PROFESSORHOLE
Billionaire Girl Boss Trilogy #1
by Ann Grech
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Release Date: April 19, 2023
Model & Alternate Cover Design: CT Cover Creations
Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography
Model: Blaze A.
Genre: MMF New Adult Romantic Suspense
Trope: Age-gap, enemies to lovers, teacher/student, reverse harem/polyamorous, virgin alpharoll, forbidden love. morally grey characters
Synopsis
I play by my rules. My code.
My police handler thinks differently, but little does he know the extent of my hacking skills. I’m a billionaire because of them.
But the case he assigns me tests me in ways I wasn’t expecting. The brief was simple—study a university subject on investigative techniques.
Turns out, it’s anything but easy.
My professor is an a-hole. I hate him almost on sight. I want to damage his beautiful face, especially because of the lies he’s telling about my late mother. My handler believes him, and my oldest friend Flynn is infatuated with him.
I will prove my mother’s innocence.
I will put his accusations to rest once and for all.
But that means working closely with both him and Flynn to prove him wrong.
My professorhole won’t know what hit him.
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Excerpt
I wanted to kill him. No, I wanted to hate fuck him, then kill him. Angel? I was no fucking angel. But Flynn’s sharp intake of breath had me pausing and I knew. I just knew.
Professorhole wasn’t talking to me.
Flynn zeroed in on my lips. He bit down on his, teeth scraping over the plump flesh. It was a shock to my system. Desire flooded me once again. But this time it was for Flynn.
The professor was talking to Flynn, telling him to kiss me.
A shiver ripped through me. I wanted it. I wanted him.
He was my best friend, the boy who needed as much of an escape from his shitty childhood as I’d needed from my shitty teenage years.
He’d grown up the odd kid out, the baby of a dirt-stained gaggle of kids who was terrified of the rats that called the squalor in their hoarder-dump of a house home. I was the girl who had everything and lost nearly all of it. The one who was so destroyed by grief that she did ever more daring things just to feel something. Whether it was letting men use me like a revolving door, or hacking into whatever top secret records I could get my hands on, I didn’t care.
But Flynn never judged me, never criticized me for the way I lived. He never called me names or treated me like I was an object like so many others did. His eyes on me felt good, but he’d never once taken advantage. In my darkest days I wouldn’t have hesitated to spread my legs for him, but he'd always been kind. Respectful. That meant more than anything to me.
He was gorgeous too, beautiful. The light to my dark, the soothing balm to my raging inferno.
I couldn’t live without him.
I loved him. I always would. He was my best friend.
I’d never crossed that line before and now I didn’t know whether I should.
But I needed it too. I rubbed my clit against the professor’s body trying to get off, despite the hatred thrumming through me. Logic told me I wasn’t quite right in the head for wanting it. For needing the professor’s cock like it was a life preserver and I was drowning in shark infested waters. I knew it was wrong. Even though it had been a long time since I’d craved dick like this, I knew what society would label me as. I just couldn’t muster up the fucks to give. Other people’s rules could take a flying leap off the nearest cliff for all I cared.
But I didn’t want to hurt Flynn. I let go of the professor, tapped the hand holding my leg, and he stepped back, moving out of my peripheral vision.
“Zee,” Flynn whispered. I saw it in his eyes. I finally understood the way he looked at me. It was love. It was adoration. It was home. We were each other’s safe harbours. But instead of my breakwaters holding steady, keeping the calm inside, a crack appeared in mine. My walls were crumbling, giving Flynn this part of me I’d never given him before.
I reached for him, lifting my hands to his face. Brushing my thumbs over his smooth cheeks, I finally saw the man he’d become standing before me. “Hi,” I whispered, revelling in the strength he exuded. He reminded me of a gymnast. Compact muscles, lean and firm everywhere. His warmth seeped into me, lighting up the darkest of corners of my cobweb filled, cracked heart. When he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, his other hand cupping my cheek gently, I sighed.
“You finally understand, don’t you?” he asked. When I nodded, he smiled one of those joyful light-up-the-room smiles that radiated outward from his very soul. “And you aren’t running?”
“I’ll never run from you, Flynn. I… I can’t—”
“Shh” he whispered, his lips hovering only a hair’s breadth away from mine as he nudged my nose with his. “Do you want me?”
“Hell, yes,” I huffed with a smile. “I really do.”
“Stay,” Flynn demanded, breaking the trance he’d lulled me into. I’d forgotten about the professor even being there, forgotten where we were standing and what we’d been doing only a moment earlier. I ground my teeth together, a sudden flare of anger sparking in me. But that rage immediately morphed into heat. It pooled in my belly, my juices wetting my thighs until they were slippery. “Lock the door,” Flynn growled like a man on a mission.
I turned to the professor then and shivered. He screamed sex. Dark, dirty, hard fucking. His eyes were like molten emeralds, intense and hypnotic. His hand flexed, white knuckling the doorknob, his jaw tensed as he ground his teeth together. I broke his stare, my eyes wandering down his body. He was big all over, but the bulge in his pants that he was gripping with his free hand, was one I wanted my mouth around. Or any other part of me. Whatever, I didn’t care as long as he made me come long and loud.
My clit pulsed. Fuck me, I was going to have sex with both Flynn and the professor in his office. I whimpered, needing them, wanting them.
“Your kitten needs you, angel,” Professor Reid rasped.
“So clear the table for me,” Flynn challenged, lifting his chin defiantly. I saw the quirk of the professor’s lips, a smirk like he’d seen the move before. He had. It was one I’d practically patented for use on him.
Flynn gripped my chin gently but surely, staring into my eyes as he spoke. “We’re gonna take her apart.” A gush of wetness soaked out of me again as my body practically rolled out the welcome mat and begged to be stuffed full.
The flick of the lock was loud in the quiet of the office. The only other noise was my laboured breathing. Desperation crawled over my skin, needing them. Wanting them.
Breaking Flynn’s fierce stare, I watched as Professor Reid stalked to the table like a predator, swiping the contents off in one fluid stroke of his arm. Why was the bastard so hot?
“I’m still waiting for you to kiss her, angel,” he challenged.
Flynn moaned, a deep gravelly sound in the back of his throat, and it turned my insides to a shivery mass of want. My nipples peaked and my insides clenched hard as I tunnelled my fingers into the baby-soft strands of Flynn’s golden locks and dragged his body closer to mine. He came willingly, running his hands down my back, over my butt and clasping them under my thighs. He lifted me effortlessly, positioning me on the table as he pressed his lips to mine.
Electricity.
Fire.
Calm waters.
Serenity and bliss.
I inhaled his scent, taking it into my lungs and holding it there. He was all my favourite things—the ocean, blue skies and a light breeze on a spring day. That perfect lie-naked-in-the-sun-and-let-warmth-infuse-your-bones kind of scent. I wanted him inside me forever. With me forever.
He pressed a kiss to my mouth again before he flicked his tongue against my lip. I opened for him, our mouths connecting for the first ever time. Our tongues touched, and he sipped from my lips, gently and reverently. I couldn’t help the moan that travelled through me like a ripple in a pond. Slow but purposeful, Flynn took me apart at the seams, flaying away every mark every man before him had left on me. He cherished me, worshipped me in his kiss.
His hands travelled the length of my body from hip to shoulder, raising gooseflesh in their wake. A third hand landed on my back, squeezing my nape, Professorhole’s lips nuzzling my hair.
“I can’t stay away,” he admitted against my temple as he pressed his erection into my thigh. “I don’t even want to.”
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About the Author
By day Ann Grech lives in the corporate world and can be found sitting behind a desk typing away at reports and papers or lecturing to a room full of students. She graduated with a PhD in 2016 and is now an over-qualified nerd. Glasses, briefcase, high heels and a pencil skirt, she’s got the librarian look nailed too. If only they knew! She swears like a sailor, so that’s got to be a hint. The other one was “the look” from her tattoo artist when she told him that she wanted her kids initials “B” and “J” tattooed on her foot. It took a second to register that it might be a bad idea.
She’s never entirely fit in and loves escaping into a book—whether it’s reading or writing one. But she’s found her tribe now and loves her MM book world family. She dislikes cooking, but loves eating, can’t figure out technology, but is addicted to it, and her guilty pleasure is Byron Bay Cookies. Oh and shoes. And lingerie. And maybe handbags too. Well, if we’re being honest, we’d probably have to add her library too given the state of her credit card every month (what can she say, she’s a bookworm at heart)!
She also publishes her raunchier short stories under her pen name, Olive Hiscock.
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