Page 21 of Teaching His Babygirl

I eatmy lunch in my office, knowing that I won’t be able to control myself if Darlene is within touching distance. It’s almost impossible to push down the urge to claim her in front of everyone. I want people to know that she’s mine. Especially since I heard from Coop that Mr. Troy has been sniffing around her and that it might be a problem.

We’ve been suspicious of him since the second teacher quit without notice or warning. When the third teacher quit, it became apparent that there was a problem and that Mr. Troy could be the cause. Unfortunately, we have yet to be able to prove the sexual harassment we suspect him of, and none of the teachers wanted to discuss why they decided to quit.

A quick look at the clock shows me that Darlene is on her free hour. The temptation to see her is too much to resist any longer. I stride to her classroom with a single-minded focus… getting her soft lips under my own. Seeing that Darlene is alone in her classroom, I close the door and lower the blind over the little window.

With a low growl, I close the distance between us. Darlene holds her hands out to stop me, but I refuse to be denied. I grip her wrists and pin her arms behind her back.

“What are you doing?” she asks, breathless.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

She licks her lips, teasing me with her pink tongue. Yeah, she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. I lean in and press my lips to hers in a chaste kiss. Just like I knew she would, she arches against me, pulling at her wrists. When she responds to my kiss, moving her lips with mine, I release her hands. They instantly move to my chest, gripping my shirt in both fists as she returns my passion.

I break our kiss, heaving in a breath. “I can’t stay away. Knowing you’re just down the hall, unkissed by me, is driving me insane,” I growl, pulling her closer and kissing her sweet lips again.

She completely surrenders to the onslaught. Kissing me back with everything she is. Her fingers fisted in my shirt as our passion grows. I cup her breast over her shirt, rubbing my thumb over her hardened nipple. She moans into my lips as I tease her. When the bell rings, I reluctantly pull away, knowing that it’s only a matter of minutes before students start pouring in.

“Come to the club with me tonight.” It’s not really a question, and she knows it. She’d be right because the only answer is yes. I won’t take no for an answer, not when I want her so badly.

“Yes,” she responds, not even hesitating or arguing that it’s a school night.

“Pick you up at seven.”

Her fingers touch her well-kissed lips. “Okay, Colt. See you then.”

Chapter Eleven

Darlene

I takeone last look at myself in the mirror and decide my outfit is perfect. A mint green dress with peek-a-boo lace cutouts. It’s not like most of my club dresses, it’s a bit on the sexier side, but the frilly skirt and little green bow right between my breasts make the dress a nice mix between the two.

There is a knock at my door at seven sharp. I love that Colt isn’t one to be late. I love that he’s as excited as I am for a night together. It’s not the weekend. I know that, but staying away is not something I’m going to be able to do. I didn’t even have the willpower to keep him from kissing me today at school.

Part of me wants to say to hell with it and just come out in the open with our relationship, but the other part is scared about what others will think still. I want to wait and see where this thing is going with Colt before we go public. We’ve only known each other for such a short time… what if he bores of me? Or what if our connection isn’t as strong as I think it is?

Excuses. Both of them because I know that our chemistry isn’t something that will just disappear, and it’s not something that will falter or fizzle. I’ve never felt the kind of chemistry that I do with him, and I just have a feeling only good things will come from it. I just need to be one-hundred percent sure before we become public.

I open the door with a huge smile. Colt returns my smile, looking me up and down like he wants to eat me up. “You look amazing, babygirl.”

I feel my cheeks heat with an uncharacteristic blush. That’s another thing that Colt brings out in me—shyness. I’ve always been bold—even with my little side—but I’m different with Colt. It’s like my little side hasn’t ever fully come to the surface, and Colt coaxes it out of me. I love it. I love feeling completely free of any constraints.

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, daddy,” I nod excitedly.

He wraps an arm around me, reeling me into his body and kissing me. “We could always stay in if you’d prefer…”

I scrunch up my nose. “After getting all dressed up?”

He taps my nose. “Good point. Let’s go, babygirl.”

The club is busier than I thought it would be on a weeknight. Colt explains that because it’s such a small and close-knit community that the club tends to be full most nights. He also points out that with the restaurant, it’s a popular date night spot as well.

“Did you eat?” he asks.

I chew on my bottom lip, thinking about the half a bowl of dry cereal I munched on while getting ready. “Yes?”

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