Page 47 of Restorations

I punch the bag again. I touched her today. I fucking teased her. Because I wanted nothing more than to throw her on my desk and fuck the shit out of her on the first day of my new job. At a fucking elementary school.

And I didn’t seem to care I would, no doubt, be fired.

I kneel on the floor, panting and out of breath from my workout. And my own stupidity.

I would gladly let her ruin my life all over again.

I hear the door open, and I know who it is before I turn to face her.

Fuck!

“Asher?”

“No,” I groan because it’s clear she refuses to stay the fuck away from me too.

The door closes, and I feel her behind me. “Are you okay?”

I stand up and spin to face her, frustrated and angry that she’s in here under the guise of checking on me. “I’m fine. What are you doing?”

She’s taken aback by my bristling tone, but I don’t care. “I . . . umm . . .”

I shake my head, my body creeping close as she edges backward nervously, her chest rising and falling, but she’s not scared. “I know exactly what you’re doing.”

Her chin tilts up as she challenges me. “Oh really?”

“Yeah . . .” I fuck up, yet again, and let my hand drag over her bare arm. She’s only wearing a pink tank top and pajama shorts. When my hand comes in contact with her soft skin, I know without a doubt, I'm fucked. I’m too pent-up from today. “You’re here because when you left the school today, your panties wereso fucking wet you had to come back here and change before work.”

She gasps, her eyes widening, but I’m right. Her cheeks blush, and she can’t even argue with me. “Who knew I had a teacher fetish.”

I lean in, my lips brushing over her ear like they did this morning. “Is it the profession or the man?”

“Asher . . .” She’s breathless, begging me to touch her more, and I shouldn’t.

I should have just had dinner with Candice. Although I don’t want to be the school playboy. I don’t need drama in the place I work.

“I’m so fucking angry with you.” It’s the most honest thing I can say to her, and her head nods before she speaks.

“I know.”

“I don’twantto want you.”

“You think Iwantto want you?” She sounds as frustrated with herself as I am.

“But you do?” I pull back enough to look into her eyes, one hand pinned against the wall next to her head. “Want me?”

I watch her eyes as she closes them, seemingly in pain, and then opens them again. “My body does. I can’t deny that.”

I study her, looking for a crack in her armor. “I fell for that once.”

“I'm wiser now.” My free hand slides under her tank top and brushes over her lower stomach that trembles with my touch.

My lips drift over hers. “I don’t believe you.”

I watch her eyelids flutter and can hear her rapid breathing, my own body betrays me as my dick starts to harden being so close to her. “I don’t care if you do.”

“I don’t want a relationship.”

“I know that.”

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