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{♡} Harleen heard the doorbell ring and S L I D across the wooden floor in her socks to swing the door open. She slipped outside before Jack could walk in and cleared her throat, shutting the door behind her. “Okay, I’m n e r v o u s as hell for you to meet my family. Because they’re gonna remember that you w e r e my teacher. So, just act natural and don’t let daddy scare ya.” She murmured, smoothing her hand over the lapels of his coat. It was a bit strange, referring to her father with the same pet name that she sometimes called the man standing in front of her.

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“You know,I'm really surprised that no one's caught onto our little 'extrastudy'.” Harleen giggled, adjusting her skirt in the dim light ofthe classroom. She hadn't intended on becoming an 'every college girlcliché' but it happened. She fell in love with her Professor. Shecouldn't help it. Not with his dreamboat eyes, or his amazing andinfectious l a u g h t e r.  He was so funny. He opened her eyes tohow life should be: f u n.

She intendedto finish Psychology and graduate. Maybe marry Scott. But when onething led to another (rather, when one study session escalated intomaking out and heavy petting), she couldn't fight her attraction tothe man any more. Professor Napier had her completely and utterlyunder his spell. And she couldn't d r e a m of stopping it.

Harley lickedher bruised and swollen lips—for such a slender man, Jack certainlyhad an aggressive edge to his love-making. “Y'know, my parents arestartin' to get suspicious. All those late night phone calls,Professor.” She purred, slinking closer to him, roughly zipping hispants back up for him.

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He lent in really close. “I can’t have kids. Due to the way the acid reacted to my personal cells.” He growled and he pushed the knife in further. “Who is he Harley?” He finished with gritted teeth.