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  Lifting her, I carry her to the bed and lay her down, then slowly strip out of my clothes. She watches me with hooded eyes, most of the uncertainty gone, replaced with desire.

  “I’m going to make you mine now, Brynne,” I growl out the promise as my cock springs free of its restraints. I crawl onto the bed, spreading her legs with my knees. “I’m going to make you mine, and no other man will ever touch you again.”

  Chapter Nine

  Brynne

  Even if I want to, I can’t resist him.

  From the moment, I saw him in my classroom, I knew deep down if he wanted me, I wouldn’t be able to say no. The need to touch him, to feel him inside of me is overwhelming.

  When I look up and catch his gaze, his lips twitch up in a smug grin.

  Arrogant.

  But I don’t mind.

  Not right now.

  If anything, it just makes him sexier.

  Part of me hates him for the way he makes me feel, but I can’t focus on that, not when he’s touching me, not when every fantasy I’ve had since I was fourteen years old is about to come true.

  The muscles in his body tense as he strokes himself, blue eyes never wavering from me.

  I reach out to run my hands down his abs and whimper. His thumb strokes across my clit and I swear I can feel the touch in every nerve ending in my body.

  It’s been too long since I’d been touched, too long since I’ve touched a man. And my senses are overloaded.

  His lips are on mine, and he growls into my mouth, “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

  It’s too much. My heart is racing, my breath coming fast and hard. My body yearns for him in ways I never thought possible.

  “Then don’t wait,” I whimper, shocked by the need in my voice. “Please.”

  He positions himself above so that his cock is nudged against my pussy, and I wiggle beneath him desperately. His fingers grip my hips, holding me steady.

  A rush of excitement shoots through me as I watch the swollen head of his cock eases into me. He’s huge, and I can feel the pull of my muscles as I stretch to accommodate the width of him.

  In one hard stroke, he buries himself inside of me.

  I let out a gasp as my fingers digging into his shoulders. When he starts to move, I’m all but helpless against the pleasure that races through me. He eases back, and I wrap my legs around his waist, locking him to me, needing everything he’s willing to give me.

  He slams into me, lodging his cock deeper than before, sending out a flood of pleasure racing through my body. His lips cover mine as his hips begin to move fast and steady, and I swear I feel each stroke in the very center of my being.

  His kiss becomes more urgent, and I return it, taking his mouth every bit as hard as he takes mine. Our tongues roll and clash, our lips molding against each other.

  Heat races through me. A pleasure so intense, I know I’ll never be the same afterwards.

  My heavy breaths become moans and I clench around his cock as the pressure tightens within me.

  When I finally come, the orgasm is so forceful, so intense that I feel like my soul is being ripped from my body, becoming one with his.

  He slams into me one more time, before his muscles tighten and I feel his own release explode within me in a rush.

  “My God, Brynne,” he groans into my ear.

  Rolling onto his back, he pulls me with him, so that his arms are wrapped around me in an intimate embrace.

  When I try to pull away, he doesn’t let go.

  “Stay,” he growls, holding me tighter. “Stay the night.”

  “What about Penny?”

  “She’s with her grandmother. She won’t be back until tomorrow night.” He kisses my hair. “Plus, that was just a warm up. I have every intention of making you scream my name more times tonight.”

  I laugh, snuggling closer. I know this feeling can’t last. That if I was smart, I would leave now, before my emotions get any more involved.

  But this – him – his strong arms wrapped around me, it’s like a dream.

  The trouble with dreams are you always have to wake up.

  Chapter Ten

  Harrison

  Morning sunlight pours through the window casting a golden hue on Brynne’s flawless skin. I caress her cheek with my knuckles, and she lets out a soft whimper in her sleep.

  I explored every inch of her perfect body last night, and I know she’s going to be sore today. But I want her again. My cock is hard as I press against her, nudging her legs apart. Her eyes blink open, and a small smile curves her lips.

  “Good morning,” she says huskily.

  “It is a good morning when I wake up to your beautiful face.”

  A trace of red creeps into her cheeks. “What time is it?”

  “A little after ten.”

  “Oh my God.” She starts to sit up, but I pull her back towards me. “I never sleep this late.”

  “Considering we didn’t do much sleeping last night, I think-”

  “Daddy?” A small voice echoes across the room.

  I jerk my gaze to the door to find Penelope standing there, staring wide eyed at Brynne. Thankfully the sheets cover our nakedness, but I can still see the confusion in her eyes. I’ve never brought a woman home to meet her, let alone have one stay overnight.

  Brynne lets out a small gasp, pulling the covers even tighter around herself.

  Shit.

  “Penelope. I told you to-” My mother reprimands Penny from the hallway, but stops short when she catches a glimpse of Brynne in my bed. “Oh my.”

  Fucking perfect.

  “Mother. Can you please take Penny downstairs while I get dressed?”

  She gives a tight nod, then ushers Penny away.

  “This isn’t happening,” Brynne mutters, rolling out of bed and gathering her clothes. “I knew I shouldn’t have stayed.”

  I pull on my pants. “It’s be fine. I’ll explain-”

  “Explain?” There are tears in Brynne’s eyes, but she blinks them away before the fall across her cheeks. “There’s no explaining this. The minute she tells one of her friends, I’ll be out of a job.”

  “She won’t tell anyone. And if she does, I’ll take care of it.”

  Brynne shakes her head wildly as she finishes pulling on her dress. “I knew this was a bad idea. I never should have come here.”

  I take her by the shoulders and force her to look at me. “We did nothing wrong.”

  “You have no idea how wrong this is.”

  “Why? Because of who your family is?”

  She freezes and I can practically see the blood drain from her face.

  I regret the words instantly.

  “You know?” It’s a whisper.

  “I figured it out last night. It doesn’t matter-”

  She takes a step back. “It does matter.”

  “Brynne.”

  “You knew and you didn’t say anything?”

  “I figured you’d tell me in time.” I drag my fingers through my hair and let out a frustrated breath. “And I didn’t want to ruin the night.”

  “You mean you didn’t want to ruin your chances of getting laid.”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “I need to go.” She starts towards the door.

  “Stop.” I take her hand and bring it my lips. “Don’t run off. Not until we talk about this. About us.”

  “Us?” Her lips pull up in a bitter smile. “There is no us. There never can be. I’ve already risked to much being with you. Please don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”

  The tears she’d been trying to hold back fall now, but when I reach out to comfort her, she pushes me away.

  “You’re acting irrational.”

  “Irrational?” She chuckles, but there’s no humor in the sound, only bitterness. “Try spending years having your name dragged through the mud just because of your name. Because of something you didn’t do. Having people stare and laugh o
r worse, just because you were born into the wrong family. I got away from that life. Started over. And I was happy here.”

  “You can still be happy.” I take her face in my palms. “With me.”

  A small sliver of hope creeps into her eyes, but when she blinks it’s gone, replaced by dismal acceptance.

  She peels my fingers away from her face. “Thank you for a wonderful evening. I won’t forget it.”

  With that, she turns and races from the room, taking a piece of my heart with her.

  Chapter Eleven

  Brynne

  Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

  I knew how this would end, and I still jumped head first into a heaping pile of trouble. I just didn’t know how much trouble until I read the headline of the Sunday Press.

  A Scandalous Affair

  A picture of myself and Harrison having dinner together and another one with him helping me into his limo is paired beside an article recapping my father and brother’s infamous trial and the crimes they were charged with.

  Whoever wrote the article did their homework.

  Ms. Jeffries currently works as a teacher at…

  My throat constricts as I read the name of the school. If I had any hope of keeping my job, it’s completely gone now. Not even Harrison can save me from this.

  Already, my cell has been ringing non-stop all morning. I haven’t listened to the messages, but I’m pretty sure at least one of them is the principal of the school calling to inform me that my job is terminated.

  Crawling into my bed, I pull the covers over my head and sob.

  The worst part of this whole thing is that despite that he’s the one that got me into this mess, I can’t stop thinking about Harrison. About his touch. The way he made my body hum in pleasure.

  Even now I can still smell him on me.

  He knew who I was.

  I don’t know what to think of that.

  From the moment, my family’s scandal hit the papers, everyone who knew me, disowned me. I lost all of my friends, even the boy I’d been casually dating, had dropped me, claiming he couldn’t have his name associated with mine.

  But Harrison acted like it didn’t matter who my family was - or maybe it was all a show.

  I don’t know.

  All I know is that I need to get as far away from here as quickly as possible.

  Chapter Twelve

  Harrison

  “Are you and Ms. Sweet going to get married?” Penny asks, her face bright with hope.

  I sigh as I sit down at the kitchen table beside her, and I see my mother’s brows raise.

  “I like her,” Penny continues. “She’s nice. Not like Mrs. Makris. She always yells and she smells funny. But Ms. Sweet is pretty and funny. I wouldn’t mind if she were my mommy.”

  I nearly choke on my coffee. “I think you’re rushing things, sweetheart. And I don’t want you to say anything to your friends, all right?”

  “Why?”

  “Because she might not be allowed to teach anymore if people knew.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “No, it isn’t. But it’s the way things work. Can I trust you to keep this a secret?”

  Penny nods.

  “I think you have other things to worry about,” my mother says, placing a newspaper in front of me.

  My chest constricts when I see the pictures on the front page. They were taken by a lousy camera, probably a cell phone, but our faces are clear enough, and the article is more than enough to cause irreparable damages to Brynne’s reputation.

  Whoever wrote it, was able to put a spin on Brynne’s past to make her look like the villain rather than the victim.

  Shit.

  “That poor girl.” My mother says, frowning. “It isn’t fair what the media has done to her. But you know no matter what you do, you can protect her from this. The school won’t allow her to keep her job once they know who she is.”

  “They will if I have any say in it.”

  “Are you sure you want to get involved?” She glances over at Penny. “This will affect more than just you.”

  “I have to.” Because I care about the woman. And one thing I’ve learned from my daughter, or maybe she’s learned from me, is that you always defend the innocent. I stand and kiss Penny’s head, then hug my mom. “Will you watch her for me today? I have some things I need to take care of.”

  She nods, but the concern is still etched in her features.

  I’m concerned too. Concerned that I won’t be able to make things right. Concerned that I may have already lost Brynne before I even really got her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Brynne

  One week. I don’t answer my phone. I don’t leave my apartment. And I sure as hell don’t read any more news.

  I sent my resignation to the school via email. I haven’t checked if they got back. In fact, I’ve pretty much cut myself completely off from the world. The only time I even got online was to book a one-way plane ticket to Switzerland. I have family there. On my mom’s side. They offered me a place to stay, until I can figure out what I want to do next. Which right now I have no idea what that is. I just know I can’t stay here.

  I leave in two days. It’s enough time to get my shit together. I’m already packed, and I’ve terminated my lease. All that’s left to do is wait, and try my best not to think about Harrison. But no matter how hard I try, his face consumes my every thought.

  Him and Penny.

  I hate leaving her. I hate leaving all my students, but especially her. In a short time, we connected, and I saw a real change in her. She was even starting to make friends at school.

  There a loud bang on my door and I jump.

  “Brynne,” the deep, familiar voice booms, followed by more banging. “Open the door.”

  It’s not the first time Harrison has come by. But I’d managed to not to answer when he’s rung from downstairs. Somehow, he’s managed to get into the apartment, and from his tone, I can tell he’s not leaving without a fight.

  “I know you’re in there.”

  With a heavy sigh, I steel my spine and open the door.

  He barges in, and I can tell he’s mad – really mad. There’s fire in his eyes when he pins his gaze on me.

  “Why the hell haven’t you answered my calls?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, because his gaze drops to the suitcases lined against the wall. “You’re leaving?”

  I rub my hands over my arms and turn away. “I have family in Switzerland. I’ll be staying with them until this whole thing blows over.”

  “It’s already over.”

  “What are you talking about.”

  “I took care of things.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “How?”

  “I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, and I meant it. If you’d just fucking picked up your phone once in the past week, you’d have realized that.” He takes a step toward me, and his fingers reach out, burying in my hair, as his mouth finds mine.

  The kiss is hard, desperate, shocking.

  He’s devours me, and despite my need to keep my head, I’m consumed by him.

  When he pulls back, he breathes out heavily. “Don’t run from me, Brynne.”

  “I’m not running from you. I-I can’t go through this. Not again.”

  “If you’re running from your past, from the shit your family put you through, it doesn’t matter where you go. It’ll always find you.”

  She shakes her head.

  “You know I’m right.” He kisses me again, this time softer.

  “I can’t…”

  “You still have your job. You can take another week off, but it’s there when you want to go back. And from what Penny tells me, those kids want you back desperately.”

  “But their parents-”

  “Will deal with me if they have any problems.”

  I shake my head. “Why? Why are you doing this?”

  “Because whatever shit your father and brother did, it’s not a reflection of
who you are. You deserve to be able to live free of fear.”

  “The world doesn’t see it that way.”

  “Fuck the world.”

  I can’t help but laugh.

  “I’m not saying people won’t talk, or there won’t be controversy. But you’ll be able to live without this fucking shadow looming over your head everywhere you go.”

  “I don’t see how that’ll ever be possible.”

  “Marry me.”

  I pull back. “What?”

  His fingers tighten in my hair, his expression serious. “Marry me. Be my wife. I can protect you.”

  I shake my head. “You don’t even know me.”

  “Bullshit. I know you better than you think. I know you’re good and kind. You worry about others more than yourself. And I know you got a really shitty deal with your family. I also know that my daughter thinks the world of you. And she’d be one lucky little girl to have you as a mom.”

  “Harrison-”

  “Let me finish. I know this is rushed. That I’m probably not the man you envisioned when you thought about who you would marry, but-”

  I start laughing, hard. I can’t help it. Because he doesn’t know how wrong he is.

  “What?” His brows furrow.

  “You’re exactly what I envisioned. You’re the only man I ever wanted to marry. The only man I ever dreamed about marrying. Ever since I was Penny’s age, you’re everything I ever wanted.”

  His lips twitch up. “Then marry me.”

  I sigh, reality sinking in. “Childhood dreams aren’t enough reason to marry someone. Neither is amazing sex. Or that beautiful little girl. I want someone who loves me.”

  “Jesus, Brynne. Don’t you get it. I do love you. And it’s not just about the amazing sex. It’s about what’s in here.” He places his hand over my heart.

  I suck in a breath. “You can’t love me.”