I wasn't supposed to want this.

When I offered to go as Paul's date to his class reunion it was only supposed to be pretend. Paul is smoking hot, but he's old enough to be my father. The forbidden feelings raging through me every time we pretend are all too real, though, and I can't make them stop.

One little kiss sends things spiraling completely out of control. I'm afraid. I don't want to pretend anymore, but I'm not sure what to do. That's when Paul decides to take matters into his own hands.

I'm a nurse by day, and a smut writer by night. It's my secret identity, like I'm Supergirl or something. Only my super power is making people read one-handed.

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