Which brings us back here again to the beauty whose subtle floral scent seems to have penetrated my pores and infused my blood.Alex and Levi’s too, I can tell.
Carver, Jasper Carver.A guy we went to school with and remained friends with through university up to now.While we studied business, Jasper followed in his father’s footsteps and is studying to become an entertainment lawyer.
Once we learned we’d be responsible for our nephew for the next three months, Jasper decided we needed one last hurrah before we became domesticated.Why?One stipulation Tanya set is that we not see any women at all for the next ninety days.She didn’t want us setting a bad, reckless example for Jake unless we were marrying the girl.That’s never going to happen for as long as we live.So we opted for celibacy for twelve whole weeks.His idea?While we still had the freedom of our penthouse, for at least an hour while Jake was still at swimming practice, he’d send us a couple of call girls to fuck until we were replenished.
We said no.No time.By the time we landed, we had an hour before Jake was home after swimming practice.But Carver never did listen to us.And clearly, Oscar—more our friend than the concierge—was in on it too, or he wouldn’t have let her into the apartment at all.But instead of a couple of girls, Carver only sent one.
With an uptight teacher act down to her art form, and fuck if we didn’t realize that was our type all along.
Three of us.One of her.Forty minutes to make her scream in that hot schoolteacher voice of hers.
Chapter Five
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Genevieve
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What in the fudge?If my kids are not allowed to use any swear words in class, then the same applies to me.So fudge it is.And when it’s a real doozy, it’s a double fudge sundae with nuts on top.It works.
But this is a double fudge sundae with too many nuts to count.No, no.Wrong thought.Do not think about their nuts, the ones still outlined by their towels despite the fabric being rich, thick, and fluffy.
“Just wait,” I say, holding out my hand.But Jude doesn’t obey my command.He steps closer.My hand collides with his chest.Dear god.Apart from the hardness of his pectoral, the strong beat of his heart makes my hand vibrate and my nerves scatter shyly.Umm, what?
There’s no escape.I’ve hit a wall behind me, and there’s a giant of a man, obscenely attractive, in front of me, cordoning off any escape.
“What do you think you’re—” He runs his finger over my lips.Is he silencing me?I think not.I open my mouth to speak, but his finger travels to my breast, then my nipple.All words are lost to me when my nipple decides to pop out to greet him.Oh.
Full-body trembles wreck my entire nervous system.Thinking feels like wading through clouds.
“Oh, no.No,” I squeak, sounding rusty to my own ears.“We do not touch there.Now, Mr.Langston, my name is Genevieve Quinn, I’m a first-grade teacher, and this behavior is...so...so....”
I don’t get to finish what I want to say.Every thought flies out of my head when Jude flicks at the pearl button on my blouse and it opens.What?How?How much practice does this man have unbuttoning buttons?Well, I won’t be added to his button list.
I open my mouth to speak.He’s already undone enough pearl studs to make me indecent.Mouth still gaping open as a cool breeze dusts the tops of my breasts, Jude, with all the arrogance of a man who knows women will fall over backward for him, eases my blouse apart further, then proceeds to lower his head.
