Page 20 of Teaching His Babygirl

When my alarm does go off, I lightly kiss his chest before turning it off. “You stayed.”

He gives me a sexy, sleepy smile. “I stayed.”

“What about work?” I ask, chewing my lip nervously. If we leave at the same time people will see us arrive together… People will talk.

“What about it?” he asks, confused.

“Well, you’re here… first of all, you don’t have anything to wear. Secondly, we can’t show up at the same time. This is bad…”

He shakes his head, stands from the bed in all his naked glory. My mouth goes dry at seeing him in the light of day. His toned muscles flex as he walks out of the room. My eyes gravitate towards his ass and what a sexy ass it is. I lick my lips, wanting to take a bite out of it. He comes back into the room carrying a bag. I didn’t notice last night.

Hell, I barely notice it right now. Now that he’s facing me, I’m drooling for another reason. His cock is hard and standing proudly against his lower abs. I prowl towards him, licking my lips hungrily. Colt lets out a low growl and stalks toward me. His hand grips the back of my head, pulling me into him for a searing kiss. I grind against his length, loving the feel of his hardness against my softness.

I reach between us and grip his cock giving it a teasing stroke. “Fuck, babygirl.”

I move away from him, taking a step towards the bathroom. “We’re going to be late…”

He growls, following my retreat. “Then I guess we better take a shower.” He picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder, his hand cracking down on my upturned bottom. I giggle at his playfulness. The worries over him staying the night and us potentially getting caught together fading away.

When we’re alone together, my worries seem far away, and I just feel happy—a ridiculous amount of happiness. I forget to be scared that our relationship has gone from zero to sixty and just concentrate on the time we are together. There will be time to worry about reality later. Right now, there is a naked man in my shower with me, and that’s the only thing that matters.

Chapter Ten

Colt

“We can’t show up together,”Darlene argues. The sweet pliable woman from our shared shower is gone. In her place is someone wrought with nervousness.

“Beauty, no one is going to care if we are together,” I argue. “They will be happy for us.” No matter how many times I repeat myself, she doesn’t seem to listen.

“You don’t know that for sure,” she accuses. “You don’t understand how it’ll look for the new girl to be dating the man in charge.”

I shake my head, not liking how upset she’s getting. “Okay, okay, babygirl. We will do this your way.”

Her shoulders fall, and she puffs out a deep breath releasing some of the anxiety that was building to a crescendo. “Thank you,” she says with noticeable relief.

I’m not sure why she’s got it in her head that anyone will judge her for our relationship, but I’m determined to get to the bottom of it. Only once we get past that hurdle can we move forward beyond what we have now. For now, this will have to be enough. I don’t want to push her too hard and too fast.

We’re already moving at lightning speed. In time she will realize how silly it is to hide our relationship.

“I’ll go in first since I usually drive, and you can walk like normal. How does that sound?”

She gives me a bright smile and nods. “Yes, that’s good. No one will suspect anything.”

We walk to the front of her building together where I give her a scorching kiss before leaving her on the front steps and going to my car. I can’t help shaking my head at my woman walking in one of her prim skirts with her coat done up tight to fight away the chill in the morning air. She could be warm in the car beside me if she weren’t so damn stubborn.

The school is already a livewire of activity when I pull into my parking space. Several of the students wave or stop me to talk to me about one of the many extracurriculars I take part in running here at school. When other schools are defunding the arts program and extracurricular activities, Thurston Academy is proudly adding funding to help promote creative development.

“Morning, Colt,” Judy says with a smile. “How are you today?”

I return her infectious smile. That’s one thing about the office administrator that I’ve always loved. She’s almost always smiling and happy to help. “I’m good, Judy. How are you?”

“Oh, good, good, you know me. I’ve got some messages for you from the answering service,” she grumbles as much as her perkiness will allow, handing me the slips of paper.

I leaf through them quickly and chuckle at seeing Leon and Todd’s parents’ names on the top two messages. Apparently, they aren’t happy that their sons are benched for the next couple games. Too damn bad. No one disrespects any of my staff the way they disrespected Darlene… especially not Darlene.

“Thanks, Judy,” I say, heading into my office to make a couple phone calls.

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