Vegas, Baby. Theodora Taylor

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      “We’re supposed to be in the throes of a new romance, madly in love. Now I don’t usually do PDAs. Not really my thing, but in this case, if I were really capable of falling hard for somebody in a matter of days, I think I’d be okay with it. Don’t you?”

      He could distinctly see a bead of sweat on her forehead now. “Are you hot, Sunny? Already? We haven’t even begun the class. Maybe we should turn on the air conditioning,” he offered, not even trying to hide the fake tone in his suggestion.

      “No, I’m fine, I—” she broke off, obviously flustered. “I just don’t understand what tonight has to do with right now. What you’re doing right now?”

      “We’ve got fifteen minutes. Maybe we should practice.”

      Before she could ask “practice what,” he answered the presumed question, pressing his lips to hers for what was supposed to be a teasing kiss. A light punishment for giving him a hard time about his car and work schedule.

      Except it wasn’t teasing or light. In fact, when his lips met hers he felt something zap through him, and he immediately became consumed, moving his mouth over hers, wanting more. He pressed his whole body into her as he kissed her now, suddenly not caring if she knew how badly she affected him. Suddenly wanting her to know just how much he desired her, just how much he wanted in.

      And apparently he wasn’t the only one affected by their kiss. Her hand came around his neck, telling him by the way she pressed herself forward into his erection that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

      “Oohhhh! Teacher’s got a boyfriend! Teacher’s got a boyfriend!”