Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
He’s a grumpy teacher with a chip on his shoulder. She’s his much, much younger student who’s completely off-limits.
Love broke me when I was a teen.
My dad not only slept with my girlfriend, but he knocked her up and made her my stepmom, too. Nearly two decades later and I’m still not over it.
How can I be when they’re a daily reminder of what was stolen from me?
Being a teacher isn’t necessarily my passion but pissing my dad off is.
He thinks teaching is beneath our family and I love watching him squirm.
But the joke’s on me.
I’m completely obsessed with the quiet, beautiful girl in my class.
Always staring at her perfect lips when no one’s looking.
She’s so young—too young for me.
Something about her, though, is just so sad and I can’t seem to stop thinking about her.
I want to comfort her. To hold her.
To teach her filthy lessons while in the sanctity of my bedroom.
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To Matt—my teacher of everything.
From USA Today Bestselling Author K Webster comes a new steamy age-gap, student-teacher forbidden romance!
He’s a grumpy teacher with a chip on his shoulder. She’s his much, much younger student who’s completely off-limits.
Love broke me when I was a teen.
My dad not only slept with my girlfriend, but he knocked her up and made her my stepmom, too. Nearly two decades later and I’m still not over it.
How can I be when they’re a daily reminder of what was stolen from me?
Being a teacher isn’t necessarily my passion, but pissing my dad off is.
He thinks teaching is beneath our family and I love watching him squirm.
But the joke’s on me.
I’m completely obsessed with the quiet, beautiful girl in my class.
Always staring at her perfect lips when no one’s looking.
She’s so young—too young for me.
Something about her, though, is just so sad and I can’t seem to stop thinking about her.
I want to comfort her. To hold her.
To teach her filthy lessons while in the sanctity of my bedroom.
And yet, I can’t.
Not only would I lose my job and bring humiliation down on the others in my family who don’t deserve the heat, but I’d be just like him. My father. A sicko chasing some girl he has no business going after. I refuse to let that happen.
Until I’m forced to protect her when no one else will.
Everything changes and I cross a line I’m not sure I can come back from.
It turns out, I’m exactly like my father.
A selfish man hell-bent on ruining everyone’s lives over a teenage girl.
***This is a complete standalone novel with a happily ever after. Characters are of legal age.***
Trigger Warning
This book has some triggering scenes for some readers including bullying, sexual assault, domestic abuse, and other potentially upsetting subject matter.
These scenes do not happen between the two main characters.
Callum
Lips shouldn’t be so captivating. They’re a part of the body, not twins made of magic and beauty. But her lips are a work of art. I want to study them and discuss them. Marvel over their perfection—the exact light red shade of the inside of a sliced strawberry. Probably just as sweet too. Each time she licks them, I stifle a groan of need, wishing I could lick them too.
Look away, you fucking creep.
Somehow, I manage. I dart my gaze along every face in the room, lingering on the other fifteen or so females, wondering if it’s me who’s the problem here or her. When no one else captures my interest, I know the answer.
Her.
Always her.
The urge to drag my hungry stare back to her pretty mouth is almost uncontrollable. With each passing day, I find it more and more difficult to remain unaffected.
She makes it impossible.
Someone laughs and attempts to stifle the sound. This draws my attention to Levi Paulson. He’s a little shit who gets on my last nerve. Normally, I’d be irritated, but I’m almost grateful for the distraction.
Almost.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Paulson?” I lean back in my desk chair and it creaks from the movement, echoing in the otherwise silent classroom. “I’m not sure what you think is so funny about your test.”
Levi rolls his eyes but won’t look at me. “No problem, Mr. Park.”
“That’s what I thought.”
A few students snigger at my reply. Levi’s features harden. I don’t care if kids like Levi think I’m a dick. I am a dick. I have no problems with being a dick. It’s kind of my thing.
Which makes this…obsession…so complicated.
Because I don’t want to be a dick to her. Not even a little bit. I want to pull off all her petals, expose whatever hides beneath her outer layers, and know every sweet piece of her.
But I can’t.
I won’t.
She’s a student. My student. This makes her untouchable. I refuse to be like my father.
Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her. Don’t fucking look at her.
Against their own accord, my eyes abandon the shit starter, Levi, to travel their way back to her.
Willa Reyes.
My dick stiffens as soon as my gaze is back on her lips. She has her plump bottom lip captured between her teeth, her brows furled in concentration. Willa is the best student I have in any of my classes. Not because I crave her mouth like my next breath. It’s because she’s quiet, studious, and always outperforms everyone else.
It’s not her performance that has me so captivated, though.
There’s just something about her that taunts me. It provokes carnal desires inside me that have no business being poked at. Her innocence is like blood dragging its way through dark ocean waters. I’m the shark desperate for a taste—the predator who will tear through her sweetness and devour her whole.
Fuck.
My dark gray slacks tighten around my cock, the material unable to keep the hard flesh from straining for freedom. Beneath my desk, I push against it with the heel of my palm, needing relief but unable to find it.