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Linnea May lives in Europe with her boyfriend and is an avid squirrel lover.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Did you do what I told you to do?”
His green eyes hold me in place. I find myself unable to move as he angles his sharp gaze down at me, clenching his jaw for control. I can tell that he is holding back. He has had to restrain himself for so long, watching me in the classroom from afar, sitting across the table while we were engaged in our little banter. Taboo was always written all over our intimate relationship, which made it all the more exciting.
His strong jaw is dappled with black stubble, framing the hint of a smirk as he studies the reaction on my face. I know I’m blushing, fighting to maintain eye contact with him as I try to find the words he’s waiting for. My lips part as I prepare to speak, but no sound comes out.
“Did you obey?” he asks again.
Even though he doesn’t move, it feels as if he just took a step closer, closing a hand around my throat and choking me. I feel suffocated and elevated at the same time, swirling with emotion and completely at his mercy.
“Yes,” I finally reply with a hoarse voice.
“What did I tell you to do?”
Oh, please, God, no! Don’t make me say it out loud!
My face burns with shameful heat, and I have to suppress the strong urge to close my eyes. I can’t look at him when I’m feeling like this. Exposed, vulnerable, confused – and so freaking turned on. I’m ashamed of my arousal, and I know how much he enjoys to see that feeling written all over my face in bright red color.
“Lana, you know we don’t have a lot of time,” he urges.
This time he actually takes a step closer to me. We’re standing in the middle of his temporary office, surrounded by everything that reminds me of how wrong all of this is. The shelves are mostly empty, and so is the desk next to me. I’m familiar with the dark, wooden surface. A lot more familiar than any student should be.