Page 80 of Secret Love

“I better go before we do something crazy and fuck right here.”

My breath hitches. I kiss his cheek, his head, and my hands tug his waves when he leans down and tugs my shirt to the side so he can kiss my breast.

“Tell me when we can be together again,” he says. “I don't care when it is. I just want to know it’s coming. I think about you all the time. I'm trying to do things at your speed. But I’m going crazy for you.” He pulls my leg over his thigh and thrusts into me and I gasp.

“I think about you all the time too,” I whisper.

He backs me into the wall and then notices the little closet of supplies. The naughtiest grin takes over his face and I lose my breath. He looks so dangerously hot right now. He lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist as he carries me into the closet. The door stays open, but it’s darker in here, the light from the classroom trickling in.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

I nod, leaning in to kiss him. He sets me on my feet and gets on his knees.

“Henley,” I whimper.

“I’ll make you feel good and then I’ll go,” he says, looking up at me.

I open my mouth to tell him I want to make him feel good too, but then he lifts my skirt and moves my panties to the side, and that first swipe of his tongue is so perfect, my toes curl.

He groans, praising the way I taste, the way I feel, the way he’s thought of nothing but this since the first time, and my head falls back on the shelves of school supplies as he turns my world upside down. My knees buckle when he adds his fingers and he tells me to hang on when I get close. I do, and it’s a good thing because he works me over until I’m boneless.

While I’m still catching my breath, he stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes are glazed over, but he’s smiling and more than a little smug.

“Thank you,” he says.

“I should be thanking you,” I say, cheeks flushing.

I move toward him, needing to touch him, wanting to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel, but he shakes his head.

“I said I’d make you feel good and then go. I want to keep my word.”

I reach out and touch his chest. “I know you’re good for it. Come home with me?”

His eyes drill through me. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“I am. Very sure.”

I move past him and turn to look at him over my shoulder, catching him adjusting himself. When I smirk, he groans and points at the massive bulge in his pants.

“I’ve been like this since the day I met you. I hope you’re happy.”

I laugh. “Yes, I am.”

I grab my bags and move toward the door of the classroom. He’s still standing in the doorway of the closet, watching me.

“You coming?” I ask.

“Not soon enough.” He grins when my mouth drops open and moves toward me. “Ladies first.” He motions for me to go out the door when I stare at him and his double-entendre self.

I should be worried about getting caught and losing my job, and Iam, but damn, this man. I’m giddy as I drive home, happy that I left the house in good shape when I left this morning, happy that Henley is coming over, just happy, period.

My mom calls as I’m pulling onto my street, and I put her on speakerphone.

“Hey, Mom. Can I call you?—”

“Tru,” my mom’s voice cracks.

“Mom! What’s wrong?”

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