About this book
My husband used to throw me against walls. Now he can't last long enough to make me feel anything at all.
I'm Tessie O'Rourke — accountant by day, content creator by night, and a wife whose bedroom went cold years before she stopped trying to warm it up. Tom was a college linebacker who worshipped my body like it was his religion. Now he finishes before I've started and falls asleep while I go downstairs to perform for an audience that actually wants me.
Then there's Mr. Matt. My son's third-grade teacher with the copper hair, the freckled forearms, and a smile that turns every mother at pickup into a puddle. He's young. He's kind. And when he says my first name for the first time on the last day of school, I feel it in places a teacher has no business reaching.
Which is probably why I accidentally send him a thank-you email from the wrong account. My other account. The one with my stage name in the handle.
It's fine. He probably won't even open it.
He definitely won't Google the name.
He absolutely won't find everything I've said about him on camera.
I'm sure Mr. Matt just wants what's best for his students' education.
But this is raw, filthy smut.
