Publication date: June 15th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance
As an English professor at an Ivy League university, I’m at the top of my profession, but something’s missing. I gave up my artistic dreams to pursue an academic career. And I’m still haunted by the scars of my past.
I enjoy breaking the rules and doing what I damn well please. And a dangerous infatuation’s blooming—Darcy’s intelligent, innocent, and virginal. I long to be her first, to teach her every wicked thing I know.
There’s just one problem—she’s my student, the ultimate forbidden fruit.
I lead a well-ordered life with to-do lists and schedules. I always do the safe thing, make the right choices. I’ve made all my plans—got accepted into a master’s degree program, and I even have a graduate assistantship lined up.
Although, I long to be an author, like my father, but it’s not a stable career. Yet, I can’t stop thinking about seeing my name on a book cover.
To make matters worse, I keep my thinking about my sexy professor—he’s got a British accent, an attitude, and a bad boy streak. I hang on his every word. When we get close, all my barriers and rules break down. He’s encouraging me to throw caution to the wind and chase my dream.
Can I let go? Have the life I want and the man I long for?
As if he’d heard my silent plea, Ian kissed his way down my torso, pausing to lick my belly button. I moaned, imagining his tongue in much more intimate place.
Then he slid the button of my jeans open.
I gasped. “Wait.”
“What’s wrong? Are you having another attack?” He shook his head, as though to clear it.
“Er, no.” The embarrassment portion of this evening wasn’t over yet.
“Tell me.” He kissed my stomach.
I searched for the words. “Since we’re sharing, there’s something you should know about me.”
“Darcy, whatever it is, I can handle it.”
“I’m a virgin.” I winced, waiting for his response.
Ian groaned, long and low. His eyes widened.
“Sorry.” My cheeks burned.
“Never apologize.” Then the pleasing weight of him was gone.
“Hey. Where are you going?”
“Away from temptation—for the moment, at least.” He smirked. “So you’ve never…?”
“Nope. No one else has touched me, er, there.” I wrapped my arms around myself. “But I’ve, uh, taken matters into my own hands. I mean, this isn’t the fifties, you know? I read this article once. So I grabbed a hand mirror and then—”
“Hold on, pet. Don’t distract me with decadent images—one thing at a time.”
“Okay.” Did this mean we were done with sexy times this evening?
“Although, I want to hear the rest of your story. Better yet, you can give me a demonstration at a later date.”
And I blushed for a different reason. “So what do you think?”
“First off, New York men must be daft. You’re a beauty with brains. How did you get to the ripe old age of twenty-one untouched?
“I’ve been busy…?”
He laughed. “Item number two. We can’t have sex tonight.”
My turn to groan. Seriously? I’d screwed up my courage, picked out sex clothes, come over to his place, survived a meltdown, kissed him, and now he was going to turn me down?
“It’s not a big deal. I’m ready, Ian.” I leaned back again. “See?”
“Believe me, I am too—more than ready, actually. But we can’t.”
“What’s the problem?” I sat up.
“I’d like to make your first time special.”
“This is a rite of passage, and it should be done properly.”
Dammit. As much as I hated to admit it, maybe he had a point.
“Was yours? Special, I mean.”
“No, but I’m a man. I suppose there are double standards.”
“How old were you?”
“I was fifteen and worried about hairy palms.” Ian showed me his hands.
“I’ll make you a deal. We’ll try this again tomorrow night, but with some candles, another bottle of wine, and we’ll be in my bed. Some ambiance is in order. Okay?”
Hmm, maybe I’d get a bit of romance and candlelight after all.
“Yes, but I don’t want to go.”
“No one said you were going anywhere. We can have a good time, just not as much fun as I’d hoped for.”
Sounded promising. “What did you have in mind?”
“Has anyone licked you?” He raised a brow.
I shook my head.
A shiver of anticipation ran through me. My stomach twisted into a thick knot, but it wasn’t from fear. Excitement tingled my senses.
“You’re spoiling me, pet. Not everyone gets handed a clean slate. I don’t know how to react.”
“So you haven’t been anyone’s first before?” I couldn’t shake the feeling I was out of my depth here.
“No. See? This’ll be a first for both of us.”
Cynthia Rayne is a USA TODAY bestselling author of the Lone Star Mobster Series, Let it Ride Series, and the Four Horsemen MC Series. While Cynthia was born and raised a damn Yankee in Ohio, her parents hail from Dixie, and she grew up on homemade buttermilk biscuits and southern wisdom. In her spare time, she enjoys shopping, reading way too many romance novels, and drinking a truly obscene amount of coffee.
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