Free MisplacedLessons by Mari Carr and Lexxie Couper

his own overwhelming need. Desire gave
way to greediness.
    “God. Fuck me harder, Andrew. Deeper.”
    His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her into his
plunges. Stars formed behind her eyes.
    “Yes,” she hissed.
    Andrew grasped a handful of her hair, using his hold to pull
her upright. He continued to pummel her with hard shoves while he gripped her
breast with his free hand, squeezing the sensitive flesh until she cried out.
    Her second orgasm took her by surprise, flashing hard and
fast. Andrew joined her, yelling out with his own release. Both of them froze,
their joined bodies creating an erotic statue as they struggled to return to
normal.
    What was normal anymore? A week ago, she was a lonely
schoolteacher in Australia who spent most nights masturbating to fantasies she
thought were scandalous and wicked, but that now seemed lukewarm and
unimaginative compared to Andrew’s lessons.
    If that was normal, she’d sell her soul to the devil
to avoid returning to her old life, to being that woman.
    Andrew slowly pulled out, taking a step away when he was
certain she’d found her footing. He placed a gentle hand on her back, the
gesture one of protection and care.
    “Okay?”
    She turned to face him, nodding. “Sort of nice to confirm
last night wasn’t a fluke or a lucky first attempt.”
    Andrew laughed, the happy sound filling the quiet room.
“Yeah. That’s good to know. Even so, I don’t think we should rest on our
laurels. Might need to try that another dozen or so times just to be sure.”
    Now it was her turn to laugh. “Cocky bastard.”
    “Let’s eat and take that nap. Then we’ll see just how cocky
I am.” As he spoke, he wrapped her hand around his dick. She was surprised to
realize it was already starting to stiffen again.
    Captivity certainly had its advantages.

Chapter Four
     
    Andrew followed Amy into the house, watching as she dropped
her souvenir bags on a chair in the foyer. He was probably the worst kidnapper
in history. His far too willing captive still wouldn’t tell him where his
sister was, and after spending most of yesterday in bed, alternating between
sleep and sex, Amy had roused him early this morning, insisting that he take
her sightseeing.
    He’d grumbled about playing tourist in his hometown, but
he’d eventually given in, gotten dressed and taken her around the city. His
little Australian handful was slowly wrapping him around her little finger,
something no woman—with the exception of Harper—had ever been able to do.
    He’d anticipated being bored all day, but seeing Chicago
through Amy’s awestruck eyes had rejuvenated his love for the place. Her
interest in the history of the city was genuine and he’d actually learned a few
things he didn’t know. She hadn’t lied about doing her homework prior to
traveling. Several times during the day, she’d consulted her list, checking off
different sights after their visit. Her efficiency was mind-boggling.
    Her enthusiasm as she explored Chicago made him realize he’d
become jaded lately. He used to feel the same rush Amy had every time he
stepped off the plane in a new country, but that passion had been absent on the
past few trips. He was currently in contract negotiations with the cable
company that produced his show and he’d spent several sleepless nights in the
last month trying to decide if he wanted to continue.
    One day exploring a city he knew better than the back of his
hand with Amy had given him the kick in the pants he’d needed, proven to him he
still possessed that same sense of wonder. He wasn’t ready to retire yet.
    Andrew glanced at the grandfather clock. It was nearly nine.
Damn. Talk about making a day of it. They’d boarded the train, heading into the
city at eight this morning. Amy had been tireless, practically bouncing from
one landmark to the next. He couldn’t understand it. She had to be suffering
from serious jet lag like him.
    “How old are you?” he asked.
    She gave him a