For this week’s Friday Fun, we have another guest! Say hello to Raven Dark, who’s stopping by with an excerpt from the first part of her completed “Teach Me” series, Doing Wright.
(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)
From The Back Cover: 19 year old Jacy is a college girl with a wild and wicked streak. She’s always had a penchant for older men, so it’s no surprise she’d fantasize about being taken by her professor in every possible way. Then again, her imagination’s always gotten her into trouble.
When the sinfully gorgeous Mr. Wright shows up at her door one night, she’s sure she can tempt the brooding alpha male into taking control and claiming what he needs, but at what price?
He’ll give her a night she’ll never forget, but she’s been to this party before with disastrous results. Will their tryst be the best night of her life, or the worst mistake she’s ever made?
Someone pounded on the front door and Jacy jumped. Who would be knocking on her parents’ door this time of night?
Downstairs, she looked through the glass in the door. Her breath caught, heat spreading through her like lava. Professor Wright stood on her front porch, holding up her schoolbag.
Jacy opened the door.
“You left this behind. Again, Miss Davidson.”
She swallowed. He was here. Standing right in front of her in all his glory. His dark blond hair glowed golden in porch light, and he took up the whole doorway. Even with that permanent scowl, like he was always on the verge of slamming a ruler on a desk, he was still delicious. In fact, that cool, hard look only made her wonder how his palm would feel smacking her backside.
Crap. Already, her mind was spinning, trying to come up with a way to get him in her house. Anything to end up alone with him.
Before she could say something catastrophically stupid, Jacy snatched the bag out of his hand. “Th—thank you, Professor.”
For an instant, their fingers brushed and heat raced up her arm. The electricity only underscored how dangerous it was for her to be around him now. She stepped back from the door, ready to shut it in his face.
“You might want to consider another excuse to see me, Miss Davidson. Leaving your bag behind three times? You’re getting obvious.”
Jacy’s jaw dropped. Mortification and indignation tore into her. How dare he! She hadn’t left her bag on purpose just for an excuse to see him. She hadn’t. Had she?
“It was only twice, sir. And don’t flatter yourself. I’m a busy student. I forget things.”
His eyes danced with rare amusement. The curve of a smile on his well-shaped mouth almost looked out of place. It gave him a charming, roguish look, much less imposing. Her bare feet curled on the tile floor.
“Right. See you tomorrow in class. Nice dress, by the way.”
Jacy huffed at his arrogance. The compliment sent an unwelcome shockwave through her. She would have shut the door on him, but her indignation wouldn’t allow him to walk off without cutting him down to size.
“You’re the one who drove an hour out here to drop off a student’s bag. Are you sure you didn’t just want to see me, sir?”
Holy shit. Had she actually said that? Ground, swallow me now.
But Wright turned and that curve on his mouth deepened. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Miss Davidson?”
She stared. It wasn’t a denial. His gaze took in her shape, the way the bodice of her dress cupped her generous breasts, the way it flared at her curvy hips.
She needed to say something, anything to slice that arrogance in half, but nothing came.
“Good night, Miss Davidson.”
Son of a bitch. Her muscles coiled tight with every step he took down the stairs. She pushed out a breath.
“You came here for more than my bag, Professor, and you know it.”
A soft chuckle drifted up from him. Then he turned and stalked back up the steps, stopping so close she could feel the heat of him. He loomed darkly over her.
“Get inside, young lady.”
When she lifted her chin, he leaned in, so close his breath fanned her face. It smelled faintly of the peppermint gum he always had on his desk.
“It’s not safe for a girl like you to be out here at night. The big, bad wolf might eat you.”
Want more? Pick up Doing Wright here!