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  Extracurricular

  A Sexy Romance

  D.G. Whiskey

  Contents

  Description

  Books

  Connect With Me

  Part 1

  1. ~Landon~

  ~Adeline~

  ~Landon~

  2. ~Adeline~

  ~Landon~

  ~Adeline~

  3. ~Landon~

  ~Adeline~

  ~Landon~

  4. ~Adeline~

  ~Landon~

  ~Landon~

  5. ~Adeline~

  ~Landon~

  ~Adeline~

  ~Adeline~

  ~Landon~

  6. ~Landon~

  ~Adeline~

  ~Landon~

  7. ~Landon~

  ~Adeline~

  ~Landon~

  8. ~Adeline~

  ~Landon~

  ~Adeline~

  Part 2

  9. ~Landon~

  ~Adeline~

  ~Landon~

  10. ~Adeline~

  ~Landon~

  ~Adeline~

  11. ~Landon~

  ~Adeline~

  ~Landon~

  12. ~Adeline~

  ~Landon~

  ~Adeline~

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  Also by D.G. Whiskey

  Shaken: A Football Romance

  Steal

  Also by D.G. Whiskey

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  COPYRIGHT © 2017 D.G. WHISKEY

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  To Steffi. For an unforgettable time in Saigon.

  The best teacher is not the one who knows most but the one who is most capable of reducing knowledge to that simple compound of the obvious and wonderful.

  H.L. Mencken

  Description

  Adeline

  I’d always been the good girl. The teacher’s pet. The student who goes the extra mile for additional credit.

  I hadn’t seen my older brother’s best friend since he left town for college seven years ago. Landon had gotten even more gorgeous since then, and now he’s a professor on top of that.

  Talk about an irresistible combination.

  They say you should involve yourself in as many extracurriculars in college as you can handle. What if I can barely handle one big one?

  Landon

  She did it on purpose.

  How was I supposed to concentrate on my lecture when Addy sat in the front row looking like that?

  She wasn’t the little girl I used to know. I could already tell that this would be trouble.

  She was far too tempting, and I had to take her lessons beyond the classroom.

  Books

  STANDALONES:

  Pulse: A Stepbrother Romance

  Steal: A Bad Boy Romance

  Royal Rogue: British Bad Boy Romance

  Shaken: A Football Romance

  Fallen: An Angel Romance

  Extracurricular

  DEVEREUX NOVELS:

  Capturing Liberty

  Taking Flight

  Chasing Charity

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  Part 1

  Chapter 1

  ~Landon~

  A pair of hands slipped over my eyes just as I lifted the glass of whiskey to my lips.

  “Guess who?”

  The woman’s voice was low and sexy in my ear, intimate in a way that sent a shiver down the back of my neck.

  There was only one problem—I didn’t recognize the voice.

  It wasn’t too loud in the bar. The hangout spot near Harvard’s campus was a favorite for undergrads and graduate students alike. It had a relaxed atmosphere where groups of friends could go to chat without having to shout over loud music.

  My mind raced through names, faces, and voices of the many women I knew in the area but came up empty. Something in that sultry voice prodded my memory, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.

  “I would recognize that voice anywhere,” I lied. “It’s the voice of an angel.”

  When all else fails, deliver a compliment.

  The hands fell away from my face and one of them slapped my shoulder. “Landy! You are too sweet.”

  I froze at the name. No one had called me Landy in years. Not since I left Boulder for Boston and never looked back.

  A slender brunette with gracefully curling hair tumbling around her shoulders slipped onto the barstool next to mine with a wide smile on her face. That face was like the voice—faintly familiar, an echo of the distant past. The combination of face, voice, and her old pet name for me was enough to make the connection.

  “Addy?”

  The smile turned into a grin. “It’s been a long time. You’re looking great, Landon.”

  “You’re one to talk! What happened to you?”

  The last time I’d seen Adeline Hudson, she’d been a precocious preteen. My best friend’s little sister. The annoying but adorable and awkward girl who’d always wanted to tag along with everything the older boys did.

  Now she was a full-blown woman with a beautiful face and winning smile, and the way she filled out the tight black dress she wore…

  I can’t look at her like that. She’s Addy! Nick would kill me.

  Plus it just felt weird. She may as well have been my own kid sister with the amount of time I’d spent at their house growing up.

  “I grew up,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

  I flushed as I realized that she had just seen the way my eyes had trailed down her body and widened at the sight.

  “Apparently! I mean, damn, Addy, you could stop a guy’s heart just by looking at him.”

  She put her hand on my chest and frowned. “It feels like it’s ticking along just fine. I need to work on my touch.”

  That brilliant smile flashed a moment later, and we shared a laugh. Addy took her time removing her hand, and the contact sent a surge of blood through my body. I shifted to hide the growing bulge in my jeans.

  How the hell did she get so hot? She used to be such a nerdy kid.

  “Nick mentioned you were coming to town for school. He said you’d probably come by our place to check it out. When did you get in?”

  “Just two days ago! It’s been so much fun so far. It’s amazing how many friends I’ve made already. I came out tonight with a few people from my dorm.”

  I’d been ignoring my own friends, but they barely noticed. They were used to my tendency to wander off and talk to women. “Aren’t you too young for a bar?”

  Addy shrugged. “I’m only eighteen, but I’ve had a fake ID for a year now.”

  I fought to contain the reaction her words caused. She was only eighteen. It wasn’t fair. Not with the way she tilted her head to the side and slipped her gaze along my muscular shoulders and arms. She wasn’t the only one who had improved their looks since we last met.

  With an inward groan, I fought to keep my eyes on her face. The eyes and nose that had been too big for her face as a child were now the perfect size, an
d her features had gained a mature but still youthful elegance.

  It had been so long since I’d talked to her, and as we caught up, it grew harder to connect the child she’d been with the woman she’d become. There was too vast a gulf between my memories and the vivacious person in front of me.

  She was intoxicating.

  “I just finished my PhD in business economics and am beginning my assistant professorship to continue my research. I actually teach my first class tomorrow.” I finished my recap of the past several years. It wasn’t very exciting, the academic research I’d spent the past several years completing, but I was immensely proud of it. I was young to accomplish as much in my field as I had.

  Instead of the glazed-eye reaction I expected, Addy leaned forward and put her hand on my thigh. “That’s amazing, Landon! Congratulations, that must feel so good!”

  Not as good as that hand on my thigh.

  Did she know she was only a couple of inches away from my cock?

  “It really does. What about you, though? What else have you been doing besides becoming way too attractive and breaking hearts?”

  Her hand squeezed my thigh and I nearly died.

  “Oh, stop. I’m the same girl I always was. I just know how to do my makeup now, and I run all the time.”

  I shook my head. “Bullshit. You’re hot and you know it.”

  Addy bit her lip and tilted her head to the side. “You think so?”

  The look sent another flood of blood through my body, and my cock grew a little more and twitched.

  She looked down at my leg and suddenly realized where her hand was—she’d felt the movement in my jeans. Pink blossomed on her cheeks as she saw the obvious bulge so close to her hand.

  I held my breath as she looked back up at me with wide eyes.

  ~Adeline~

  All conscious thoughts fled my mind, save one.

  I want him so badly.

  It wasn’t a new thought. Landon had been my first crush, the one every girl had that was so unrealistic that it could never come true. He’d been the basis of my preteen fantasies when I started to explore my body, cementing his special place in my heart and mind.

  I’d known they would never come true, not when he was so much older than me.

  Now, his hard cock was an inch away from my hand, his thigh hot under my palm, and I had a decision to make. My reaction would determine how the night would go, and maybe the rest of our lives.

  Fighting back the instinct to recoil and apologize, I left my hand where it was.

  Fortune favors the bold.

  “I guess you do think I’m hot,” I said. I winked and hoped it looked like the sexy, confident and flirtatious gesture I intended and not an off-putting leer. Pursuing guys wasn’t my strong suit.

  “Of course I do, Addy. Look at you,” he said. “It’s inappropriate, though. You’re only eighteen, and you’re Nick’s little sister. I’m sorry. Let’s forget it.”

  His mouth said one thing, but even in my short time dating in high school, I’d learned what it meant when a boy looked at me like that. The big difference was that Landon was no boy. He was a full man, and just being around him made me feel drunk and giddy. I didn’t want it to stop.

  “Come on, Landon. We’re just talking. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

  His eyes burned into mine. By instinct, I removed my hand from his thigh and stretched my arms behind my back, pushing my chest forward. The plunging neckline of my tight dress emphasized my assets, and the movement pushed my breasts out. Landon’s gaze dropped to my chest and his jaw fell open as he stared.

  I smiled, the response automatic. Teasing and tormenting men was a female right, and I loved exercising that right when it got me what I wanted. And what I wanted was Landon’s mouth on mine.

  The past seven years had treated him well. He’d been in decent shape in high school, but nothing compared to the broad shoulders and sharp jaw he had now. The simple gray v-neck he wore clung to his body and made it clear how muscled he’d gotten.

  He fought to lift his eyes back to my face. “Addy, that’s not fair.”

  “Who said anything about being fair?” I asked. I put my hand back on his thigh and slid it an inch higher. He flinched as my finger brushed something hard.

  Landon’s eyes fell closed, and the muscles in his jaw jumped. “Addy…” His hand fell to mine and lifted it off his leg. “Don’t tempt me into doing something both of us will regret.”

  I was on a high, wielding my sexuality in a way I never had. Something had gotten into me, and I wouldn’t stop until something—someone—else got into me.

  “And what’s that?” I asked, feigning innocence, eyes wide.

  He growled, low enough that it was barely audible over the music and conversations in the bar, but it sent a shot of pure lust through me at the primal pull of the sound. “Taking you home and fucking you senseless.”

  I’d expected an innuendo or another deflection, but his direct and straightforward answer sent a flood of arousal into my panties, and my hand involuntarily squeezed his.

  With no conscious thought, a moan left my mouth at his words and I bit my lip, staring at his and wondering how they would feel on my body.

  “Jesus, Addy,” Landon said. “What’s going on?”

  It was a good question. I’d never felt this way. Flirting had been fun ever since I gained my curves, but I’d never pushed it so far so fast. I’d always been the good girl.

  Something about Landon made me want to be bad.

  Before I could doubt myself, I hopped off the stool, put my arm around his neck, and leaned in.

  As I’d hoped, Landon didn’t pull away. He was only a man.

  His lips on mine were surprisingly soft, tempting and pulling me deeper. Even in the space of a few seconds, I could tell he was skilled so far beyond any of the boys I’d ever kissed that comparisons were meaningless.

  I moaned and ran my hands over his shoulders as we sank deeper, forgetting where we were. I was lost in his lips and the magic they worked against my own.

  By the time he broke the kiss, I was only hanging on to reality by a thread.

  ~Landon~

  “My place is around the corner,” I said, voice a low growl from the rush of lust coursing through my veins.

  I didn’t let myself think too hard about how big of a mistake I was making. The decision was already made once the words were out of my mouth, and if I was going to do this, then I wouldn’t let second thoughts ruin it.

  Addy’s eyes fluttered open, and she nodded slowly. “Let’s go.”

  I pulled out my wallet and threw a twenty onto the bar for the whiskey. It was too much, but I wasn’t in the mood to wait around for change.

  Addy’s hand found mine, and her other wrapped around my arm. She pressed her body against mine as if claiming me for all the other women in the bar to see.

  We broke into the warm summer air outside, and as soon as we rounded the corner, I pressed her against the wall, wove my hand into her hair, and kissed her deeply.

  Addy moaned into my mouth as our tongues slid against each other. She was pinned against the wall, but that didn’t stop her from moving her body against mine, shifting her hips to press urgently against mine and letting her legs spread so that my thigh could slide between them and give her something to grind on as our kiss intensified.

  Someone behind us cleared his throat, and a chorus of laughs followed. I pulled back from the kiss to look.

  Four men in their early twenties stood in a line a few feet away, watching us with cigarettes in hand.

  “Not that I don’t appreciate the free show, but take her home, bro,” said one of the men.

  I looked back to Addy. She pulled her dress back down from where it had ridden up and grinned. “I think the guy’s got a point.”

  I shrugged. “Enjoy your night, fellas.”

  We resumed walking back to the apartment, but this time, instead of holding hands, I put my arm around Add
y and let it fall lower and lower until it rested on her ass. It was a tight, firm delight to hold. She leaned into my side, one arm around me and the other on my chest, feeling the muscles bunched under my tight shirt.

  “I can’t believe this is happening,” she said, low, as if it was a thought that had accidentally escaped her lips.

  It was the first sign of misgiving she’d shown all night. Her relentless escalation and seduction had left me feeling helpless and beholden to my masculine urges—I’d never been pursued so hard by any woman. Coming from such perfection, it was impossible to resist, no matter how wrong it was.

  “We can stop this,” I said. “It’s really not a good idea. I could lose my job, and who knows what will happen if Nick finds out.”

  The opportunity to think it through further only brought more reasons to pull back and send Addy home. A night of sex wasn’t worth the consequences, no matter how attractive the partner. At the same time, the risk and taboo was what made it so much hotter.

  “No!” she exclaimed. “No, I want this. I meant that I never thought this would happen. I used to have such a crush on you. If you pull out now, I’ll never forgive you.”

  I stared at her, dumbfounded. “You had a crush on me? But I’m seven years older than you!”

  She blushed. “So? Plenty of girls have crushes on actors and rock stars who are way older than them. It’s natural.”

  I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. On one hand, I was flattered, but on the other, it highlighted the age difference between us.

  Addy could sense my reticence. She pulled my arm until I stopped, then she leapt at me, wrapping her body around mine in the middle of the sidewalk.