Page 202 of Obsession

“You’re diabolical,” I whispered in his ear as I leaned down towards him.

He looked at me with a smile of untainted innocence. Hypocritical devil. He stood up and leaned down to whisper back:

“I just wanted to show you what you’re in for before lunch.”

He bit my earlobe, grabbed my hand and led me out of the classroom. I went after him like a cat in heat because I was no longer able to think logically.

I didn’t even pay attention to the stares directed at us because I was focusing all my energy on Harris.

He didn’t even try to hide it as he pulled me with him into an empty room, closed the door behind us and then pushed me to the back.

We were in the chemistry lab; I realized that when a series of glass tubes fell to the floor after Harris lifted me up and sat me on a desk.

The glass shattered and dozens of shards scattered, just like the sensations inside me.

His kiss exploded the pressure bomb, and I groaned without struggling to suppress it. His palms slid under my dress, over my thighs and up my hips. He lifted me a little, just enough to grab my underwear and pull it down my legs, then he bent down.

I whimpered and held my palm over my mouth to stifle a cry of pleasure.

I felt his mouth and fingers at the same time after he lifted my legs over his shoulders.

“Have you been this wet during class?” he moaned against my skin, but I wasn’t able to answer, so I just pulled his hair.

My head fell back and the first thing I saw was the security cameras.

“Harris… Cameras,” I mumbled, biting my lip to stifle my moan.

“I took care of it, baby. Relax.”

And, fuck, that’s exactly what I did.

***

When Harris parked in front of my house, all I wanted to do was sleep or gulp a gallon of coffee.

In the last few hours, the lack of sleep from the previous night had taken its toll on me; cheer practice had exhausted me physically and mentally, especially considering Amber’s raging temper tantrums, who had really gone crazy today, yelling at anyone unlucky enough to be in her way.

I had heroically held back because I didn’t want to fight fire with fire, even if I had found it hard not to punch her in the face a few times.

Harris was with me now, and she had to accept it. I hadn’t broken up a marriage, I hadn’t ruined a serious relationship, so I was done feeling guilty about it.

And because that wasn’t enough, I also had detention, which passed frighteningly slow because we had a nasty supervisor who wouldn’t let us talk at all. It was the two of us, Ken and another boy.

Joshua hadn’t come today, at least a good sign.

“Want to come in?” I asked when I noticed Dad’s car wasn’t in the alley.

“We could go to my place, the others want to have a barbecue later.”

That sounded really good, but I had to at least do my math homework because I’d only gotten away with a warning today.

“Okay, but…” I didn’t have time to finish because a car drove past and stopped right in front of us.

It was a black BMW SUV, which I’d never seen before, and Harris and I frowned at the same time.

Dozens of people came to mind, but not him.

Shit! Fucking fuck!

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