Falling For My Hot Professor

“I bet you $20 he’s not even that hot.” Seraphina sat down in the loud auditorium next to her best friend, Ashley.

It felt good to be back at school. Sure, the Californian sun had given her the most gorgeous tan and bleached natural highlights into her long, blonde hair - but New York felt like home.

After all, this was her last semester at NYU, and she was eager to make it count.

“I’ll take you up on that,” Ashley replied. “I heard Maddie Jones say he has a six-pack.”

“Honestly, I think after Professor Brown, you’d think anyone was hot,” Seraphina scoffed.

Professor Brown was the department lead on poetry for 35 years, and it showed. When he announced his retirement last semester, speculation began about who could possibly fill his shoes.

No wanted to lose their favorite silver fox professor. Especially Ashley.

According to campus gossip, a much younger model was replacing him.

A younger, hotter model.

“Well, I think you’re still hung up on that guy from the festival.” Ashley looked at her knowingly. “The Seraphina I knew last semester would be thirsting for some eye candy right now.”

Seraphina gasped in mock-offense. “His name is Lucas, and you know it’s going to take 12-14 business days for me to process that particular encounter.”

“Stop, you’re making me so jealous. You know, not all of us can casually pick up attractive, mysterious strangers on a whim.” Ashley sighed.

“I just got lucky, and you know it,” Seraphina said. “If it were you, he would have at least left you his number.”

Ashley flicked her short, ash-grey hair with her hand as if to say, ‘yes, I am gorgeous, thank you!’ and broke into laughter.

“Seriously though, you need to stop pining.” Ashley took hold of Seraphina’s hand earnestly. “It was a glorious night of passion, yes, but now we move on to bigger and better things.”

Seraphina squeezed Ashley’s hand back. “To bigger and better things!”

At that moment, the excitement of the auditorium quietened as a man, the new attractive professor of poetry, strode confidently into the room.

Seraphina could just about make out his tall, muscular figure and mop of curly, chestnut brown hair from where he stood, back turned on his audience as he unpacked his things.

From the outburst of whispers, the rumors were indeed true.

Seraphina could feel Ashley’s smug smile next to her, but for some reason, she couldn’t take her eyes off the professor’s broad back.

His shirt seemed to strain when he reached down, revealing a set of strong shoulders. His rolled-up sleeves accentuated toned forearms.

She couldn’t put her finger on why her gut wretched, but her heart began to flutter hopelessly.

There was something devastatingly familiar about this man.

Seraphina turned to Ashley, about to ask her if she could place him when he began to speak.

“Welcome to your 18th-century poetry class. If we could all settle down, please, my name is Professor Farrell, and I will be taking over this course until the end of the semester.”

Seraphina’s heart stopped altogether.

There was no way.

And yet…

She slowly turned away from Ashley to look more closely at the man who would be her professor for the next 4 months.

The man who would be her mentor, her guide through her finals, and her one-way ticket to a half-decent future.

The man who had made her come so hard she’d seen stars.

Their eyes finally met. His icy blue to her deep green.

Lucas.

Seraphina’s mind raced back to a few weeks earlier.

Her mother had never let her go to a festival before. But now that she was at college and plausibly needed to be away from home for extended periods, Ashley managed to convince her to come.

Seraphina pushed through the crowds to reach the bar, positioning herself strategically next to an imposing-looking man.

As she reached toward the bartender to get his attention, the hairs on her neck pricked up.

Call it intuition, call it a lifetime of dodging seedy men, but Seraphina knew two people were watching her.

Call it intuition, call it a lifetime of dodging seedy men, but Seraphina became aware of two people watching her.

“Keep staring all you like; it’s never going to happen,” Seraphina crooned, not even bothering to glance their way.

“Come on, baby.” A gruff, male voice came up behind her. “We were just admiring the view.”

Another man approached her left and put a hand on her arm.

She turned and raised an eyebrow at him. The look alone made his hand retreat.

“This is George. I’m Carl.” The first man introduced himself.

“And I’m not interested,” Seraphina retorted. Looking at their lazy smiles, she realized they must have been drinking for several hours already.

“Don’t be like that; we’re just being friendly.” Carl winked.

Seraphina laughed. “You’re not being friendly. You’re being presumptuous. Please leave me alone. I won’t ask again.”

“Or you’ll do what exactly?” Carl goaded, taking the bait.

Seraphina smirked. “Hey, babe?” she said, tapping the man next to her with the back that looked like it was made of bricks.

He turned slowly, making Carl and George step back in the process.

Before a look of confusion could register on his face, Seraphina stepped in and kissed him square on the mouth.

She only meant the kiss to be chaste, something she could quickly apologize for afterward. But as soon as his lips met hers, she melted.

He broke away first, and her breath caught as she registered his icy blue eyes. He stared straight back, amusement growing on his lips.

‘Well shit, he’s actually hot,’ she thought.

“Hey dude, I’m sorry.” Carl’s voice broke through their stare, forcing Seraphina back to the situation at hand.

George pulled Carl by the shoulder, pushing him away for a retreat.

Seraphina was about to retort when a warm hand wrapped around her waist. “You’d do well to leave my girlfriend alone.” The stranger’s voice was like honey, mellow and deep.

Carl visibly gulped. “Yeah, no problem er-” He immediately let himself be carried away by George.

Seraphina chuckled at how pathetic they both were as she stared at their retreating figures, forgetting for a moment that she was now in the arms of a handsome stranger.

“You know,” he began, “women usually buy me a drink first.”

She steadied herself before turning to him. “I think you’ll find that I’m not exactly like most women.”

He smiled at her. “Clearly.”

Seraphina blushed. Blushed?!

“I’m er...” she stuttered. “Sorry about all that. Sometimes men only hear ‘no’ if a guy says it.”

“I hate that,” the stranger said, his flirtatious tone serious at the edges. “I really do. In fact, on behalf of all men, I would like to personally apologize.”

Seraphina laughed. “Apology accepted.”

“Come on now, you’re letting us men off far too easily.” A twinkle glistened in his eyes. “What are you drinking? It’s the least I can do.”

“If you’re buying, I’m drinking jagerbombs.” Seraphina trailed her fingers along his chiseled arm, already crafting an apology text to Ashley in her mind.

“A woman after my own heart.” The stranger signaled to the bartender. “I’m Lucas.”

“Seraphina.”

After she enjoyed a few more drinks, Lucas invited her to the main stage.

She shamelessly grinded on him in the middle of a vast crowd, and he groaned into her neck.

Another song of heavy, hot dancing, and he took her hand and led her to his tipi.

As soon as he pulled her through the tent door, he was on her. Kissing her mouth, her neck, her shoulders.

His fingers expertly navigated her clothes, discarding them on the floor, leaving her standing before him in her bra and panties.

Lucas’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her.

His mouth returned, kissing down into the cleavage of her chest.

“Lucas!” she managed to get out as he picked her up and moved them to the bed, his lips never leaving her skin once.

With his weight on top of her, wetness began to pool between her thighs. She squirmed desperately against his body for friction.

Lucas smirked against her neck and kissed further down her body. Stopping only to unhook her bra and worship her breasts.

His tongue flicked across her nipple over and over again. As if he relished the groans that escaped as his mouth explored her bare chest.

Seraphina couldn’t think, could barely breathe as she gave in to the sensation, her desire pulsing between her legs.

It wouldn’t take much for him to push her over the edge.

As if he could sense it, he suddenly withdrew, causing an involuntarily whimper to escape from Seraphina’s mouth.

Lucas chuckled.

“Is this revenge for kissing you earlier?” Seraphina’s voice was breathless.

“On the contrary.” Lucas’ voice came from much lower than she had expected, setting her skin on high alert. “That kiss was the hottest fucking thing anyone has ever done to me.”

With that, he mouthed at her crotch through her panties.

Seraphina groaned as pure lust began coursing through her veins.

Her fingers scrambled to remove her panties, but Lucas beat her to it. All but ripping them from her body.

“I wanted to taste you from the moment I saw you,” he growled, returning to rest between her legs.

His hot breath grazed the top of her thighs, his icy blue eyes stared up at her, seeking her permission.

Seraphina could only nod.

Lucas’s mouth closed around her pussy.

His tongue quickly began to discover the motions that made her squirm, breaking every so often to suck gently on her clitoris.

Seraphina lay back in ecstasy as Lucas’s hand began to slowly massage her breast.

His mouth teased her gently, then finally buried itself it deep within her core. Seraphina screamed in pleasure - the orgasm shaking through her entire body.

The rest of the night, Lucas continued to worship Serpahina. The morning light was beginning to illuminate the tipi by the time he subsided his exploration of her body.

Seraphina gazed over Lucas’s bare, muscular chest. He had fallen asleep a while a go, but she hadn’t been able to calm her beating heart enough to rest.

She wanted to preserve this one, euphoric moment in her life and commit it to memory.

Seraphina knew that as soon as he opened his eyes and she heard his deep, velvety voice again she would be ensnared.

She couldn’t let that happen. She needed to focus on college, on making enough money to buy her own place.

And so, as quietly as she could, she picked up her discarded clothes and tip toed out of the tipi.

She never intended on seeing him again.

And yet...

Seraphina crossed her legs tightly, squirming in her seat as the professor continued with his introduction without so much as missing a beat. Not just her professor.

Lucas.

Ashley snorted behind her textbook - Seraphina scowled as she took in her knowing grin.

She was sure, that to Ashley, she looked like she was pining after the professor like all the other girls in their class.

From their seats, they could visibly see at least two of their classmates topping up their lipgloss and oh-so-subtly adjusting their tops to show just the right amount of cleavage.

Seraphina rolled her eyes at Ashley, who shrugged back and mouthed, ‘You owe me $20.’

On the other side of the classroom, Lucas could barely focus on what he was saying.

It couldn’t be possible. In fact, the odds were next to zero - and yet there she sat. As if he had manifested her with his thoughts.

Lucas scrambled through his introduction, hoping the inconsistencies and stuttering could be chalked up to first-day nerves. He quickly skipped ahead to the video he was going to show later.

As he turned off the lights and let the video clip inform the class about the genius of eighteenth-century poets, he gathered his thoughts.

A wave of calm washed over him as he laid down the facts as efficiently as possible.

Number 1: Seraphina was here. The woman who has been occupying his waking thoughts for the last week, her lips, her eyes…

Number 2: Seraphina was his student. Of course she would have excellent taste in education as well as the body of an angel.

Number 3: No one could ever know about that night.

NYU has a strict policy on student-professor relationships. In short, if anyone found out about what happened at the music festival, Seraphina could be expelled.

Worse, he could be fired.

This job was a godsend. After so many years of trying to be taken seriously as an intellectual, Lucas finally landed a job at a prestigious university.

At 28, he had been one of the youngest professors at his last job and had struggled to shake a reputation of being just a pretty face.

But now was his opportunity to start over and prove himself.

Sure, his sister was already teaching at Harvard, but at least his parents could stop making snide comments about the caliber of the institution he worked for.

As the video drew to a close, Lucas concluded that the only way forward would be to ignore Seraphina - as if his life depended on it.