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“Handsome. I think you’re just my type, Mr. Morgan. Tall, dark and handsome … I would put good money down that you’re just about every woman’s type.”
A rough chuckle leaves me as I reply, “But I don’t want to be out here with any woman. I only asked one to coffee.”
“Well … actually, I asked you out for coffee so I could ask you out for dinner.”
“You are something else, Trent.” “As are you, Autumn.”
“When I want something, I go after it. And I want you.”
He may be my son’s teacher … but there’s no doubt that Trent Morgan could teach me a thing or two.
I’ve been imagining all sorts of things for over a year but what I wanted to do to that man on top of that little table is downright deviant.
Every moment without her, she’s all I can think about.
“You like to smile, don’t you? Her head tilts with a small nod. “Happiness is a choice.”
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“What would make you happy?” You.
One small problem, though: there’s nothing about the two of us that I want to do slow.
I reach the thin lace of her panties. Her smile against my lips is sultry and sinful, just like the words she whispers. “Tear it if you want.” Fuck. As if I couldn’t get any harder for her.
“Yes,” she begs and I happily oblige. Harder. Faster. I fuck her into her mattress like I’ve dreamed of doing.
She needs time to know I’m serious—hell, she needed a year just to let me take her out for coffee. I’ll give her all the time in the world … tomorrow. But right now?
“Not yet,” I tell her, positioning myself on top of her again. The bed groans and her bottom lip drops open just slightly. “I’m not done with you yet. Spread your legs for me.”