My Boyfriend’s Professor Daddy Read Online Lena Little

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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
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"You're his father!" she blurts out, looking at me with a sheen of tears in her eyes.

"That doesn't matter, Noelle," I insist, and she looks up at me. Her cheeks are pink, and her eyes are wet. The expression on her face is enough to shatter my heart.

"It does. You're his father, and I'm his ex-girlfriend, and you're a professor. You're my teacher." Her voice is shaking, and I want to hold her, comfort her, tell her that none of it matters. But there's something about the look on her face. Something vulnerable.

I reach out to stop her, to haul her against me, but she evades my grasp like a frightened bird. "Noelle–"

"I'll see you in class."

Before I can say anything, she's rushing out of the office, slamming the door behind her and leaving me standing alone, confused, and incredibly aroused.

Fuck.

There's no way we're going to be able to put a lid on this. Not after that. Not after the way she felt pressed against me, the way she tasted. Not with the way she made me feel when she looked up at me, trusting and open.

The rest of the evening passes in a daze. I manage to finish packing my things and head home, trying desperately to distract myself by making plans for Christmas and trying not to think about how Noelle's mouth tasted.

When I finally make it to bed, sleep doesn't come. I toss and turn, unable to get the feel of her body out of my mind, her taste, her smell. Fuck, I'm going insane. I'm a 38-year-old man who has a hard time keeping it in his pants around a woman half his age and the ex-girlfriend of my teenage son.

When I finally do sleep, it's restless. No matter how dark I make the room, no matter how much I try to relax, she's there, right at the forefront of my mind.

Noelle. Noelle. Noelle.

4

NOELLE

Oh. No.

Okay. I need to keep it together. I just kissed my substitute professor with tongue on campus. I didn't even take a second to put my assignment away. I feel like I don't even know who I am anymore.

And it turned me on more than anything else ever has and probably more than anything ever if I'm being honest with myself.

Not only is Nathan Nolan the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on, but there's also this unspoken thing between us I can't shake. I knew I was asking for trouble going to his office after hours for help I don't think I really even needed, but the temptation was too strong. I have two more classes with him next week, and then I'll probably never see him again, and that just isn't enough for me. So I asked him to look over my paper again.

Right back on that couch where we were so close before. Sure, I knew I was playing with fire, but until Nathan put his mouth on mine, I had no idea how good it was going to feel to burn.

I make it back to my dorm in one piece, once again infinitely grateful that my roommate is already home for the holidays. I've spent most of the night freaking out about what's going to happen now, and I've come to the conclusion that the best option is to pretend like it didn't happen. That's easier said than done, though, considering everything that went down is all I can think about. My stomach is twisted into a tight knot, and every time I close my eyes, I can feel his hands, his lips, his stubble brushing against my skin.

I can't stop thinking about the way he felt under my hands, the way his breath hitched when I ran my fingertips across his stomach, and the way his voice sounded as he whispered my name.

Ugh, what have I done?

I've made up my mind. No matter what, I'm not going to let myself act like a total freak in front of Nathan. If anything, he's probably more upset about what happened than I am, and that's saying a lot. He's Danny's dad. That's weird. Super weird. I don't have a dad, but I'm sure it's weird for a dad to be with his son's ex-girlfriend.

It doesn't feel weird, though. It feels hot. Forbidden. It makes me want it more.

I throw myself on my bed again, screaming into my pillow just like before, feeling like I'm crawling out of my skin with want.

I should just go and see him again. Talk to him. It's the mature thing to do. I've already made such a mess of everything. I should clear the air. Just the thought of going back to his office, seeing him, smelling him, and sitting next to him, is enough to make my head spin.

All it would take is one student or staff member to see us sitting too close to each other or touching, not even kissing, and it would be all over for me on campus. Nathan would lose his job too, not to mention probably ruin his relationship with Danny forever. Not that the two seem close or anything. If I hadn't heard Danny call him "Dad", there's no way I would have made any sort of connection between the two. I guess Danny looks like Nathan a little, but everything about Nathan is stronger, more refined.


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