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Outside the Lines by Ally Bishop
Without a Trace Book Four

I don’t know what love’s supposed to feel like but one taste of him, and I have to find out…

Don’t take up space.
Don’t talk too loud.
Don’t tell anyone.

Blue. I’ve always been the problem child. My name alone should have warned anyone with a half a mind that I’d be trouble. Who’s named for the broken crayon nobody wants?

Professor Rhys Kennison should have seen me coming a mile away, and I should have known better than to fall for someone so far out of my league. But his touch is like fire and his taste…like the finest chocolate. What woman could resist that combination?

We’re headed for disaster, though—after all, it’s what I know best. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop destroying anyone who gets too close. And Rhys doesn’t understand. How could he? When I don’t even understand myself?

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Content/Theme(s): Professor, Spanking, D/s, Dominance, Submission
Release Date: November 30, 2015
Publisher: Scarlet River Press

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I don’t think, don’t consider the consequence. I silence him with my mouth. Anything to stop this growing desperation in my chest and find out what’s behind that very proper exterior. He jerks back, but I follow him, my hand landing on his chest.

“What are you—”

I try again, tracing my tongue along his bottom lip. I don’t know if he means to, or if he’s stunned, but he opens his mouth beneath mine. And then we’re kissing, his hands traveling the length of my ribcage. His chair conveniently doesn’t have arms, so I straddle him easily. Warm and surprisingly appealing, he snakes an arm around my waist. I mold my body to him, en- joying the slight taste of coffee and mint. My hands sculpt his shoulders, find the hard, well-built chest from the photograph. After a few minutes, we’re both breathless.

“This isn’t—I mean, we shouldn’t—”

I dig my hands into his silky hair. “Are you complain- ing?” Nudging my hips against him, I discover what I hoped to—Rhys is definitely into this. So I slide my palm between us, admiring his impressive length.

His hands grasp my arms, but his eyes bear conflict. That’s all I need. Drawing him into another kiss, I press harder against his arousal, my own desire spiraling. Soon he cups my ass, guiding me into a hard friction. We pant into each other, lips almost touching as sensation takes over. He drops his mouth
to my neck, and I fight the moan that bubbles up as I begin to implode.

“Fuck,” I whisper as the waves buffet me into submission, and soon I’m knocked down into pure pleasure.

His fingers curl over my shoulders, trapping me against him as he rocks his erection against my pliant cleft. Then he groans into my neck, his eyes squeezed closed as he comes, shaking beneath me.

Relaxation spreads over my body, and I slouch against him. His arms wrap around me, his face against my hair. He inhales deeply, as though breathing me in. I never thought of myself as sniffable. For some reason, that makes me giggle.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have...” He gently moves me off him, embarrassment flooding his expression. “I, ah...” He rubs his forehead, lips pressed tight.

My (slightly) hysterical amusement makes everything funny, and I bite my lip to avoid laughing out loud. Poor guy— getting his sexy on with a student probably equals a big no-no. He’s clearly rattled, but relief saturates my nerves after the building frustrations of today. “I’ll work on what you showed me,” I lie. “See if I can make some sense out of the homework.”

His hands rip through his hair, then clench the back of his neck. Whatever his usual behavior is, I’m guessing this situation doesn’t have much protocol. “Blue, I should apologize—”

I hold up a hand. “I’m not sorry. And I won’t tell anyone
if you don’t.” I give him a grin, and the guilt in his expression darkens. Shit. I suck at this part. “Don’t stress it, Professor Kennison.”

With a lighter spirit than I’ve had in days and the heady flavor of chocolate on my lips, I head home.
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