Page 3 of Before He Was Her Headmaster

So much for the lasting appeal of my bare legs.

“Look…” He stops. “What’s your name?”

“Lily.” I infuse confidence I don’t feel into my reply. “What’s yours?”

He smiles. “Sebastian.”

I don’t know what I was expecting. Duke or Hank or Mr. Motorcycle. Not something as elegant as Sebastian.

“Look, Lily, I’m on my way back to work myself. I have a curfew of sorts.” I get another smile at that, like there’s an inside joke there I don’t get. “I’d like to see you somewhere safe, though. There’s a motel across the highway. Can I take you there?”

I shrug. “That depends. You wanna come to my room when we get there?”

The stern frown is back, and his gaze drops to my mouth. A stern frown isn’t ano, though. I move in closer. Who is this woman saying this shit? Because it isnotme. Virgin Lily would never. Has never.

But maybe tonight is the night Virgin Lily disappears. “Or maybe we could go back to your place.”

He winces. “The thing is, I also have the kind of job where I live where I work, and we’re not allowed to bring people back there.”

I glance toward the showers. “Then we should make do right here.”

“You want me to fuck you in the showers of a truck stop?” He blinks in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?”

“I’ve never done this before, I swear. I don’t know why I’m suggesting this, but tomorrow will be the start of the longest three months of my life. I could use an escape tonight, you know?”

He mutters something under his breath, and I sway even closer. Close enough that he has to catch me in his arms, his hands going around me, then traveling down my back and settling low on my hips. Close to the hem of my jean skirt. His body is hard and hot, and just rubbing up against him is more exciting than I ever thought possible.

Of course, I’m nervous. And a little terrified. But there’s something about him that soothes my fear in doing something this out of character.

The way he looks at me feels magical and intense. “You want an escape, Lily?”

I nod and square my shoulders. “But only if you’re willing.”

The corner of his mouth quirks. “That should go without saying, but I’m glad you checked. You’re willing, I’m willing….”

“We’re both adults,” I breathe. It’s true, even if I know that there’s no way we are equals in this. Even if I’m risking everything here, and he does this all the time.

“All right,” he mutters. Then he nods, his gaze dark. “Go head down that hallway. I’ll rent a shower stall and meet you there.”

I watch him stalk to the next aisle, my legs unable to move as he told me to. But when I realize he’s stopped to grab a pack of condoms, motivation zaps through me, and I hustle out of sight.

Oh. My. God.

He’s going to take that pack of condoms to the counter and rent time in a shower stall. Is that obvious? Are there cameras?

Of course, there wouldn’t be camerasinthe showers. That would be gross. And an invasion of privacy. But are there cameras recording us going in there together? Should I hide?

I’m still scanning the ceiling for security cameras when Sebastian appears, grabs my hand, and tugs me through a door he’s unlocked.

As soon as the door clicks shut, his helmet and my backpack hit the ground. He presses me against the door, his mouth on mine.

His kiss is hot and demanding.

My first real kiss, and there’s nothing sweet about it. It’s allHello, I’m going to fuck you soon,andYou better get wet or this might hurt.

“I rarely do this, either,” he grinds out between taking tastes of my lips. “I swear.”

I hope he’s telling the truth. I don’t think he is, but he’s very good at playing his role. The combination of nice guy/bad boy with the kind gaze and cruel kisses that I thought only existed in fairy tales of the filthiest order.

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