My Husband's Son Wants Me

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It was a space where I truly found happiness. It was

, my control

despite the prickle of heat on the back of my neck. "But more

was the same weight I've felt every Tuesday and Thursday for the last six weeks. In the front

ing him look perfect. I turned back to the class and my eyes caught his silver-blue ones. Julian wasn't looking at the board

students. It was choking and scorching me wherever it went. I tried h

ound my lecture so captivating that you've neglected to take a si

that made half the girls in the room lose their breath. He l

nce," he said, looking

afening. Something about how h

treated toward the safety of my podium. "I suggest you open a textbook before t

ddenly felt parched so I reached for my water bottle with slightly shaky hands. For the rest of the class, I t

textbook when my phone lit up with a call

earest,"

ng?" I asked as I le

e got some good

, feeling excited

ow we've waited for this moment for

for six months and although I'd been to his hou

think it

I smiled. The tension of the

was all I could ever wish for. At forty-eight, he was stable, protective, and deepl

ook professional yet undeniably feminine. I didn't want to do too much and at the same time, I didn't want to be underdressed. I wore a red fitted dress

y car. I followed the address and about thirty minutes later, I arr

He was dressed casually but even

he said, kissing my hand. "You'r

I smiled, v

already at

how good his place looked. It wasn't my first time but it still blew my mind. We walked

his voice brimming wi

li

us student who made me more nervous than I would like to admit, was staring right back at me with an unreadable

and it felt like everything

etely oblivious to the tension in the room. He moved away from the win

from the front row. Julian Thorne didn't look shocked to see me, he looked satisfied. He s

with a double meaning only I understood. "I've heard so much

ight to keep me in place. I stared into the eyes of the predator. His silv