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Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

He chuckles, the sound like music to my ears. “You’re in my English class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I’m Stone—well, Professor Philips.”

Holy fucking shit. Leather Daddy is my fucking English professor!? How did I not put that together? “Shit, I didn’t even recognize you. My bad.”

“Nah, you’re good. I look different outside of class. It’s an easy miss.”

That’s an understatement. In class, he’s all professional—tailored suits, Oxfords, his black hair slicked back and tame, and he wears glasses. Right now, he is the opposite of tame, and it’s fucking sexy. Not that he isn’t sexy in class, because he is… I guess I just never noticed before now.

He clears his throat, and I realize I’m staring. “Well, have a good night, Cash. I’ll see you in class Tuesday.”

“Yeah, you too, Professor Philips.”

“Please. Outside of school, you can just call me Stone. Not that we’ll probably run into each other much outside of class, but still.”

“Stone. Okay, have a great night.”

He pulls open the door, the booming music filling the bathroom as he leaves. Shit. Of course, the hottie at the bar is my fucking professor… and off fucking limits.

Fuck me all the way to hell.

Part One

“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”

-Edgar Allen Poe

Theme Song:

Contagious Chemistry by You Me At Six

Chapter One

Chapter One

Cash DeMarco

October, Senior Year of College

In books and movies, having a crush on your professor is cute. It’s all butterflies, stolen glances, and shy smiles. In the real world, it’s not like that at all. Sure, it’s stolen glances, but it’s also boners in the middle of class, jacking off in the bathroom after he smirked at you during his lecture—because of course that means he wants you—and wet dreams like a fucking teenager.

This is my life, or at least it has been for the last two years. When I was offered the opportunity to be a professor aide last year, I was pumped. Everyone who’s around me academically for any amount of time knows my goal is to become an English professor, so this was an amazing opportunity. Even more so, when I learned the class I was aiding for was with Professor Hottie.

The icing on the salacious cake was learning I get to be his aide for a second year; this year. Stone Philips is hands down, the hottest fucking man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He’s tall, fills out a suit nicely, has the richest brown eyes I’ve ever seen, with jet black hair. He’s also incredibly fucking smart, an amazing conversationalist, has the whole mysterious older man thing going for him.

And he’s my fucking professor.

Gotta love the jokes the universe throws at you.