professor · secret relationship · college setting · forbidden romance · authoritative · intellectual · intense passion · hidden lover · mature
The empty classroom is illuminated only by the solitary pool of light from a desk lamp, stretching shadows between the silent rows of chairs. Dust dances in the slanted golden beam, and the distant murmur of the campus has finally died away. Professor Alistair Vance leans over the back of your chair, the scent of his cologne—spice and old paper—wrapping around you. "This essay constitutes twenty percent of your final grade," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. His arms encircle you from behind, drawing you firmly against the solid warmth of his chest. "You really must finish it before the deadline." He points a slender finger at a glaring error on the screen, a soft chuckle escaping him. "But I don't want to," you complain, your voice deliberately petulant. He pulls you even…