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Making
good people helpless won’t make bad people harmless.
Blinking away quickly, I try to catch my breath. Professor Dirk Winston is lose your panties, fall to your knees, thank (not-lost) Jesus, fucking hot as sin.
Tension radiates across my shoulders like a warning. This conversation is becoming problematic. She speaks and carries herself in a way that feels more mature than a typical college student.
I shouldn’t like it that she’s jealous. This afternoon, when things got tense in my office, I almost broke. I’m a physical guy, and the idea she could hold her own is as much a turn-on as her fuck-me body.
I should let her
think I’m with Sharon, but I can't stop playing with fire, this blazing inferno I’m rea...
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I’m perfectly still, laser-focused, watching for the moment his weakness is exposed, and it’s happened. I’m his weakness. He tries to pretend it’s not true. He tries to hide it, but his efforts only whet my appetite for him. They only tease my muscles tighter.
We’ve reached the part where I pounce.
I made a mistake. I made a big, terrible mistake.
A phantom image of her bent over the desk in
front of me drifts through my mind, and my dick hardens. Fuck, I screwed up bad… but ...
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What are you doing with him? The jealousy churning my stomach is unreasonable, and her reply makes it worse. I’m doing what you said, professor. I’m out with a boy my age.
She puts her hands on my shoulders as I make
sure she’s secure in the seat. “You do care.” “I never said I didn’t care. I said we can’t be together.”
The happiness in her eyes vanishes, and my ...
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She’s playful and beautiful, and I want to kiss her. I want to pull her into my arms and tell her this night is perfect. I want to tell her I think
she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and she fucking blows my mind, and if everything were different…
How has she managed to destroy my will, to wrap me around her finger this way?
I’ve never felt this way. I’ve never longed for someone so much, to the
point where physical pain enters my chest when we’re apart.
Our eyes meet, and the familiar lightning electrifies my senses. I’ve never been this way with a woman. I’ve had relationships, but I’ve never felt the things you hear about in songs and sonnets. I’ve never hungered for someone so intensely.
Blinking away, I nod. “And some other things. I can’t really talk about it.” “Okay.” The tension leaves his voice, and he bends down to kiss me again. I love his kisses. “When you’re ready… maybe I can help you.”
Chewing my lip, I trace my fingers through his soft hair. When I’m ready.
We didn’t get a proper goodbye, but I don’t want that. I never want to tell him goodbye. I still cling to that dream like a
subconscious wish. You don’t have to fight alone anymore…
If only that were true, bu...
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My heart hurts, and I know the way my story ends. ...
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Through the door, I hear her yell. “It’s not true. I’m not one of them. I’m trying to help.”
Closing my eyes, my jaw grinds remembering
how I waited for her in my office, eager, believing, ultimately worrying. Fuck. Standing in that hall, those feelings morph into something bitter and raw in my chest. Placing my hand on the door, I hesitate, breathing deeply to fight off my base desire to hurt her for hurting me.
For six weeks she
owned me, and I wanted her with every waking breath. The only thing that can kill it is my anger. I won’t be used like that again by her or anyone.
I said I wouldn’t sleep with him for a book, and I didn't. I slept with him because he was everything I’d never had.
He wanted me, and with him, I wasn’t alone. He’s beautiful and smart and funny and possessive and strong and passionate. He healed my wounds and stopped the nightmares. He was the fire burning deep in my soul, feeding me, giving me life.
I had a heart. I thought I’d lost it, but he helped me find it again. Now it’s broken.
“When I was given this assignment, they said you were the computer geek, the tech guy, and I expected a nerd, a nobody. I didn’t expect what I found. I didn’t expect you to affect me. I didn’t expect to want you so much.”
My voice is quiet, as I speak. “Even when you hurt me, I’ll still come to you. Remember?”
“I didn’t hurt you.” His voice is equally quiet. “You hurt me.” “And for that I’m so sorry. You’re the best man I’ve ever known.”
“I’ve been wondering what was under this dress since I got home.”
“Nothing,” I hum, heat flooding my core as his hot breath whispers over my skin. “Just how you like it, professor.”
“It’s exactly how I like it.”
Our love might have started as a scheme, a plot by evil people to do bad things, but the strength of what we have, the undeniable force of our attraction, broke
through their plans. What started out as forbidden, dissolved under the strength of two lonely souls searching for family, for belonging, for the missing piece.
We found it in each other. We’re silent yet strong, wounded, but still fighting, and we earned our happily ever a...
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it. I thought it wasn’t mine to have, but he changed my destiny. We’re magical yet real, healing and transformative. From the ugly and the cruel g...
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