Fake Marriage Box Set

Again?

I laughed. Thank God I lived in a house and not an apartment. The police would have been at the door if they heard a woman screaming.

Again and again and again.

Thanks. Now I’m wet. I still have class. Gotta go.

Before I got a chance to reply, she sent me one last text.

We’ll see who screams when my tongue licks you like a popsicle.

And just like that, I was rock hard and had a case of blue balls. I needed her.

Mean. You are a naughty girl.

Spank me.

I stopped texting after that. I couldn’t risk her phone going off in the middle of some class. Although professors didn’t take the phones of students away like they did in high school, it was too risky.

Leaning back on the couch, I adjusted my pants to give my straining erection some room to breathe and realized I was smiling. She made me feel alive, almost like I was a twenty-something kid again. Sexting wasn’t really a thing back when Miriam and I hooked up, but I liked it. I liked the foreplay. I felt much braver saying the things via text than I would face-to-face. No wonder so many people used texting in today’s world. It was liberating.

Dexter jumped up and started purring loudly beside me. I reached out a hand and stroked his back before scratching behind his ears. I was actually petting the stupid cat. Tessa was turning me into a different man. I felt giddy, excited about life in general.

It wasn’t long though before guilt and regret set in.

“Dammit!” I shouted into the air, causing Dexter to meow in protest.

What had I been thinking? She was a student. I was addicted to what I couldn’t have. She was as bad as any street drug. I craved her. She consumed my every thought, but she was so bad for me. I could lose everything if I gave into my need. I longed for her in a way that scared me a little. Was it an obsession? I’d had her once—that should be enough. I needed to walk away while I still could. Now that I was back in the game, I could surely go out and find another woman who wasn’t so dangerous.

I have to. I can’t drag her down with me. I have to end it before it goes any farther. With my resolve set and my earlier happiness deflated, I called it a night and headed to bed early. There was nothing to stay awake for.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Tessa

I woke up panting, on the verge of a climax. My body had a film of sweat covering it head to toe. It was Ian. He was haunting me in my dreams. Most of the night was spent dreaming about the man who seemed to know exactly what my body needed. I found it shocking the man had kept those magical skills of his to himself for four long years. It was a crime! How could a man as introverted as Ian be that good in bed?

I stretched away the last tingles of the almost-climax and got out of bed. I was looking forward to seeing him. It was

going to be hard to keep my hands to myself. I needed him again. Another shiver of delight shot through me as I imagined his tongue tracing a line down my body, straight to my center.

I want him again, but it needs to be done with extreme care. I can’t park my car at his house or vice versa. There is no way I can ignore the attraction and although it is probably wrong on about a hundred different levels—I don’t care. I want him and intend to have him. I’ll make him promise to be more careful. I could never live with myself if I were the one to get him fired. Even if the sex would be worth almost anything the dean could throw our way.

After a quick shower, I headed for the kitchen, knowing Maria was waiting. We hadn’t seen each other since the night of the charity event, and she had been blowing up my phone, asking for details.

“Don’t even think about denying me,” she greeted, handing me a cup of coffee. “I have waited too long. I want all of the dirty details.”

I grinned. “What makes you think there are any details at all?”

She rolled her eyes. “You can’t hide that glow. I have seen it before and even got to experience it myself a time or two. You got laid.”

I laughed, admitting nothing.

“That good, huh? Spill. Now.”

I debated how much I should tell her for about a second before I dove in. I gave her plenty of details, enjoying the retelling.

“He is the best I’ve ever had. My experience isn’t quite as vast as yours, but he is attentive, kind, and when it’s right, forceful,” I said, with a small shudder, thinking back to my night with Ian. The man had shown me a great deal about himself in that all too brief time together. I wondered if I would get the chance to learn more. I prayed I did. I can’t imagine going through life without getting a second chance at the man.