Former tennis player Easton Bradbury is trying to be the best teacher she can be, trying to reach her bored students and trying to forget her past. What brought her to this stage in her life isn’t important. She can’t let it be. But now one parent-teacher meeting may be her undoing…
Meeting Tyler Marek for the first time makes it easy for Easton to see why his son is having trouble in school. The man knows how to manage businesses and wealth, not a teenage boy. Or a young teacher, for that matter, though he tries to. And yet…there is something about him that draws Easton in—a hint of vulnerability, a flash of attraction, a spark that might burn.
Wanting him is taboo. Needing him is undeniable. And his long-awaited touch will weaken Easton’s resolve—and reveal what should stay hidden…
4.5 Stars
I loved everything about this book! It was the perfect blend of drama, angst and steam. The sexual chemistry between Easton Bradbury and Tyler Marek is off the chart.
Easton Bradbury is a young, smart, sassy and guarded teacher. She's also a former tennis pro, whose life has been shaken up with guilt. When she meets the mysterious, sexy and older Tyler Marek for the first time, sparks fly. The attraction and sexual tension is strong, but that's it. They flirt and take it no further.
Months later Easton comes face to face with the Mr. Marek at her first parent-teacher conference. Knowing that she needs to be professional and unaffected in his presence, she can't seem to fight the pull between each other. And the same goes for Tyler. Easton is too young and more importantly, his son's teacher.
But no book-worthy relationship is every easy. Just throw in careers, exes, family and the public eye and it will cause plenty of hot, undercover romps and drama.
I couldn't turn the pages faster in this book. I've always been a huge fan of Ms. Douglas and I knew that Misconduct would be another great book.
“Why you?” he questioned. “Why have I been thinking of you
ever since that Mardi Gras ball?”
He pressed his body to mine, and I shook my head slowly.
“Mr. Marek,” I pleaded, but it was useless. My eyes fell to
his mouth, and then I glanced to my closed door, knowing that even though the
students were gone for the day, there might still be staff around. “Please.”
“There was something that drew us together that night,” he
maintained. “Something that got under my skin, something that’s still there.”
His mouth was an inch from mine, and I breathed hard,
needing to push him away, but at the same time, that was the last thing I
wanted.
“Easton,” he whispered, and reached down behind my thigh,
lifting it to press himself closer against me.
I groaned, feeling the ridge of his cock nestle between my
legs.
“We can’t do this,” I told him.
My clothes felt like sandpaper on my skin, and I wanted
them off. I wanted his shirt open and to know what he felt like under my
fingertips.
“I know,” he answered.
But while his left hand held my knee up, his right hand
slid between my legs and rubbed my clit through my panties.
I sucked in a sharp breath and clutched his shoulders,
letting my eyes fall closed as my head floated away from me.
“Mr. Marek,” I begged.
But his breath fell against my mouth, and he whispered, “I
told you there would be no stopping me when we finally ran into each other
again.”
And before I could open my eyes, he’d captured my bottom
lip between his teeth and then kissed me, sending me reeling until I didn’t
know which way was up.
I couldn’t fight it. His tongue dove into my mouth as he
pressed me against the whiteboard and kissed me hard. I circled my arms around
his neck, knowing I was getting myself into a shit ton of trouble, but I didn’t
care at the moment.
My body needed him. That’s all it was.
I wouldn’t get involved emotionally—I never did.
He grabbed me underneath both thighs and swung me around,
planting my ass on the desk.
I groaned, his mouth working strong and fast over mine, stealing
my breath as pleasure swarmed in my chest. It spiraled downward like a cyclone
low in my belly.
I tightened my legs around his waist as his fingers slid
under my dress, raking down my thighs.
I grabbed the back of his neck, cocking my head and
returning every inch of his kiss. He tasted like coffee with vanilla, and I
felt a hint of stubble on his face under my fingertips.
Dropping my hands down his body, I started unbuttoning his
black vest. It was too thick, and I couldn’t feel him.
I pulled my mouth back, then dove back in to flick his
tongue with mine.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, eating me up with quick kisses
and nibbles. “Why does it have to be you, huh?”
I fumbled with the last button and finally tore open the
vest, running my hands up his stomach and chest, covered only by his fine white
dress shirt.
But even through the shirt, I felt the dips of his abs and
pecs and of his toned waist and back.
Something screeched to my right, and I twisted my head to
see the flailing branches of the tree outside scraping against the windowpane.
The leaves blew, and I knew the storm would be here soon.
But I turned back to him, both of us breathing heavily, and
I loved the storm in Tyler Marek’s eyes even more.
He slid his hands inside my panties and leaned his forehead
into mine. I whimpered and grasped the back of his neck with both hands, my
pussy throbbing at the thick ridge of his cock pressing against my leg.
He leaned down, his teeth nipping at my jaw as my eyes fluttered
closed.
“Tyler.” I let my head fall back, craning my neck for his
lips. “Mr. Marek, please stop,” I begged.
His hot breath fell across my ear, and I shivered.
“I thought about you all weekend,” he whispered. “How do
you make me do that?”
I snatched up his lips again. I liked what he was telling
me too much.
He grabbed the hair at the back of my head and pulled,
exposing my neck again as he dived down and whispered against my skin, “When
you walked in, dressed in that short little skirt, my fucking hands wanted
these thighs”—he raked his fingers down my legs again—“almost as much as my
mouth did,” he admitted.
I squeezed my eyes shut, the need becoming agony. “Mr.
Marek,” I quaked. “Oh, God.”
I didn’t want to stop him, but . . .
I bit my bottom lip, feeling his fingers slide up and down
my pussy, dipping and bringing out the wetness, spreading it over my clit.
And then whimpered, feeling two long fingers plunge inside
of me.
“Shit,” I moaned, squirming against his fingers. “Please
stop,” I pleaded. “Tyler, please.”
But he just added another finger, staring down and watching
the pleasure of what he was doing spread across my face.
“Say it again,” he ordered.
I blinked, opening my eyes, even though his thumb rubbing
circles on my clit was driving me wild.
“Tyler,” I said gently. “Please stop.”
His mouth curled into a smile, and he stole a kiss, nipping
at my bottom lip. “You don’t want me to, do you?” he breathed out.
He increased his speed, flicking my clit faster and harder
and curling the fingers inside of me, making me suck in air quicker and quicker
and making me so needy I damn near gave in and begged to ride his cock.
“Tyler, oh, my God,” I cried, squeezing my eyes shut again and
feeling my insides swirl and tighten.
“On second thought, call me Mr. Marek,” he insisted, and I
popped my eyes open, seeing the devil in his grin.
I bit my lips between my teeth, groaning as I leaned back
on my hands and slid my ass back and forth, fucking his fingers.
“Yes, Mr. Marek,” I breathed out, dropping my head back as
the whole fucking world started to spin.
One of my heels dropped to the floor, but I couldn’t care
less.
He continued staring down at me, looking like he was
completely captivated with my face.
“You going to be nice from now on?” he challenged in a hard
voice, rubbing harder.
“Yes, Mr. Marek,” I rushed out.
“You going to keep your temper in check?” His long fingers
filled me up again and again.
I nodded frantically, feeling the orgasm coming. “Yes, Mr.
Marek.”
“And I’m not done with you yet,” he warned. “Just so you
know.”
I breathed in and out quickly, my body tensing and shaking.
“Yes,” I cried out.
And then the orgasm exploded, spreading down my thighs and through
my belly. I dropped my head all the way back, plastering my hand to my mouth to
stifle the cry as I squeezed my eyes shut and let him rub my clit, bringing the
orgasm to an end.
My legs, suddenly as shaky as Jell-O, released their grip
on his waist and dangled off the side of the desk.
He kissed me, holding my lips for a few moments, and for a
just a few moments I felt like I did on Sunday mornings. When I woke up and
realized I could stay in bed.
Content.
About the Author
Penelope Douglas is the author of the New York
Times bestselling Fall Away series. She has her Masters of Science in
Education from Loyola University in New Orleans and she currently lives in Las
Vegas with her family.
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