As I closed my eyes and
nestled my head into Alex’s neck, I knew that everything had finally turned out just like a fairy tale. I’d never expected to find this kind of happiness, but becoming Mrs. Alex Travers was a dream come true. I had no idea what the future would hold – but I knew that as long as Alex and I were together, everything would be absolutely perfect.
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June
I’ve never been in love, but when I see him, I think this could be real.
The only thing is,…
He’s not just a single dad, he’s the father of one of my students.
He’s rich, gorgeous, and charming.
What would he want with a naïve little girl like me?
All I know is that I’ve never been this turned on in my life. My body is begging for more. But somehow I know that playing with fire is only going to get me burned.
Thomas
After my divorce, I swore off women.
That is, until I saw her. Petite, pale, with masses of black hair and intense eyes.
I know I have to have her. Her sweet body is begging for me to dominate her, to make her mine.
The problem?
I think I might be falling in more than just lust.
Chapter One
June
“Come to order, please!” I stood up and clapped my hands together, staring at my kids and waiting for them to calm down. My words had no effect – the room full of fifth graders was just as loud and noisy as it had been thirty seconds ago.
“Calm down!” I yelled, clapping my hands again and smacking my palms on the desk. This time, thankfully, the room fell silent.
“Thank you all,” I said, smiling tightly. “I know the day is almost over, and tomorrow’s--”
“Tomorrow's Friday!”
“Yes,” I said. I could feel my smile fading. “Tomorrow is Friday, and that means we've got a lot of work before the weekend.”
My class let out a collective groan. “Miss Rogers, it's so warm outside!”
“Yeah, it's like summer!”
“Except not as good 'cause the pool's not open!”
“Please!” I yelled, holding my hand in the air. “Please, guys, calm down. We've only got one more assignment for the day, okay? And then if you all are good, you can have a treat from the Treat Apple.” I pointed to the small, plastic apple on my desk filled with individually-wrapped candies.
The class let out a collective enthusiastic murmur and I sat down behind my desk. Grabbing a handful of photocopied papers, I handed them over my desk to my teacher's assistant, Ruth.
“Thanks June,” Ruth said. She rolled her eyes. “They're really a handful today, aren't they?”