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  My Hot Professor

  A Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance

  Mia Madison

  MY HOT PROFESSOR

  by Mia Madison

  T his book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental .

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  Version 2017.11.24

  Contents

  1. Olivia

  2. Nate

  3. Olivia

  4. Nate

  5. Olivia

  6. Nate

  7. Olivia

  8. Nate

  9. Olivia

  10. Nate

  11. Olivia

  12. Olivia

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Olivia

  I 'm done. My mom says I can't stay in a -

  I crumpled up the note and tossed it into the overflowing trash without a backward glance. Of all the university roommates I had over the years, Tiffany had to be the worst. She never did her share of the cleaning and she complained about everything .

  "Those bugs just ran under the stove… None of the hallway lights are working… That neighbor is peeing in the hallway again !"

  Seriously, what the hell did she expect for what she was paying in rent? Still, it was something, and without her share, I would have to choose between eating and making rent this month .

  With a wistful sigh, I slid the package of Pop-Tarts off the counter and tossed it back in the box for later. I straightened my back and put my game face on. I needed a plan to get out of this mess .

  First up, I needed to post for a new roommate. It's not that it was hard finding someone looking for a place to stay, this was Boston, the University mecca of the world. You couldn't throw a textbook without hitting someone looking to ditch their insane roommate. The not-so-easy part was figuring out which was actually the sane one .

  I picked up my phone to log on to the University message board and saw the time, "Oh shit! I'm gonna be late !"

  Damn Tiffany and her drama, when I talked to her last night she agreed to let me hitch a ride to class. If I had known she was going to bail on me, I would have gotten up earlier .

  Thankfully I had already taken a shower, so I quickly reached into the closet and put on the first thing I grabbed. The light pink sweater and leggings combo wasn't what I would usually wear to school, but it was a few days past laundry day and I was in a rush .

  I pulled my long hair into a quick ponytail and then wrapped it into an even quicker bun. It had that messy feel that looks like you just came from the beach even though I hadn't seen the beach in forever. One day, I told myself. One day, I would spend an entire year at the beach .

  I didn't have time for anything more, so I grabbed my macrame book bag and flung it over my shoulder as I bolted out the door. One of the perks of my apartment was direct access to a bus stop that went straight to the University - the downfall was that it didn't run that often. If you missed it you were in for a long commute or an expensive taxi ride. At the moment, I didn't have the time or the money for either .

  I ran out of the building and almost tripped my way down the cobblestone stairway. With an awkward skip and a half twist, I managed to stay upright and jumped onto the bus with seconds to spare .

  "Hey Olivia," the bus driver called out with an easy laugh, "slick dance moves ."

  "Thanks, Sam," I laughed back as I swiped my card in the kiosk, "I missed my calling as a disco queen ."

  "Never say never," he cackled as I moved back to grab a seat, "If you dream it, do it !"

  I dropped into an empty seat as Sam belted out the lyrics to Dancing Queen. A few years ago I would have been mortified by the exchange, but as I looked around the bus, I saw a bunch of regulars smiling and bopping their heads to the off-key music. With a dramatic swish of my hands, I reached into my bag and pulled out some light reading to get me through the trip. I heard Sam break into a laugh before returning to his song and I smiled. Even when it was shitty, life could be good .

  I started flipping through my binder and suddenly realized what day it was. Life wasn't good, it was fucking fantastic .

  It was Nate day .

  Nate, or rather, Professor Nate Dalton was the most jaw-droppingly gorgeous man I had ever seen in my entire life. He was the kind of guy who didn't just leave you tongue-tied, but drooling in his presence. He had the face of a Greek god and a body that would put any of them to shame. Tall, with this wicked smile whenever someone cracked a joke. If I had a chance with him, I would hand over my V card in a second. In fact, I would hand over the whole deck .

  He was the kind of guy that you couldn't stop looking at. When I was in his class I tried my best to keep my mind on my studies, but he had these piercingly blue eyes that just sort of cut right through you and melted you to the core. More than once I caught him staring at me - I'm sure not for the same reason I stare at him - but that didn't stop the butterflies in my stomach from acting up anyway .

  And today he was all mine .

  Well, not all mine, but kind of mine - for a short time at least .

  It all started at the end of last year when Nate gathered a group of students together for a late-night study group. When I tell you that a couple of girls swooned when the phrase late-night was mentioned, I'm not exaggerating. It's all on the up and up, we meet to go over merger and acquisition case studies for multinational corporations in an effort to define upcoming opportunities for underserved communities .

  Ok, really, we scarf down pizza and I stare at Nate's ass .

  But the best part comes after group when he drives me home. Since the bus doesn't run late at night, he kindly offered up his services when needed. I just wish his services extended for more than just a ride home .

  As far as I'm concerned, the private time we spend together is like heaven in an Audi. Every week I slide into the bucket seat and pray we run out of gas somewhere private. That hasn't happened yet, but I've played out every scenario so I'm ready for when it does .

  I looked down at what I was wearing and rued the day I ever met Tiffany. I would never have dressed so sloppily on Nate day if she hadn't screwed me over. It's not like he wouldn't drive me home because of my clothes, but in most of my scenarios, I'm wearing something sexy that impresses him to the point where he drops everything to be with me. I guess I just had to come up with another scenario .

  The bus jolted to a stop and abruptly pulled me out of my latest Nate-inspired fantasy. I looked up to curse Sam for the bumpy ride and saw we were at my stop. A quick glance at his smirk made my cheeks flame. I picked up my bag and ran for the door with a quick wave towards the front of the bus .

  I could still hear him laughing as I ran into the building .

  Nate

  "M s. Burgess," I called out casually, "a moment please." I went back to packing up my laptop to dodge the looks of the other students. Some were heading out the door for a pub crawl while others hung around to hoard the last of the pizza slices .

  Olivia had been with the last group. She folded a coup
le of slices into a paper napkin and was currently shoving them in her backpack. I tried to look away, but her tight sweater and yoga pants hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was piled up on top of her hair, not down the way I liked it. I've spent more than a few sleepless nights thinking about her hair spread out on my pillow .

  Damn it, I was fucked .

  A student. Of all the women that could make my dick stand at attention, I picked a student. They were very clear on the rules when I took this gig. I knew the consequences, but apparently, my cock didn't care about the university code of conduct .

  I glanced up again and saw Olivia lean over an overstuffed chair to hug one of her classmate's goodbye. The perfect curve of her ass was on full display for the entire study group to see. I caught Alan, one of her classmates, staring at her appreciatively and felt the need to pummel the twerp .

  Yes, I was screwed .

  Why did I insist she join this study group? Because I'm insane. Sure, she was the smartest, most hard-working student in any of my classes and exactly the kind of student the study group was designed to help, but I still should have steered clear of her .

  She was sexy with this self-deprecating wit that stood out from the beautiful women I usually met. As my grandmother would have said, "She's a keeper." And that was dangerous because I wasn't looking for a keeper. I had that once and that was one more than enough .

  Fuck.

  Alan grabbed her in an inappropriately long goodbye hug and I had to tamp down my anger. "Olivia," I repeated trying to hold my temper in check, "a moment, please ."

  I hated this cat and mouse shit. If I want to drive a student home, I should just be able to drive them home. I shouldn't have to hide it from the school. It wasn't like I was sleeping with her, I was just giving her a ride to her off-campus apartment so she could attend a school-sponsored late night study group .

  It was completely innocent .

  Now, if it wasn't for the Dean of students riding my ass, I would have taken Olivia home, fucked her till she couldn't stand straight, and gotten her out of my system. But no, I was relegated to acting like a high school boy looking for his first slow dance .

  All of this, just to do her a favor. I looked over and saw her lean in close and wrap her arms around his shoulders. The little shit had the nerve to slide his hands toward her ass .

  "Olivia," I barked, "now ."

  She let go of him and shot me an annoyed look. I tamped down my smile and held up a decoy folder. That little fucker needed to learn to keep his hands to himself .

  Olivia smirked and tossed her book bag over her shoulder and sauntered over to me. Damn it, she had the sexiest saunter .

  "So, Professor Dalton," she called out just loud enough for others to hear, "do you have that case study I was asking about before? I think it will really help with my thesis ."

  She leaned over my desk and I got a better view of the curves under her tight sweater. Fuck, I needed to do something about this situation before my dick exploded .

  "Yes, I xeroxed a copy for you," I responded, then leaned in and whispered more softly, "Do you have to say goodbye to everyone? You know, you're going to see them tomorrow ."

  Her smile faltered a bit before she took the folder and gushed loudly, "Thank you, Professor Dalton! You're a lifesaver!" She paused for a moment and whispered, "I'm sorry, are you in a rush? Should I try and find another ride home ?"

  Shit, one look at her frown and I felt like an asshole. I needed to get out of this, but not at this exact moment. It's wasn't like she lived in a safe part of town, I certainly wasn't going to leave her to fend for herself without any notice. The worst part of the evening was dropping her off at the shit hole she called home. I tried to bring up her living situation before but she just changed the subject - and unless I wanted to lose my job, it was none of my business .

  "No, it's fine," I lied as I rolled down the sleeves of my shirt, "I just don't want everyone hanging around. My career would be in jeopardy if the wrong people saw us leave together." I knew it was kind of a dick move to say that, but I needed to set the stage for ending this .

  "Yeah, I get it," she blushed, "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble. I really appreciate you driving me home ."

  "It's not a problem," I relented. Fuck, if I didn't watch myself, my only job would be chauffeuring her around .

  "Are you in the same parking lot as last week?" She looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes and swear at that moment being her personal chauffeur sounded good. I don't even know why I cared about the job. It's not like I needed the money - not that anyone except the board of trustees knew that .

  I had a sweet setup in the private sector, but I had some crazy idea about using my skills to make the world a better place. But I also had other skills, and at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to use them on Olivia. Of course, if I was caught in a scandal, my reputation - and hers - would suffer .

  "Yes," I answered her and wondered how long I could really keep this up without ripping off her clothes and taking her on the desk, "I'll meet you outside in ten minutes ."

  She gave a quick nod of her head and turned on her heel to leave with nothing more than a quick wave to the rest of the group. I picked up my jacket and shrugged it on while watching her retreating back. Or rather, her retreating backside. While I adjusted my collar, I realized I wasn't the only one enjoying the view and my blood began to boil .

  I was so fucked .

  Olivia

  T he theme from Mission Impossible was running through my head as I waited for Nate to drive up. I leaned against the wrought iron fence at the one spot I knew was hidden from the university's security cameras and casually looked around to make sure I wasn't followed. A couple of students left the building and I ducked my head to pretend I was texting. Nate would be here soon and it would ruin everything if they walked past me right now, but at the last moment they turned and headed toward the dorms .

  I loved this covert shit .

  Hiding out and waiting to have Nate all to myself. It added a level of excitement to our ride home and I needed more excitement in my life. Well, fun excitement, not shit excitement. Not like losing a roommate and worrying about making rent, and eating excitement. The smell of pizza wafted from my backpack and my stomach growled. If nothing else, I had breakfast, lunch, and if I was careful, dinner lined up tomorrow .

  Plus of course, some private time with Nate. I think I was pushing it earlier but I really needed that pizza - not as much as I needed him to keep driving me home though. Aside from our alone time, this study group was an awesome experience and I hoped it would give me a leg up on a good job when I graduated at the end of the school year .

  A cold wind blew past and I stomped my feet and rubbed my hands together. I loved this season, but I never seemed to dress right for it. The days were hot and stuffy but the nights were ice cold. If I had my own car, I swear I would fill it with a jacket for every season. Of course, then I wouldn't need a ride home. I rubbed my hands over my arms and counted my lucky stars that I couldn't afford a car .

  Right on cue, Nate pulled up and I heard the door unlock. I slipped in silently and tried to hide my excitement while I buckled up .

  "All set?" He asked. He was polite, but a bit stiff. That worried me .

  "Yeah," I called back and gave him my brightest smile. The light from inside the car dimmed and I wondered what was wrong. When he pulled away from the curb I could see his knuckles tighten over the steering wheel, but as we pulled away from the school he started to relax. Usually, we chat during our ride, but tonight it was just silence. It was very unnerving .

  "So, Professor Dalton," I finally said, "I found some music you might like ."

  "No more of your music," He mocked and
shook his head, "I had nightmares for two days the last time you made me listen to your music ."

  "That wasn't my music," I blurted out, "I thought it was your music ."

  He laughed even harder, "I said I liked rock music and you thought that meant GWAR ?"

  "Well, I asked my roommate and she said they were the best." Fuck Tiffany twice over. She couldn't even get a music recommendation right .

  "Well, no more of her music then." He chuckled and reached for the radio, "How about we just listen to the radio ."

  "No," I jumped in, "This is actually good!" I rifled through my bag to pull out my cell phone, and then clicked the music app before he had a chance to stop me. When Nate was given the choice he usually landed on some talk radio station and we would end up debating politics or sports for the entire ride. I was in no mood to argue with him tonight .

  "I figured I would listen to some of the songs you grew up with." As the first strains of the music filled the car, I watched his expression, "So, remember this ?"

  "Ramble On ?" He guessed correctly, "I didn't grow up on this." He paused and then looked at me, "how old do you think I am ?"

  I burst out laughing at the appalled look on his face, "No, no, no… I know it's way older than you, but it's a classic." I had no idea how old Nate was, I knew he was older, but he certainly wasn't old. "I just figured this would be better than last time ."

  Actually, I was going to play Whole Lotta Love , but I thought that would be too obvious so I chickened out and changed to this one instead. A minute or so in and the music started ramping up and I relaxed into the bucket seat. Nate tapped his hand on the steering wheel, and I wondered if this was bringing back some old memories - even if he wouldn't admit it .