Sexy stories feature writer Moriah Jovan and are excerpted from her novel, The Proviso. The Proviso is available from B10 MediaWorx (electronic versions) and the print book is available from Amazon, along with her newest release, Stay. Moriah Jovan writes romance with a few unexpected twists and turns, usually involving sex, religion, money, and politics-all the things your mother told you not to talk about in public. She lives in Kansas City, Missouri, and, when not involved with her kids or her day job, spends her time listening to the voices in her head conversing with imaginary friends. You can follow her on Twitter - she's pretty interesting, we promise!
An ancient white wrought iron full-size bed, still neatly made from the day Justice had left for work and unexpectedly had to get married, was on the only wall it could be on. "That," she said, pointing to the table, "is where I found my voice and made my name. It's also where I sat and looked at the wall and fantasized about a law professor I once had." She felt Knox start, then relax behind her, his hand plowing through her hair. "Oh?" he purred. "Yes," she said briskly as she took her gun out of her waistband and laid it on the desk. Then she grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head. She heard his quick intake of breath as she threw it in the corner. She turned and sat on the bed, lifting her feet one at a time for him to pull off her boots; he obliged and tossed them over his shoulder where they landed out in the hallway. "I fantasized about him coming to my room in the middle of the night. Sometimes he'd sneak in the front door or the back door and magically miss all the stairs that squeaked. Sometimes he'd climb in my window. But he always found me in bed and would slip in with me." Justice pulled her jeans down and she slid a look between her legs at Knox to see that he'd kicked off his moccasins and taken off his own sweater. Gun on the dresser. He unbuttoned his fly, and she tried not to smile. "And it was a secret affair, you see, because, while he had to have me, he was protecting me and my good name. My father couldn't know because this man had a baaaad reputation, but I knew better." Knox chuckled. Justice shimmied out of the barely-there lingerie Knox did appreciate oh, so much, and went to the bed, turning it down. She gasped a teensy gasp when she felt Knox's naked body against her naked back, his arousal hard against her, and his mouth on her neck and shoulders, one big hand splayed out over her belly to hold her to him and one cupping her breast. But she pulled away from him and climbed into the bed, slipped down under the covers, and pretended to be asleep. "And I would wake up," she whispered, "with him beside me, kissing me awake. He would say, 'I love you, Justice' over and over again while he kissed me." Justice smiled when the bed depressed and creaked under his weight and the covers floated down over both of them. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight, their naked bodies entwining. "I love you, Justice." He kissed her softly, slowly, deeply until her eyes fluttered open. "I love you, Justice." "I love you, Knox." "Okay, and then what?" She snickered. "And then what I don't know. He took over from there." Knox laughed outright, then stilled. She watched him as he studied her reverently. Finally, he murmured, "Miss McKinley, you haven't been a very good student this semester." "I'm so sorry, Professor Hilliard," Justice breathed. "What can I do to make it up?" "Come to my office for a conference after class. I may be able to find a way for you to earn some extra credit."
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