Title: Teach Me Like That
Series: LMLT #2
Author: Marie James
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Essen-tial Design
Cover Model: The Wonderful Justin James Cadwell
Release Date: September 27, 2016
Blurb
Thirty-three, single, and loving life.
Construction worker by day and playboy by night. Kegan Cole has what many men can only dream about. A great job, incredible family, and more women fawning over him than he can count. What more could he ask for?
Lexi Carter spends her days teaching at a private school. Struggling to rebuild her life after tragedy nearly destroyed her, she doesn’t have the time or energy to invest in any arrangement that could lead to heartbreak. That includes the enigmatic Kegan Cole whose arrogance and sex appeal arrive long before he enters a room.
It doesn’t matter how witty, charming, and incredibly sexy he is. She plays games all day with her students and has no room in her life for games when it comes to men, and Kegan Cole has ‘love them and leave them’ written all over his handsome bearded face.
When Lexi doesn’t fall at his feet like every other woman before her, Kegan is forced off-script to pursue her because not convincing her to give in isn’t an option.
How can a man who hates lies be compatible with a woman who has more secrets than she can count?
Can a man set in his playboy ways become the man Lexi needs? More importantly, does he even want to?
This is a full-length novel that has adult language and descriptive sex scenes. It is NOT a student/teacher book. Both main characters are consenting adults.
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EXCERPT
I step into the school, head to the front office for my visitor’s pass, and pray the headmistress is gone or at least out of the office. Thankfully, the front office manager is the only one inside, and I’m on my way to the classroom a few minutes later.
Unfortunately, the classroom is empty, and I have no idea where to even look for the girls and their incredibly sexy teacher. I wander down the hall looking for someone to help me. My luck holds up when I peer in an open door and find the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen loading a shelf with colorful boxes of Kleenex.
“Finding Dory on a box of tissues is actually a thing?” I ask startling her.
Several boxes of tissues tumble to the ground, and I do the only chivalrous thing I can think of as she bends over to collect them. I grip a handful of her ass while she’s vulnerable. I expect her to slap my hand, punch me in the nuts… something. I did just walk and leave her yesterday after she came on my dick… twice. But, all I get from her is a shy smile.
“Amanda, one of the parents, brought those for her son. Apparently, rich kids are very particular about where their snot goes,” she explains.
“Ridiculous,” I mutter shaking my head.
She shrugs, placing the boxes back on the shelf. “Not really. You have to keep in mind that these kids are still very young. They believe a Ninja Turtle Band-Aid will fix a severed finger. If Finding Dory tissues are what keeps them from wiping snot on their shirts, hey, I’m all for it.”
“Good point,” I concede stepping in closer to her. I pull the door to the small supply closet closed as I crowd her, forcing her back against the shelving.
“What are you doing?” she asks quietly glancing over my shoulder as if some random person is going to walk in on us during the five minutes we’re here alone.
I flex my hips against her stomach. Her eyes widening means she feels my thickening erection in my jeans.
“Absolutely not,” she chastises. “You’re out of your mind.”
“I’ll be quick,” I promise in her ear before licking down her neck.
She groans and shudders against me. Her hands roam up my back as I take a handful of her dark hair in my hands, using my grip to tug her head back.
She presses her palms to my chest and urges me away. “I can’t,” she says.
“You already have,” I remind her.
“Yesterday didn’t happen, Kegan,” she says with an eerie sense of calm to her voice.
“I beg to differ, Lexi. If I recall, both of your orgasms were very real. You can’t deny something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. That’s just not fair.” I lean forward, resting her hands on my chest and nip at her earlobe.
“I’m not having sex in the supply closet of the school,” she hisses.
That’s what her mouth says, but it doesn’t stop her from tilting her head to the side so I can suck gently on the pulse point in her neck.
I remove one of her hands from my chest and guide it down my body until she’s gripping my cock. I roll my hips instinctively.
“We don’t have to fuck,” I tell her with a wicked smile on my face.
She shakes her head at my brazenness, but the smile never leaves her lips.
“I’m not sucking you off in the supply closet either,” she counters.
“You owe me,” I say with seriousness.
She huffs indignantly. “Owe you? How did you come to that conclusion?”
“That little wink and then taking off this morning,” I explain. “You could’ve avoided this if you’d just talked to me this morning.”
She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Is that so?”
I nod.
She grips my cock harder and leans in closer. I nearly lose my shit when I feel her hot breath on my neck. “You want a blowjob,” she taunts.
“No teeth,” I add.
She takes a step back. I’m coming to terms with the fact that she’s not the type of woman that’s going to hit her knees in a supply closet at her job, when I feel her nimble fingers open the top button on my jeans.
She reaches inside the loosened fabric and wraps her hand around my straining erection.
“That’s all you want?” I follow her line of sight as she lowers her eyes to my dick.
“For now,” I breathe when her fingernail scrapes gently over the head.
“I bet. And what do I—”
The door opens before she can finish her thought.
Scrambling, she pulls her hands from me, but there’s no denying what we’re doing in here. Our profiles are facing the open door, and well, my dick is out.
“What in the world is going on in here?”
I turn my eyes to the intruder. The headmistress.
I tuck myself back into my jeans and zip up. I don’t rush because there’s really no point.
A sniffle comes from Lexi, and when I look over at her, I notice a tear roll down her face. My gut clenches. I put her in this situation, and there’s no clear way to make things better for her.
Amelia crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot.
“We have a clear no fraternization policy, Ms. Carter. Not to mention the fact that you’re also engaging in sexually deviant behaviors in the supply closet, during school hours.” The look she’s giving Lexi hints at more hatred than just getting caught with her hands on my cock, and for some reason, it rubs me the wrong way.
“Sexually deviant behavior? On school property?” I say turning my full attention to the spiked-heel bitch that’s berating Lexi.
“Yes,” Amelia spits. “This school has higher standards than teachers who are involved in such things.”
“Really?” I hiss at her doing my best to keep my voice down because we are in an elementary school. “Where were your complaints about school property and sexual deviance when I was fucking you in the ass on your desk a couple months back?”
Amelia’s indignant attitude falters, but it’s the gasp coming from my right that demands my attention.
My fucking mouth.
I watch as full realization dawns in Lexi’s reddened eyes. Her face switches back and forth, looking at me then Amelia.
The slap in the face that comes a second later is much less than I deserve. I close my eyes, unwilling to watch Lexi as she walks away.
“A little too much attitude for a fuck toy, don’t you think?”
My blood boils at Amelia’s words. “Don’t ever talk about her like that.”
She disregards my anger and sidles closer, attempting to run her long fingernail down my chest. I step out of her reach.
“Don’t be angry, Mr. Cole. I can satisfy you more than she ever could. Since when do you go after the homely kind?”
I dump every ounce of my gentleman nature at my feet and close the distance between us. Her seductive smirk tells me she’s not reading the situation right.
“Since fucking whores like you left me unsatisfied.”
I turn my back on her and reach for the door handle.
“She’ll lose her job for this,” she spits.
A single calming breath is all I allow before I turn back to her. “If she loses her job for touching my dick in a closet, imagine what will happen when they find out you got fucked in the ass while an apple paperweight was shoved in your dirty cunt.”
She finally takes a hint and backs away from me. My fists clench, but I know even as enraged as I am, I’d never hit a woman. I walk away from her as calmly as I can to get the girls and get the hell out of here.
Unfortunately, the classroom is empty, and I have no idea where to even look for the girls and their incredibly sexy teacher. I wander down the hall looking for someone to help me. My luck holds up when I peer in an open door and find the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen loading a shelf with colorful boxes of Kleenex.
“Finding Dory on a box of tissues is actually a thing?” I ask startling her.
Several boxes of tissues tumble to the ground, and I do the only chivalrous thing I can think of as she bends over to collect them. I grip a handful of her ass while she’s vulnerable. I expect her to slap my hand, punch me in the nuts… something. I did just walk and leave her yesterday after she came on my dick… twice. But, all I get from her is a shy smile.
“Amanda, one of the parents, brought those for her son. Apparently, rich kids are very particular about where their snot goes,” she explains.
“Ridiculous,” I mutter shaking my head.
She shrugs, placing the boxes back on the shelf. “Not really. You have to keep in mind that these kids are still very young. They believe a Ninja Turtle Band-Aid will fix a severed finger. If Finding Dory tissues are what keeps them from wiping snot on their shirts, hey, I’m all for it.”
“Good point,” I concede stepping in closer to her. I pull the door to the small supply closet closed as I crowd her, forcing her back against the shelving.
“What are you doing?” she asks quietly glancing over my shoulder as if some random person is going to walk in on us during the five minutes we’re here alone.
I flex my hips against her stomach. Her eyes widening means she feels my thickening erection in my jeans.
“Absolutely not,” she chastises. “You’re out of your mind.”
“I’ll be quick,” I promise in her ear before licking down her neck.
She groans and shudders against me. Her hands roam up my back as I take a handful of her dark hair in my hands, using my grip to tug her head back.
She presses her palms to my chest and urges me away. “I can’t,” she says.
“You already have,” I remind her.
“Yesterday didn’t happen, Kegan,” she says with an eerie sense of calm to her voice.
“I beg to differ, Lexi. If I recall, both of your orgasms were very real. You can’t deny something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. That’s just not fair.” I lean forward, resting her hands on my chest and nip at her earlobe.
“I’m not having sex in the supply closet of the school,” she hisses.
That’s what her mouth says, but it doesn’t stop her from tilting her head to the side so I can suck gently on the pulse point in her neck.
I remove one of her hands from my chest and guide it down my body until she’s gripping my cock. I roll my hips instinctively.
“We don’t have to fuck,” I tell her with a wicked smile on my face.
She shakes her head at my brazenness, but the smile never leaves her lips.
“I’m not sucking you off in the supply closet either,” she counters.
“You owe me,” I say with seriousness.
She huffs indignantly. “Owe you? How did you come to that conclusion?”
“That little wink and then taking off this morning,” I explain. “You could’ve avoided this if you’d just talked to me this morning.”
She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Is that so?”
I nod.
She grips my cock harder and leans in closer. I nearly lose my shit when I feel her hot breath on my neck. “You want a blowjob,” she taunts.
“No teeth,” I add.
She takes a step back. I’m coming to terms with the fact that she’s not the type of woman that’s going to hit her knees in a supply closet at her job, when I feel her nimble fingers open the top button on my jeans.
She reaches inside the loosened fabric and wraps her hand around my straining erection.
“That’s all you want?” I follow her line of sight as she lowers her eyes to my dick.
“For now,” I breathe when her fingernail scrapes gently over the head.
“I bet. And what do I—”
The door opens before she can finish her thought.
Scrambling, she pulls her hands from me, but there’s no denying what we’re doing in here. Our profiles are facing the open door, and well, my dick is out.
“What in the world is going on in here?”
I turn my eyes to the intruder. The headmistress.
I tuck myself back into my jeans and zip up. I don’t rush because there’s really no point.
A sniffle comes from Lexi, and when I look over at her, I notice a tear roll down her face. My gut clenches. I put her in this situation, and there’s no clear way to make things better for her.
Amelia crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot.
“We have a clear no fraternization policy, Ms. Carter. Not to mention the fact that you’re also engaging in sexually deviant behaviors in the supply closet, during school hours.” The look she’s giving Lexi hints at more hatred than just getting caught with her hands on my cock, and for some reason, it rubs me the wrong way.
“Sexually deviant behavior? On school property?” I say turning my full attention to the spiked-heel bitch that’s berating Lexi.
“Yes,” Amelia spits. “This school has higher standards than teachers who are involved in such things.”
“Really?” I hiss at her doing my best to keep my voice down because we are in an elementary school. “Where were your complaints about school property and sexual deviance when I was fucking you in the ass on your desk a couple months back?”
Amelia’s indignant attitude falters, but it’s the gasp coming from my right that demands my attention.
My fucking mouth.
I watch as full realization dawns in Lexi’s reddened eyes. Her face switches back and forth, looking at me then Amelia.
The slap in the face that comes a second later is much less than I deserve. I close my eyes, unwilling to watch Lexi as she walks away.
“A little too much attitude for a fuck toy, don’t you think?”
My blood boils at Amelia’s words. “Don’t ever talk about her like that.”
She disregards my anger and sidles closer, attempting to run her long fingernail down my chest. I step out of her reach.
“Don’t be angry, Mr. Cole. I can satisfy you more than she ever could. Since when do you go after the homely kind?”
I dump every ounce of my gentleman nature at my feet and close the distance between us. Her seductive smirk tells me she’s not reading the situation right.
“Since fucking whores like you left me unsatisfied.”
I turn my back on her and reach for the door handle.
“She’ll lose her job for this,” she spits.
A single calming breath is all I allow before I turn back to her. “If she loses her job for touching my dick in a closet, imagine what will happen when they find out you got fucked in the ass while an apple paperweight was shoved in your dirty cunt.”
She finally takes a hint and backs away from me. My fists clench, but I know even as enraged as I am, I’d never hit a woman. I walk away from her as calmly as I can to get the girls and get the hell out of here.
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AUTHOR BIO
Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I've spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I've always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.
Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.
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