hop around like a horde of startled rabbits.

  “Any time after three is fine,” he says.

  “Okay then.” I hesitate and run my sweaty palms down my thighs. “Thank you. For the job. I’m very excited about it.”

  “You’re welcome.” His eyes track a student, entering the classroom for his next class. His expression shifts again. That friendly guy I’d just been talking to is gone. Dr. Conners, tough math professor, is back. “I’ll see you later, Kelsey.”

  “Yes, later. I have class until four today. And then a club meeting until six.”

  “I wouldn’t want you to miss your meeting. I’ll see you after six. What we need to do today won’t take long.”