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408 pages, ebook
First published December 1, 2015
“But now here she was, my kid’s teacher, dangerous and forbidden, which only increased her allure…”
“I spun around, my eyes rounding as I saw the man who had just pinned me against a wall outside step onto the stage. Holy shit.”
“Tyler!” she cried out, and I took a fistful of her hair, tugging slightly. “You didn’t want it slow, did you?”
“God, I can see your cock through your pants,” she mewed. “It’s making my mouth water, baby.” I blinked long and hard.”
“Yanked up my dress and slapped me on the ass. “Wha—!”
Dark spaces, quiet places," he whispered over my mouth. "That's all we need, Easton."
I knew that look in his eyes. I may not know much about him, but I knew that look.
And we were in my classroom.
His son's classroom.
I may have had little shame, but he had none.
Be prepared to fall in love with Easton Bradbury & Tyler Mareck!!!
Fast forward ……next meeting they have is when Easton discovers that Tyler’s son will be one of her students. Problem? More than just one!! Getting involved would be total madness…….fight the attraction!!!!! That’s the plan!!
”What the hell are we doing? I couldn't get involved with a parent, and even if I did, it couldn't be him...I enjoyed him too much...”
I loved the interaction between them. The banter……Easton has just told Tyler that she has a bit of OCD…just something that makes her cope with things in her life……
The fun. The passion….and the steamiest sex ever.
I adored Easton. She’s survived some really bad things that happened in her life. She’s strong and nothing keeps her down for long. Her class scenes with her students and the teaching methods she applied were fascinating and so interesting. I loved the way social media was used as a teaching medium. So unique.
” Life was scarier - and harder - when you had things you were afraid to lose.
Why him? Why had he been the one to push his way in, and why had I allowed it?
“Damaged people were survivors, and they survived because they always put themselves first. Self-preservation demanded it.”
“I wanted to make more than just money. I wanted to make a difference and be remembered.”
“I set the fire, after all.”
S-O-L-D
"You don’t belong anywhere I’m not,” I whispered.
“If you’re lucky enough to get anything out of me, it will come free.”
I held her cheek with my hand, turning her lips to meet mine. “Say you miss me,” I whispered against her mouth. “And that you won’t regret me. Ask me if I think about you and miss you every day.”
“I found myself not wanting this evening to end any way other than in his arms.”
“Easton was a woman I’d wanted in my bed, but Ms. Bradbury was off limits. The lines were there, clear as day, and not to be breached.”
“Do you have any friends? Who was the last person to make you laugh? When was the last time you went to bed with someone more than once?”
“With her, I had no idea what the next hour held, much less the next week or month.”
“I’ve never wanted anyone again and again. But when I think about you, I get excited.”
“So you count things. What’s your favorite number?”
“Eight… Eight is perfect. Two groups. Four in each group making two couples in each group… I’m crazy. That’s what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking you’re beautiful. And if you need everything in eights, it could be a long night.”
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Need new books to read*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“You’re perfect,” he assured me. “Everything about you is perfect.”
But then I gasped as he spun me around and forced me to bend over. I had time only to twist my head to see what he was doing behind me before he yanked up my dress and slapped me on the ass.
“Wha—!”
He pulled me back up, my ass pressing into his groin as he smoothed my dress down and palmed my behind, breathing against my neck.
“Except that little episode at my office on Saturday,” he growled low in my ear. “Don’t ever mouth off to me in public again.”
And then he let me go and walked for the door, stopping once he’d put his hand on the door handle.
“Being a man is making hard choices and living with them,” I told her, “no matter how much it hurts.”
And then I reached out and ran my thumb across her cheek. “I miss you,” I whispered.
Her cold expression slowly started to crack, and her face turned sad.
Looking up at me, she shook her head. “You’re wrong,” she argued. “Being a man is having the wisdom – and the courage – to make the right choices.”
Damaged people were survivors, and they survived because they always put themselves first. Self-preservation demanded it.
The truth was, you’re happier when you’re needed and stronger when you’re loved.
“Life moves pretty fast,” she stated. “If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
“I wanted to make more than just money. I wanted to make a difference and be remembered.”
“You don’t belong anywhere I’m not.”
“In our hearts, we always know what’s right and wrong. That’s not the struggle. The struggle is wanting what’s wrong for you and gauging whether or not the consequences are worth it.”
If there was no gamble, there was no reward.
“You always wait for tomorrow. But let me clue you in. Tomorrow was yesterday.”
“God, she was beautiful. For one second she was stripped down, bare and gorgeous, without any of her armor – and it made me feel like she would die without the one thing I could give her”
“In our hearts, we always know what’s right and wrong. That’s not the struggle. The struggle is wanting what’s wrong for you and gauging whether or not the consequences are worth it.”
“You don’t belong anywhere I’m not.”
“The truth was, you’re happier when you’re needed and stronger when you’re loved.”
“I like how you are with me. You’re not careful with me. You see more of me than anybody else.”
“Damaged people were survivors, and they survived because they always put themselves first. Self-preservation demanded it.”
“Life was scarier – and harder – when you had things you were afraid to lose.„
“Family, forture, future„