Her Guilty Secret
She's the good girl…He’s guilty as sin!Hotshot defence attorney and visiting professor Connor Hughes is so hot it’s criminal! And while idealistic law student Olivia Amorelli might not agree with his practices, she just can’t stop fantasising about ripping Connor’s clothes off. But she’s always been a good girl, and an affair with her teacher is strictly forbidden—until Connor tempts Olivia to let him corrupt her…!
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Sheâs the good girl...
Heâs guilty as sin!
Hotshot defense attorney and visiting professor Connor Hughes is so hot itâs criminal! And while idealistic law student Olivia Amorelli might not agree with his practices, she just canât stop fantasizing about ripping Connorâs clothes off. But sheâs always been a good girl, and an affair with her teacher is strictly forbiddenâuntil Connor tempts Olivia to let him corrupt her!
CLARE CONNELLY was raised in small-town Australia among a family of avid readers. She spent much of her childhood up a tree, Mills & Boon book in hand. Clare is married to her own real-life hero and they live in a bungalow near the sea with their two children. She is frequently found staring into spaceâa surefire sign that sheâs in the world of her characters. She has a penchant for French food and ice-cold champagne, and Mills & Boon continue to be her favorite-ever books. Writing for Mills & Boon is a long-held dream. Clare can be contacted via clareconnelly.com or her Facebook page.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08681-3
HER GUILTY SECRET
© 2019 Clare Connelly
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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For Elle Woods and Legally Blonde,
without whom I might never have enrolled in a law degree and had my own inappropriate crush on a lecturer.
Contents
SHE SITS IN the third row of students, as usual. Her enormous eyes stare at me with the kind of intensity that makes my blood pound and my cock hard. She stares at me with eyes that are mentally stripping my body of clothes, imagining whatâs underneath.
I should know.
Itâs how I want to look at her, but I canât because she is forbidden to me.
Olivia.
Olivia Amorelli.
Even her name is a turn-on.
Sheâs wearing the pale green dress again, the one she wore last week. It comes to her knees and has tiny white swallows detailed in the fabric. There are buttons down the front, and I have spent way too long fantasising about pulling them apart using only my teeth, stripping her, slowly. Unwrapping her like a Christmas gift, a present just for me.
What the hell is happening to me?
I donât think Iâve ever fantasised about a woman like this, and never one like Olivia. She is all that is sweet and innocent. She is my opposite in every way. I have made a career defending the indefensible. I am renownedânotorious?âfor my defence of the unscrupulous. Men like Donovan. Thoughts of that particular case needle my sides and I push them away, not wanting to think of that man now. Not wanting to think about the fact he is free because of me. But he is. Free, because of me. I canât ignore it.
Where I am darkness, Olivia Amorelli is not. In the few weeks Iâve been her professor, Iâve discovered she thinks differently to me. She is purity and passion, sweet and good. Her smile practically glows with sunbeams.
