Page 50 of Teacher's Pet

I have to.

I squeeze my eyes shut, exhaling slowly.

Then-

"Ana!"

A voice booms from the hallway, sharp, loud, and instantly sobering.

Any rationalization I was about to entertain vanishes, snuffed out like a flame.

I’m still in my work clothes, though barely. My tie hangs loose around my neck, my dress shirt unbuttoned and wide open, leaving nothing to the imagination.

My fingertips graze my abdomen, tracing over the faint, circular scars littering my waistline. Pale reminders of the past. Of what happens when you let emotions overtake your life.

Emotions lead to mistakes.

My hand hovers over the doorknob.

Walk away, Noah.

Taking a step back, my mind torments me.

Walk away.

"Look how fucking hot you look!"

Another male voice, loud, laughing, taunting.

A slow breath fills my lungs.

On the other hand…

Perhaps anger outweighs all my other emotions.

Cracking open the door, instantly, my cock stiffens at the sight before me.

Fuck.

Pressing my hand to my crotch, I will myself to settle the throbbing urge surging through me.

Ana.

Wrapped in a tight black dress that barely covers her perfect, curvy ass. Her breasts are pushed up, begging for attention, her dark eye makeup only enhancing the sinful image of how much better she’d look with it smudged, tears streaking down her cheeks, lips trembling.

Her lips.

Coated in a deep, rich red, plump and waiting to be ruined.

And her hair, soft, cascading curls running down her back, practically begging to be wrapped around my knuckles while she cries out my name.

This is lust. Nothing more.

Once I’ve expelled this relentless desire for her, she will become just another woman. Another face.

She’s just like the others.

Once I’ve had my fill, these twisted thoughts will die down.

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