Page 26 of Tempting Teacher

“Well yeah, but I don’t want to get thrown out of school!” I retort, holding back a giggle, the wine starting to hit me.

“So don’t get caught.” She grins like the Cheshire cat.

“You aren’t helping to solve my problem one little bit, Serena Ward!”

“You know what you need to do, don’t you?” She clicks a fingernail against the side of her glass as her brow furrows in thought.

I stare at her a moment, shaking my head slowly back and forth. “No. But I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.”

“You need to make him admit he wants you.” She states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“First, why would I want to do that? And second,” I exhale, afraid of what her answer is going to be, “how exactly do I make him admit it?”

“Because, my sweet, innocent cousin, nothing is more satisfying than putting a man in his place, except of course, seeing them pant at what they can’t have.”

“You lost me.” My eyebrows squish together.

“Turn the tables on him, Summer!” She exclaims, a smirk playing over her lips. “We’re going to turn you into the sexiest little school girl he’s ever seen, and play out every damn fantasy he’s probably ever had in that class. You’re going to make him so uncomfortable in his need for you that there will be no way for him to deny he wants you.”

“Are you crazy, Serena?” I blurt out, taking a large gulp of my wine.

“Well, probably, but that’s beside the point.” She practically cackles. “But seriously, make him as uncomfortable as he makes you! Give him a taste of his own medicine. Don’t let him think he has all the control.”

“This just seems like I’d be playing with fire.” I retort. “So, I tease him, and then what do I do?”

“Whatever the hell you want.” She cocks a naughty grin at me. “You are a grown ass woman, own it.”

“Again, there’s that whole not getting thrown out of school thing that worries me.” I argue.

“Then don’t get caught.” She purrs, rising out of her chair. “Come on, let’s go see what I’ve got in my closet to slut you up.”

“Serena!” I yelp, dashing after her, and not to stop her.

An hour later, as I stare at myself in the mirror, my mouth hanging open, I cannot believe I’ve let my cousin talk me into this crazy plan.

“Oh, there is no way in hell he’s going to be able to take his eyes off you in that outfit.”

I turn from the mirror and face her. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

She tilts her head while lifting her glass. “All’s fair in love and war, baby.”

Chapter Fourteen

~Xander~

I stride into the classroom, head straight to the podium, tossing my case on the desk as I pass, aware I’m a bit late, but thank God it’s Friday. This has been the longest damn week, and knowing I would be forced to endure Summer sitting in front of me for the next ninety minutes, didn’t make it any easier.

I open my mouth to address the class, but freeze in place, my jaw dangling wide, my gaze riveted on the very person who’s been haunting my nights.

She’s in the process of removing a long sweater, revealing what she’s wearing, or a more fitting description would be, what she’s not wearing; a very short black pleated skirt that is no longer than mid-thigh, black Mary-Janes with pink bobby socks, and a fitted pink cashmere sweater that exposes most of her midriff. And her hair. She’s got it braided in two pigtails. She’s wearing goddamn fuck me handles.

She’s attempting to come off as completely blasé, but I know her far too well, her flushed cheeks giving away her discomfort. She tosses the long sweater over the back of her chair before taking a seat, her lashes lifting as her focus lands directly on me, the corner of her mouth tugging up into a slight grin. She sweeps her tongue between her full lips, accentuating the pink gloss already shimmering over them. My brow kicks up. Maybe she’s not as trepidatious as I think. At least the smirk she’s giving me would indicate otherwise.

This little vixen knows exactly what she’s doing. It becomes all too clear when instead of crossing her legs, she spreads them slightly, her fingers tugging the hem of the skirt up just high enough for me to glimpse white cotton panties. My cock stiffens into a hard length, and I thank all that is holy that I’m standing behind this podium. I’m not sure what kind of game she’s playing, but this round definitely goes to her. I want nothing more right now than to shred every scrap of clothing from her body and bury myself deep inside her.

I shift, hoping my discomfort isn’t obvious to the whole damn class, noticing at the same time that Davenport’s tongue is practically hitting the top of the table. God, I hate that fucking guy. He needs to keep his dirty thoughts off my girl.

Whoa. Do I actually have feelings for this girl? I gulp at my own revelation. Why else would another man looking at Summer make me so unreasonably pissed. Jesus, if I wasn’t fucked before, I truly am now. She lets out the smallest giggle, her hand leaving her skirt to cover her luscious lips, making me want to take her over my knee and spank her. She knows what this is doing to me and she’s enjoying every heinous second.

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