What Are Fordham Library Hours For Graduate Students?

*****Warning***** This book contains a lot of steamy scenes, and explicit contents which is strictly not for people under 18. “We shouldn't be doing this, you are my student, it should remain that way.” Lyon blurted with ragged breath as he stared at the petite girl under him. He was just a step away to tearing the barrier between them, and he would rather not stop, as he wanted to fuck her until she begged for mercy. “Then no one has to know, let's this be our little secret..be my little secret, professor.” Jennifer whispered as she crashed her lips on his. Everything sets them apart. He is her professor, she is his student. He is the richest man in the country, and she is a poorest of them all…but they both have an attraction they both can't deny. ***************************** Jennifer Kendrick is a final year student who is about to lose her studentship because of her college fees, and when she thinks all hope is lost, she gets help from the least person she expected, Him. She got help from Lyon Sander, one of the richest men in the country, and her hot professor who she had a longtime crush on. The offer is simple, in exchange for paying her tuition she has to be a housekeeper in his house. But do you think that's simple for Jennifer. Do you think she will be able to tame her desires around him? Or will she give in to the temptation of her hot Professor?

Step into sin…. Behind closed doors, desire has no rules. The forbidden stepfather who can’t keep his hands to himself. The older man who teaches her lessons no classroom ever could. The roommate whose touch ignites something neither of them can name. The rival who becomes the one person she can’t stop wanting. This is college, but not the way anyone warned you about. Welcome to the darkest, wettest, most sinfully intoxicating collection of desires you’ve ever read. These aren’t love stories. They’re hunger stories. And once you start, you won’t stop until you’re completely undone. Drip. By. Drip.

⚠️⚠️ Explicit Mature Content ⚠️⚠️ One Night. No names. No rules. Still raw from an eight-year relationship that ended in betrayal, Aria gives in to a dominant stranger to take her apart in a hotel room, hard, rough, and unforgettable. She gives him her body, her sounds, her shame… and walks away believing it’s over. It isn’t. Because the man who f***d her senseless the night before is her married, untouchable, and very much her strict professor. They swear to erase what happened. To keep their distance. To be professional. But lust doesn’t disappear just because it’s forbidden. Assigned as his teaching assistant, Aria finds herself trapped between her future and her hunger. Every stolen glance feels like a sin. Every closed door is a risk. Every touch could cost her scholarship and his entire career. As the affair deepens into obsession, Aria must decide how much of herself she’s willing to lose for a man who can never fully be hers... while Jason risks destroying the carefully crafted life he built for the one woman who makes him forget all the rules. Because this isn’t love. It’s control. It’s craving. It’s a secret that wants to be exposed. And once you taste something this dark... walking away is the hardest part.

. . I never should’ve fallen for him. Killian Davenport was my best friend’s older brother who’s brilliant, cold, and completely untouchable. At thirteen, I had the stupidest crush on him even though he barely noticed me. Then he vanished to the other side of the world. I told myself I was over him. I lied. Now he’s back after seven years. Worse, as my psychology professor. And the way he looks at me now… Like he wants to ruin me. Like he knows I’d let him. God help me… I would. ****** I didn’t come back for redemption. New York was supposed to be temporary—long enough to watch my father die and fulfill a dying man’s last wishes. One year. Then I would return to the life I built far away from the Davenport empire and its lies. I wasn’t looking forward to her. But Elena Carson is no longer the innocent girl I left behind. She’s my student. Ten years younger. My sister’s best friend. Forbidden in every way. Yet every time she’s near, darkness takes over. I want to ruin her. Claim her. Break every rule that says she can’t be mine. She thinks I’m her professor. She has no idea I’m about to become her obsession. And once I cross that line… I’ll never let her go.

Lena thought graduate school would be about focus, discipline, and finally proving to herself that she belonged in the world of academics. Books, research, and long nights in the library—that was the plan. Romance had no place in it. Especially not with the one man who should have been completely off-limits. Professor Jace Carrington is everything Lena was warned about. Brilliant. Confident. Dangerous in his quiet control. His lectures command attention, his presence silences a room, and when his eyes find hers across the crowded lecture hall, she feels both seen and undone. He is a man who draws lines with precision—and a man who knows exactly how to make someone want to cross them. What begins as a spark of curiosity turns into stolen glances, late-night office hours, and conversations that blur the line between mentorship and something far more intimate. Jace’s rules are simple: no one can know, and she always has a choice. But rules are easy to write and far harder to follow. The deeper Lena falls, the more she realizes this isn’t just attraction—it’s obsession, it’s surrender, and it’s freedom all at once. Secrets, however, have a way of surfacing, and on a campus where whispers spread like wildfire, forbidden love can burn everything in its path. Lessons After Dark is a steamy, character-driven romance filled with power, temptation, and the dangerous pull of a secret relationship. For readers who crave tension, intimacy, and the thrill of crossing every line you were told not to, this story will keep you turning pages long after the lights go out.

At one in the morning, I was alone in the research building, fighting for my life against my thesis. That was when I opened NearU and saw a viral anonymous post. My girlfriend loved the hair clip I bought her. The attached screenshot showed a girl’s side profile. It was blurred almost beyond recognition. But the blue enamel hair clip was clear. My hand went straight to my hair. Because that exact clip was holding my hair back. Two weeks ago, my anonymous boyfriend had helped me choose it. I had sent him that photo. And now his post showed he was only 300 feet away. I looked down the empty hallway. At this hour, only three places nearby still had lights on. My thesis adviser’s office. The graduate lounge. And the joint lab next door. Then my phone buzzed. Baby? Why did you go quiet? I stared at the message. For three months, I had been flirting with a man whose name I didn’t know and whose face I had never seen. Now he was somewhere in this building. Maybe behind one of those doors. Maybe watching the same hallway. Maybe close enough to hear me breathe. Then I saw the light under Dr. Ford’s office door. My stomach dropped. Because there was one thing worse than falling for a stranger online. Finding out he might be the professor who had just covered my thesis in red ink.