There's always a story behind each of my books. In this one, I've used friends' names and gave them pieces of their sweet personalities. I also wrote from the heart about teaching. It's a tiring job but one that I love with a passion. I've taught for over 20 years, every grade from preschool to middle school. There is something about engaging with children and sparking their learning. Finally, I was fortunate enough to find my husband through my job. He was the parent of a former student. I couldn't ask for a better husband who really understands, accepts and supports me! Thanks Honey! Now read about this tale and you can see that I've stretched the truth. :)
Lauren Walsh, a divorcee and elementary teacher, wanted to feel sexy again, after her ex tossed her aside for a younger woman. Her teaching partner and best friend encouraged her to sign up for The Playhouse--a renowned dating agency.
Mac Thomas remained trapped in a marriage to a money grubbing socialite. Forced to stay away from his young son, Mac lost the ability to trust. After the death of his wife, he returned to care for his son but his sister wants more for him. She sets him up with The Playhouse.
Passion ignites but Mac’s a parent of one of Lauren’s students. A teacher and a parent dating could cost Lauren her job and her chance at happiness. Will Mac be able to convince the school and Lauren, that love is the most important thing?
Two raspberry daiquiris later, Lauren finally relaxed. She found she enjoyed talking with Mac.
“Are you a cowboy? I noticed the boots.” She smiled around the straw in her drink. wiggling her eyebrows.
“I own a few horses,” he replied, grinning at her. “I love to ride. I wouldn’t call myself a cowboy though. There’s something about women and horses. Why do they always interest the women?”
“Hmm, maybe the size of their…” Her face burned. She couldn’t believe she said that. “Er…really, it’s animals in general. Women love puppies and kittens too. Give us anything with fur.”
“I hear you.” His eyes glimmered at her slip of tounge. “Women love fur. I’ll let you pet my horse anytime you want.” His large smile caused Lauren to snicker.
Their playful banter continued but revolved around animals, television, books and movies, never getting too personal. Bubbly and charming, that’s who she was tonight. She didn’t want to bring him down with her worries or let real life get in the way of her night to remember. Because she definitely planned on remembering this. She wanted to tuck this night into her heart and bring the memory out whenever she needed a pick-me-up.
Lauren noticed Mac steered the conversation away from touchy subjects as well. Obviously they were both hiding things. That didn’t matter though. Their date was for one night, not a lifetime. She wasn’t letting her heart get involved.
Mac ran his palm over her arm, causing those goose bumps to flair again. Lauren shifted in her chair as her tingling pussy damped her panties further. She took a deep breath through her nose, thinking about the things yet to come. She felt like a virgin on her wedding night. As she anticipated pleasing this tantalizing man, the echoes of James’ taunting filled her ears. Pushing the negative memories down, she wasn’t going to let his harsh words color her date. She wanted to delight Mac more than anything since he engaged her mind and her body.
Ready or not, she was going to make a move. Swallowing the last of her daiquiri in one gulp, Lauren hoped the alcohol would fortify her courage.
“Let’s head up to the room. I’d like to spend time with you alone.” Lauren’s voice came out more breathless than she intended. After Mac tossed some cash on the table for their tab, she grabbed his hand and drew him toward the elevator.
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They entered the posh elevator. The walls were a gold which reflected their images back at them.
“What a pretty elevator. Look, we’re all alone.” Lauren’s eyes sparkled. Mac watched as she licked her lips, then bit on her full bottom one. His heart beat faster.
Mac looked at the reflection of his body standing behind hers. His cock ached. It had been hard since she walked into the bar. He imagined her taste. Would she taste like raspberries or spicy like the bourbon she reminded him of?
Mac leaned around her to push the button for their floor. Bending closer to her shoulder, he inhaled her scent. It was a mix of flowers from her hair and the musk from her desire.
Taking a deep breath, Mac pulled back before looking into her eyes. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I saw you.” He pushed the button to halt the elevator.
“What’s going on?” Lauren stared at him.
“I can’t wait for the room.” Mac pulled her into his embrace, then nibbled on her neck. He trailed his lips along her jaw toward her mouth before kissing her deeply. Oh God. She tasted like sweet white chocolate. Her moan vibrated into his mouth. He ran his hands through her hair. It was as silky as it appeared. He pulled her closer so their bodies were touching from lips to toes. She had no other choice but to feel how much he wanted her. Mac ran his hands down Lauren’s body to grip her butt. Pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth, he felt her heart beating against his chest. Leaning toward her ear, Mac whispered, “I can’t wait to taste you. Open to me.”
Musings from Michigan