Page 80 of Waiting for Friday Night

Halle and Quinton walked them to the door. Dawn had conveniently left out Quinton and Halle on this outing. Halle wasn’t sure if that was on purpose or not, but she wasn’t about to volunteer to go. After the hustle and bustle of getting everyone out of the house ended, she and Quinton stood in the quiet of the entryway. Their eyes met. Quinton took a step toward her. Halle slid closer to him. Then they were in each other’s arms.

The kiss was rough and fervent. Fueled by longing they’d had for each other and the pressure behind each touch and glance during the afternoon. His hands were all over her body. Her back, breasts, sides and ass. It still wasn’t enough.

“Touch me,” she breathed against his lips.

His reply was rough and eager. “Yes, ma’am.”

His large hands slid beneath her shirt and cupped her breast. Shock waves rippled across her skin. She had to touch him. Her hand slid down the tight muscles of his chest and abs to cup the thick press of his erection against the front of his pants.

“Keep that up and we’re going to my bedroom,” Quinton said against her lips.

She didn’t release her hold on him. “Do you have condoms in there?”

His head pulled back and his eyes met hers. “Are you serious or was that just a rhetorical question?”

Her brows drew together. Didn’t he want to do this, too? “Serious, but maybe we shouldn—”

His mouth covered hers, cutting off her words. Thoughts about what they shouldn’t do fled. He grabbed her hand and hurried toward the stairs. Halle pressed a hand to her cheek, unable to believe that she was doing this. She waited for common sense to kick in and tell her to stop. Shania and his family could come back at any moment, but the short amount of time they had alone together only made her feet move faster.

They crossed the threshold into a bedroom and she was back in his arms. She didn’t take in the decoration. All she noticed was that the room was warm, the smell of his cologne was stronger and his bed was large. She couldn’t think of anything else as his lips swept over hers.

Quinton took her to the bed where he wasted no time. He pushed down the waistband of her leggings. Shoving down the thin material along with her underwear. She gasped, then grinned at his urgency. His fingers slid between the juncture of her thighs, and a low moan echoed in the room. Her moan. He kissed her lips, neck and lowered to take one plump nipple into his mouth. Halle hissed and clutched his shoulders. She let the wave of sensation wash over her and take away all her inhibitions. Quinton’s warm lips eased away from her breast as he lowered to his knees.

“Wait,” she said at the same time his tongue slid across the crease of her sex.

He stopped and looked up at her. His dark eyes serious and brimming with passion. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her heart hammered. She didn’t know what she was doing. How they’d gotten here. If this was going to complicate things or make them easier.

Quinton licked his lips. He could do that to her. Halle’s brain short-circuited. “Don’t stop.”

With the same determination she saw him use on the football field, he went back to pleasuring her body. Halle’s knees gave way as he kissed and licked her. Just like a coach, he encouraged her as if she was doing the work. Whispering in a low, commanding voice, “Yes, Halle,” “spread a little wider,” “keep moaning like that” between each decadent press of his lips against her sex. Her legs shook. Her knees weakened and Quinton gently laid her back on the bed. His soft lips pressed sweet kisses over her abdomen before he pulled away and grabbed a condom from the nightstand.

Halle watched as he put on the condom. Her sex clenched in anticipation. Quinton gave her another long look. The question in his eyes clear. Was she still okay with this? Halle nodded and parted her thighs.

“Give it to me,” she whispered.

He settled between her thighs. “You can have all of me.”

He pushed inside her. Halle’s eyes fluttered closed. The emotion squeezing her heart was like a vise. Stealing her breath, her ability to think. Quinton shoved away all her sensibilities and made love to her with a quick, steady pace that made her toes curl and her moans of pleasure fill the room. He shifted his position. His body pressed down onto her clit just as he thrust, and her body shattered into a thousand droplets of pleasure. Every ounce of good sense she may have thought she had when it came to Quinton was irrevocably compromised.

Twenty-Five

Halle walked through the halls of Peachtree Cove Middle School with her fingers mentally crossed and dozens of silent prayers that everything had gone according to plan. It was the day that Khris Simmons toured the school with the superintendent and mayor. All a part of their plan to show him just why Peachtree Cove was the best small town.

She didn’t understand why the school needed to be featured in a travel magazine, but wouldn’t complain about bringing attention to the work they did at the school. The mayor wanted to present everything that was good about Peachtree Cove, and Halle was more than ready to show them how the staff at Peachtree Cove Middle School was an essential part of this community.

“And that’s pretty much everything about the middle school,” Halle said when they were back at the front office. Thankfully, the HVAC system hadn’t rattled, the leak in hall three had been repaired and no kids loitered in the hallway. It was as if the stars had aligned and understood the school’s best foot needed to be put forward today.

“Thank you, Halle,” Miriam said, clasping her hands. Delight about the smooth visit visible in her eyes. “I told Mr. Simmons that you were one of our best principals and that you’ve done a lot to improve things at the school.”

Halle beamed; she always enjoyed praise for the work they did at the school. “I want to see every child succeed. High school is important, but you start laying a foundation for a kid’s future here in middle school.”

Khris scribbled notes in a small notepad and nodded. “I remember middle school being rough for me. Always a trying time. It’s a good thing these kids have such an understanding principal.”

Halle raised a brow. “You struggled in middle school?”

“I did, puberty and whatnot. Trying to figure out my way,” he said with a grin that would appear charming if Halle hadn’t known how he treated Quinton in school.

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