Bad Teacher – Bad Boss – Bad Royal – Unprofessional Bad Boys Read online Clarissa Wild

Categories Genre: BDSM, College, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
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I have to actually walk her to the kitchen and give her food before she’ll stop humping my leg for attention.

I really have to mentally prepare myself for what’s in that bedroom, though. After taking a deep breath, I walk back and take a peek. Oh god … I can’t believe he’s really there. That he kissed me and that I kissed him back. My boss. Fuck.

Well, here I am, having a meltdown over what was, I gotta admit, a damn great fuck.

Because that’s just the thing. I know exactly what I did. I can still feel every single thing he did to me. Every single inch of him inside me.

My pussy clenches from the thought of having him there again, and I whisper, “Stop it!” Like that’s going to help.

I wanted him so badly, and now look at what happened. I actually fucked him.

What’s wrong with you, Lesley? You know men can’t be trusted, and he’s your fucking boss. This isn’t going to end well.

Still …

I cock my head.

He does have one giant schlong.

I shake my head, forcing myself to stop looking by turning away and grabbing my own head.

“No, you’re not going to let this happen. No matter how great it was or how good it felt, you’re not doing it again. You’re going to forget about it. Pretend it never happened. So you can keep your job and not get hurt,” I whisper to myself, and I nod.

Then I put on my clothes, grab a pen and paper, and jot down a note for TJ.

I mean, I could kick him out, but that wouldn’t be nice. We had an amazing time last night, and I should let him sleep it off. So I’ll leave a note here and disappear.

I know it’s weird, but I can’t just stay and face him. That’d be more awkward than seeing your dog shit on someone else’s doorstep (Thank you, Pepper).

Anyway, I’ll deal with it Monday. For now, I’ll let him sleep. He looks too cute anyway.

I smile at the memories of him kissing me. It really is too good to be true.

Sighing, I grab a cracker from my kitchen, put Pepper on the leash, and walk out the door. TJ will find his way out eventually.

* * *

TJ

My own snore wakes me, and I sputter some words I don’t even know the meaning of as I shoot up from the bed. That’s when I realize I’m not in my own home.

Fuck, yes.

A devious grin spreads across my lips.

I did it.

For a second there, I almost thought I’d imagined it, but no, I actually fucking did it.

I had sex with Lesley.

I give myself a mental high five and lick my lips, proud of my achievement even though I know damn well it’s not something to be proud of. I mean, I slept with one of my employees. It can’t get any more wrong than that. But I made my choice last night, and I don’t regret a thing.

However, when I roll over to cuddle, she’s no longer there.

“Oh …” I throw the blanket off me and look around. “Lesley?” She doesn’t respond. “Are you here?”

In my birthday suit, I walk through the living room and peek into the bathroom, wondering if she’s already there, waiting for me to join her. I’d definitely be up for some hot shower sex.

Too bad, because she obviously isn’t there. Not even a whisper can be heard.

Where the fuck did she go?

As I saunter around the room, I suddenly find a note lying on the table that I hadn’t noticed before. It must be from her. I pick it up and read it.

I had to run. I told my best friend I’d meet her today, and I can’t be late. You can leave whenever you want. You don’t need a key; the door closes on its own.

Had a great time. See you at work.

Lesley.

What? No goodbye? No kisses? Not even a lipstick smooch on the back?

What is this? An excuse for her to leave early?

Obviously. I shake my head, snorting. Typical.

She bailed on me. Of course, she did. Who wouldn’t when they discover a sexy, naked dude lying next to them in bed? Exactly.

Except I do kinda miss her.

I expected this to be much smoother. Like breakfast in bed and maybe another round before we parted ways. Okay, maybe not that, but at least a good morning kiss and a proper goodbye.

But this? Nah, this is a sore thank you for whatever it was we did last night.

I knew she was just as hard-pressed about us hooking up as I was, but I didn’t know she’d pull this stunt.

“Well,” I mutter as I open a cabinet in her kitchen and take out a box of cereal. “Guess I’ll have some breakfast alone then.”

One thing’s for sure, though. I’m going to make her feel this one.



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