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  School Fling Anthology

  Class Is Now In Session

  The Chase – Jessica Wood

  Finding My Prince Charming – J.S. Cooper

  Damian – Jessica Wood

  The Professor’s Student – Helen Cooper

  A Night to Forget – Jessica Wood

  Crazy Beautiful Love – J.S. Cooper

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2014 by Jessica Wood, J.S. Cooper, and Helen Cooper

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

  First Edition: September 2014

  ISBN: 978-1-940285-11-5

  Table of Contents

  The Chase – Jessica Wood

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Finding My Prince Charming – J.S. Cooper

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Damian – Jessica Wood

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  The Professor’s Student – Helen Cooper

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  A Night to Forget – Jessica Wood

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Crazy Beautiful Love – J.S. Cooper

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Epilogue

  The Chase

  Jessica Wood

  Prologue

  There was one feeling that I loved the most in life.

  Sex.

  God’s gift to man.

  I knew exactly how to get it. I knew what came with it. And I knew how damn good it made me feel. Every. Single. Time.

  And the best fucking part of it was, it was free!

  But not just any kind of sex. Fuck no. Only the purely physical, no-strings-attached, emotionless kind of sex—the only kind my insatiable cock could get behind, the only kind I needed—or wanted.

  So here I was, like countless times before, sprawled out next to some naked woman in her bed, basking in the afterglow of another earth-shattering fuck session.

  “That was incredible,” she purred, interrupting my peaceful bliss. “I never came multiple times like that before in just in a couple of hours.” I could hear her still panting as she recovered from her orgasms.

  I grunted an incoherent response, hoping that’d be enough to keep her at bay. After my cock had gotten its fill from a woman, it was done. So I was done, and I didn’t see the point of making small talk after that point.

  “No, I’m serious. That was probably the best sex of my life.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  She giggled. “Wow, you’re so full of yourself.”

  The post-fuck bliss was evaporating as annoyance crept in. “You just said I was the best fuck of your life. If that’s not a ‘thank you,’ I don’t know what is.”

  I got up from the bed and started to put my clothes back on. “Anyway, I gotta get going. I still have some work to do tonight.”

  “Wait, just one thing before you leave.” She walked over and grabbed one of my hands. Before I could register what she was doing, she began writing something on my palm with a pen.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I yanked my arm away and stared at my palm. Shit. Her number.

  She looked up at me with a come-hither expression as she purposefully bit her lips. “I’d love to see you again sometime.”

  Oh God, here we go again. She’s one of those girls. I cleared my throat and turned to her, trying to keep my tone light and free from the irritation that was building up inside. I need to nip this shit in the bud.

  “Look—”

  “No, don’t misunderstand me,” she interrupted, “I know you’re not looking for a relationship. I’m not either!” Her words came out quick and urgent.

  Bullshit, I thought as I started to button up my dress shirt. I knew she was either lying to me, or worse, lying to herself.

  “I just thought that since we had so much fun tonight, we can keep in touch…you know, stay friends or something, and do this again sometime.” She gave me what she thought was her most seductive smile as she moved closer toward me and ran her fingers down the ridges of my eight-pack abs. Before they moved any lower, I grabbed her hand to stop her wasted efforts.

  “Look,” I said coldly, “a one night stand is just that. One night. I didn’t ask you if you wanted a two-night stand.”

  For a second, the blonde stared at me with a stunned expression. But as soon as she recovered, she yanked her hand from my grasp and backed away. “Who the fuck do you think you are, asshole?”

  “The asshole you agreed to have a one-night stand with.”

  “Ugh! Get the fuck out of my house!”

  “That’s what I’ve been trying to do since I got out of your bed, sweetie.” I grabbed my jeans and casually pulled them. “The fun’s gotta end sometime.” I saw the indignation on her face, like she had just been lied to or something. In my defense, I’d been more than clear of what I wanted out of her tonight, and she had whole-heartedly agreed. It wasn’t my fault that she now wanted more after she’d gotten a taste of me.

  When I got to her front door
, I turned back to her. “If it’s any consolation, that was a great fucking one-night stand.”

  “Fuck you, asshole!” she screamed as she grabbed an empty vase from the dining table and aimed it at me.

  “You already did!” I called out as I closed the door in time to hear the vase shatter against the other end of the door.

  734. That was the newest notch on my proverbial belt of women I’d fucked, and that notch was claimed by this crazy blonde.

  My name was Dean Chase. I was a rich, powerful attorney at the most prestigious international law firm in the world. I had recently been selected as one of San Francisco’s “30 Most Eligible Bachelors Under 30” by Forbes Magazine. So naturally, I got a lot of ass. And I welcomed it with open arms and a rock-hard dick.

  Things were very simple for me. I wasn’t looking for a relationship. I wasn’t looking for emotions. I wasn’t looking for someone to stick around for any longer than a good orgasm.

  I was only looking for a good chase.

  When it came to the chase, my cock was always in the driver’s seat. I came, I saw, I conquered. And then I moved on to the next target.

  That was how I operated. That was what I was happy with.

  But that was until I met her.

  The minute I saw Blair, I knew she was different. She was the wicked curve ball that threw me for a loop. She was the one I wanted but couldn’t have. That made her my ultimate chase, and notch number 736 had her name written all over it.

  Chapter One

  “Hey, bro.” Josh’s head popped through the opening of my office door.

  “Yo.” I looked up from the draft contract I’d been working on all day for the new case.

  “Are you planning on heading out soon? Wanna grab a few drinks?”

  I look over at my computer to check the time. 8:12 p.m. “Fuck, what a week.” I yawned and rubbed my temples. I’d been working on the Parker Inc. case since I’d gotten into the office this morning at 7 a.m. So even though it was only Tuesday, it felt a hell of a lot like a Friday.

  “Tell me about it. Ever since we landed this new case last Friday, the partners have been working our department to the bone. All the associates on this case seem to be working twelve or more hours a day.”

  “Yeah, but you know what they say: no pain, no gain.” I collected the documents I needed to review later that night into my briefcase and thought about the fat bonus I’d probably get at the end of the year.

  “So you wanna grab a drink, then?” he asked again as he watched me close down my computer.

  “Don’t you usually try to get home to see your wife?” I laughed at the self-imposed commitment-jail this sucker had put himself in.

  “My girlfriend,”—he corrected—“has a girls’ night dinner at the house, so I can’t go home until 9:00 p.m.”

  I shook my head, my face twisting with disgust and pity. “You’re fucking whipped, man!”

  “It’s called love and commitment. You should try it sometime.” He laughed immediately after he finished his words, knowing how stupid they must have sounded out of his mouth, especially when those words were said to someone like me.

  “No, thank you. In fact, you’re like a constant reminder of exactly why I don’t do love or commitment.”

  “Touché. To each their own. But seriously, man, as much as I sometimes complain about Julie, she’s probably the most important person in my life. Plus, she’s always there for me and does nice things for me that are great. And, of course, guaranteed consistent sex ain’t bad either.” Josh shot me a smug smile.

  I threw my head back in laughter. “News flash, man: you don’t need to be tied down to have guaranteed consistent sex. Shit, I have sex with two to three different girls a week, and sometimes two to three different girls at the same time.”

  Josh chuckled. “You got me there, man. But then again, not everyone can be Dean Chase,” his voice sarcastically emphasized on my full name.

  “You got that fucking right!” I laughed and then shrugged. “What can I say, women can’t seem to resist my natural charm.”

  “Ha! As long as you stay away from my girlfriend, we’re cool!”

  “Hey, you know I’d never do that kind of shit. I may love having casual sex with women—and I’m damn fucking good at it—but sleeping with another dude’s girl, that’s where I draw my hard line.”

  “I know, man. I was just kidding with you there. You hide it well, but you’re a pretty good guy, even if you act like an asshole most of the time.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.” I laughed as I grabbed my jacket from behind my office door.

  “Besides,” he continued, “I may be in a committed relationship, but I’m still a dude. And as much as I love Julie, I still enjoy fantasizing about hot women. So with you around, at least I can live vicariously through your wild escapades.”

  I snickered as I reached for my briefcase. “And because you look so pitiful in that commitment-jail of yours, I’m more than happy to share those escapades with you. Now let’s go grab those drinks.”

  Thirty minutes later, we were on our second round of drinks at the speakeasy bar a block down from our office.

  “So what do you know about this new case?” I asked Josh as I took a sip from the Old Fashioned the bartender had just placed in front of me.

  Josh shook his head. “Not much more than you do, but I did hear the partners saying that if our firm nails down this international acquisition for Parker, Inc., they’ll probably make us their primary outside counsel for all their legal needs. So if this deal goes through and we’re the associates who worked on it, this case could be what makes us partners when we’re up for review.”

  “Well, I’m prepared to work my ass off to make partner. Can you imagine how much pussy you can get at the top when you’re making millions a year?” My dick was hard just thinking of all the hot pieces of ass it’d get to play with once I was partner at the firm.

  Josh snorted and looked at me in amazement. “That’s seriously all you think about, huh? Women?”

  “Correction, not women. Pussy. And yes, I do think about pussy a lot. It’s my hobby, and I’m motherfucking passionate about my hobbies.” I snickered.

  “So speaking of which, what’s on tonight’s menu, Chase?”

  I laughed, knowing exactly what he wanted to know. “A firecracker with a set of apple bottoms.”

  Josh’s eyes lit up and shook his head, in a mixture of jealousy and awe. “Man, I’ve never had a redhead before. I heard they’re wild.” He held his breath as he waited for me to tell him more.

  “Never? Shit, man. You’re seriously depriving yourself. They aren’t called firecrackers for nothing. You should give them a whirl.” I chuckled. “Pun intended.”

  He frowned. “I can’t. I have a—”

  “—a wife,” I cut him off. “I believe we’ve established that already. You seriously are my relationship condom.”

  We laughed as I gestured to the bartender for another round of drinks.

  “So they’re wild?” It was clear Josh wanted to know as much as I was willing to share.

  “They are.” I raised my eyebrows meaningfully. “And this one I’m meeting up with tonight has some serious junk in the trunk, if you catch my drift. She gives Kim Kardashian a run for her money.”

  “Shiiit.” His eyes were wide and salivating for more details of this redhead.

  “Plus, she told me she’s always DTF.”

  Josh stared blankly at me. “DTF?”

  I looked at him in shock. “Dude, what fucking hole have you been living in?”

  “I—”

  “—right,” interrupting him, “that endless black pit called a relationship.”

  Josh laughed.

  I looked at him and shook my head in pity. That isn’t supposed to be a joke. Is this what a relationship does to a guy?

  “So what’s a DTF?”

  I sighed. “It means Down To Fuck.”

  “Oh,” he laug
hed. “Ha! You really do learn something new every day.”

  “Riiight. Well, anyway, she said she’s always DTF. So I can’t say no to that. I may even keep her in my arsenal of regular fuck buddies.”

  “Have you banged her before?”

  “We had a quickie against her car a few weeks ago outside of the bar Novela. She texted me last night to see if I wanted to come over, but I was busy fucking a crazy blonde. So I suggested tonight.”

  “Damn, I gotta hand it to you. Women seem to really do whatever you tell them to.”

  “You’d get that too if you didn’t let yourself get tied down.”

  “I’m not sure about that.” He shrugged and took a sip of his Manhattan. “So, tell me something. Have you ever fucked any of the other attorneys or secretaries at the firm?” He eyed me hopefully.

  “Nope.”

  “Bullshit! Come on, you can tell me. Have you banged Cindy Kim, that first-year associate down in the litigation department? She’s hot! Or what about Sophia Morgan, the bankruptcy paralegal? Oh, or MacIntire’s new secretary, whatever her name is—with the double-D breasts—”

  “—Tess O’Brien,” I answered.

  “Yes, Tess. That’s her name. You fucked her, didn’t you?” His words came rushing out in excitement.

  “Nope, none of them.”

  “I find that hard to believe.” He looked annoyed—almost pissed, like somehow I just ruined his night.

  “Come on, man. You don’t shit where you eat. Everyone knows that. I don’t want that woman drama where I work. After I’m done with a woman, I don’t want to fucking see her again. So coworkers are off-limits.”

  “Oh.” Understanding relaxed his expression as he nodded in agreement. “That’s probably a good idea.”

  “Plus, there’s no shortage of women to fuck, so I have no problem staying away from the women I work with—no matter how fuckable they are.”

  “What about clients?”

  “Dude, same shit but probably even worse. That’s a violation of professional conduct for lawyers, and you can get disbarred for it. As much as I love pussy, I’m not about to jeopardize my career for one fucking piece of ass. Like I said, no shortage out there.”

  Josh nodded in agreement but his attention was distracted by something across the bar.