Free To Want the School Teacher by Lisa Day

didn't follow you. I sought you out. I missed you. I
wondered if you'd ever return to me.” His eyes swept over her
nightdress. He made no attempt to hide the hunger. Thomas's tongue
dragged across his top lip as if Victoria was the snack. She
couldn't hide her response from him and blushed.
    “Say it.”
He popped a small chuck of cheese into his mouth. Did you not just
hours ago agree to honor and obey me, Darling.” He was toying with
her.
    To say what he wanted to
hear from her would be exposing her soul to him.
    She pushing the remaining
food on the plate toward him. Here enjoy the rest. Good night.”
    Victoria went to move
passed him and let out a squeal. He entrapped her and pulled her on
to his lap. She fidgeted until she became aware of his
condition.
    “ Oh,
dear. Oh, Thomas.”
    His laugh sounded husky
and full of promised passion. Victoria's arm wrapped around his
neck and she placed her lips on his. She began to squirm her bottom
against his lap.
    Thomas asked, “Shall we
return upstairs to appease our discomfort?”
    “ Yes
please.”
    He voice changed. “Then,
tell me the words I want to here. Why have you reconsidered the
teaching position?”
    He pulled open the top
lace tie on her nightgown. A second tug and the next tie opened.
His hand slipped in between her skin and the fabric. He fondled her
breast. Victoria groaned. She wiggled against him. She wanted more
and moaned softly in response to the things his touch was doing to
her.
    Thomas whispered, “Say
it”
    “ All
right.. I want the position ... for the
good of town. And I'll be a damned good one
too.”
    “ I think,
sweetheart, for the good of
Thomas ... I need to take my wife back
upstairs so we can......
     
    The End
     

Notes from the author
     
    Thank you
for choosing to read To Want the School
Teacher . I hope you enjoyed it. I like the
Historical Romance genre. Researching the historical events or
facts help create ideas that bring realism to the story. It also
can add a plot twist or to.
    While researching this tale
I had Victoria cleaning the desks in the schoolroom. I wondered
what that did people in the nineteenth century really clean their
wood furniture with.
    I discovered a company that
is still in business today. How could I not incorporate it into the
story. After a few emails back and forth the Manning family gave me
permission to name their product.
    Here's the
company's link. Manning Antique Charm Furniture Polish Do check out some of their great reviews and
request a sample of the product if you like.
     
An Invitation
    Lisa Day invites you to
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women set out on the Santa Fe Trail wagontrain hoping to find love
waiting for them at the end of the trail. They expected the dust,
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