Page 9 of Teacher's Pet

“I heard about you and the DILF from Wildwood Construction,” she chuckles. “Nobody thought anyone would ever land that white whale.”

The Moby Dick reference is not lost on me and I clench my thighs together, my mind stuck on the man under me in that closet. The way he felt, the smell of him all around me. All man, woodsy pine and lumber and something that’s just naturally him. My body clenches again and I grit my teeth.

This is torture.

“Did you hear about Remington moving here and bringing his company headquarters with him?”

“No way. Where? There’s no place big enough for his company.”

“He didn’t move the whole thing. Just his offices. He’s taken over the old farmhouse on the edge of town. Moved in with his personal assistant.

“How personal?” I snicker.

“I don’t know. But Cassie or one of the girls may know her. I’m not sure.”

“Okay. Well, I’m sure we’ll meet her sooner rather than later.”

“I’m sure. The town is too small not to,” she laughs.

“Says the mayor. How are things going with you and your hubby?”

“Oh, he’s so entranced with his new book that he wrote and the studio buying it up to make a movie that I think his head has gotten so big that it might never fit through a doorway again.”

I laugh. “Yeah. Well, he definitely has an ego.”

“He does. But most of it is because of how much I love him. He says that gives him everything he needs.”

My heart hurts. I can’t breathe. I want that. I want it all.

For some damn reason Foster Marcone’s craggy, rough face pops into my head. I shove that thought down.

“I need to go. Are you girls still getting together tonight?”

“Yeah. I’m on my way out the door. Cassie is there and so is Reva.”

“Tom actually let Reva out of bed?” I laugh and she giggles.

“She had to threaten his manhood I think but yeah.”

“She’s never going to do a damn thing to him,” I snicker.

“We know that but I think she scared the hell out of him.”

“Okay. I’m in the bath but I’ll get there as soon as I can. I need this tonight.”

“McBride?” she asks me softly.

“Yep,” I groan and shove my fingers into my hair.

“You need to give that man a junk punch. Maybe then he’ll get his head out of his ass.”

“One part of his anatomy doesn’t have to do with the other,” I giggle.

“All of him is ass,” she grunts.

“Okay. On that note I’m gonna go. I’ll see you soon.”

“You got it, sister.”

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