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“Then how about for tonight, we’re just Monty and Robbie? I’m not a dad and you’re not my kid’s teacher. We’re just two people trying really fucking hard to not fall for each other too fast. We’re just out to have a good goddamn time. Maybe we’ll kiss. Maybe we’ll hug. Maybe I’ll bury my face between your thighs again. We’ll just have to see where the night leads. Sound good?”

My legs squeeze together at his words and I nod.

“Yeah?” His grin grows. “Which part?”

“You know.”

“You’re damn right I do, baby.” He leans down to kiss me, and I push his face away. He sticks his tongue out, licking my hand instead.

“Oh my gosh, put that thing away!”

“That issonot what you were saying just a couple minutes ago.”

I groan and grab the nearest pillow, whacking him with it before covering my reddening face.

Just as Robbie requested, I was naked at seven sharp…or as naked as I was going to get when still having to answer the door.

When I pulled it open for him, all I had on was my robe, pulled tightly against me, my nipples straining against the fabric at the sight of him.

He knew it too.

Without a word, he backed me inside, not stopping until we reached my bedroom. He stripped the thin material from my body, laid me down on the bed, and used his tongue to bring me to the point of no return…twice.

He drags the pillow from my face, smiling. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

I lift a brow. “I’m not going to fall to my knees thanking you.”

He slams his eyes closed and draws a heavy breath. “The images floating through my mind right now…” He shakes his head. “But no time. We need to get going soon before we miss it.”

“Miss what? Tacos?”

“Yes. There’s a food truck I want to take you to and it’s only at certain locations during certain hours. We need to get moving if we want to make it.”

“People eat food out of trucks?”

He looks at me incredulously. “Yes. Now put clothes on, my little sex vixen.”

I roll from the bed and begin pulling on the outfit I laid out. Robbie heads out of the room and down the hall, to the bathroom I assume.

“I’m using your mouthwash!” I crinkle my nose at the thought then he continues, “I won’t put my mouth on it. Stop panicking.”

Warmth passes over me as his words sink in. He knows me so well already that it’s a little scary. It hasn’t been that long since we met, and we’ve been officially dating for an even shorter amount of time, but he knows me.

It’s moments like these that make this so difficult.

When I saw Robbie walking down the hall toward my classroom the other day, my heart began beating a mile a minute because I genuinely thought he was there for me.

Then I connected the dots, and just as quickly as my heart had started pounding, it stopped.

What we’re doing, us seeing one another, it’s notbad…but it’s not necessarily good, either.

According to the handbook, we’re not breaking a single rule set forth by the school. But, in the eyes of many, we’re breaking an ethical one or two, and that’s just as bad.

I would never,everuse my relationship with Robbie to give Xavier an academic advantage, and I know Robbie would never expect that of me either.

It’s explaining all that to a seven-year-old that might be difficult, which is why we have to keep this strictly on the down low while I’m still his teacher. Next year, when he’s out of my class, we can tell him.

Next year.

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