Tainted Love (Sweetest Taboo #2) by Eva Márquez

Author:Eva Márquez [Márquez, Eva]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Terra-Mía Press
Published: 2013-03-01T05:00:00+00:00

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I woke up the next morning with a fuzzy head and only vague images of what had happened the night before. As the memories started to come back, though, I panicked, jumping out of bed and scanning the surroundings quickly with my groggy eyes.

Home. I was home. I sighed with relief and sank back into the bed, holding my aching head with both hands. I lay back down, the room spinning around me, and tried to put the pieces of what had happened last night back together. I’d had more wine than I intended, I could remember that much. Dinner had been delicious, as Marcus had confirmed, and had lasted long into the night. Before I knew it I’d had a third glass of wine, and then half of a fourth. Marcus had chuckled coolly as he refilled it again and again.

Suddenly my thoughts grounded to a halt. I was calling him Marcus, and it was the most natural thing in the world. When had that changed?

Probably about the time he took you upstairs to his room, a voice in my head reminded. I gasped at the thought. The voice was right, though, I remembered marching upstairs to his bedroom after dinner, led by Marcus, who had taken my hand tenderly and then carried me toward his oversized bed. It must have been a King or even a California King sized bed! A stab of pain went through my heart at the image. I’d agreed, I remembered, and followed willingly. But I’d been drunk at the time, very drunk, and certainly not in any shape to make grave decisions like that.

Once we were in bed, though, it had been amazing. Slow and tender and beautiful, colored with the haze of wine and the glow of candles on the nightstands. Marcus was a tender, careful and expert lover, making certain that I received my pleasure before taking his own. He’d whispered beautiful words in my ear as we made love, telling me how perfect I was, how much smarter I was than the other girls my age, and how beautiful my body was. I couldn’t remember all of it, but what I could remember was truly remarkable.

He hadn’t wanted me spending the night at his house, I vaguely remembered. He’d insisted that we get up immediately afterward, mentioning the penalties if he was found sleeping with a student, and had driven me back to my apartment in haste. And he’d left me at the curb with a kiss and a promise to talk again soon. I frowned at that. I’d gotten home safely, and I was thankful for that, but the night certainly hadn’t gone the way I had anticipated. I’d had a crush on the man, but I’d never meant to sleep with him. Sleeping with a professor was against the rules of the university, and besides, it was –

The thought dropped suddenly into a black abyss. Sleeping with a professor. Tom. Oh God! All the warm and fuzzy feelings

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