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I took my dick in hand and began stroking it, eyes locked on Lex. “You heard her. Open your mouth!”
As he hesitated, Silas strode forward, gun in hand, dick on display.
“Open up, nigga. You wanna stay alive, open that shit,” Silas growled.
Realizing his life hung in the balance, Lex forced his mouth open. A malicious grin spread across my face as I emptied my seed on his face and into his mouth. Silas did the same, making him taste our cum after we’d fucked the two women he’d betrayed.
“Now be a good boy and swallow that motherfucker. And next time you think about fucking with what’s mine, remember you ate my shit! Don’t touch my wife or my baby girl ever again, aight?” I spat, slapping his cheek.
I watched him swallow us, a wicked smirk on my lips, before kissing my baby once more.
“Now let’s go somewhere his sad-ass won’t see me making you cum again, baby.”
“Yes, Professor Hendrix…”
Then we left.
Silas stayed behind to keep fucking that bitch all night. I was happy Lex lost everything—his pride, his life, his wife. And after what I did to him, he’d think twice before fucking with what’s mine.
Chapter Thirteen
Lena Hendrix
I could feel it the moment we stepped into that cold-ass room—tension thick enough to choke on. The board members of St. Gabrielle Academy were already seated, smug and self-righteous behind their polished wooden table. Mrs. Porter’s nasty ass sat to the left, legs crossed too high, fake pearl earrings dancing as she turned her head like she ran this place. She had a smirk on her face like she thought she had the upper hand, like just being in this room meant she already won.
Bitch, please.
She was one of the reasons Nolan and I had been summoned to this meeting. I hadn’t heard shit from her since the day she barged in and caught me mid-fuck with my man during that field trip. I thought maybe she’d swallowed her jealousy and learnedher place. But nope. Here she was again, slinking around like a damn snake, still tryna bite.
And the second person accusing Nolan of professional misconduct? None other than Lex. My ex-fiancé. The same sorry bastard who got played like a violin by Silas while Nolan and I watched his world fall apart. I thought that whole takedown was enough to shut his stupid ass up. Guess not. He was sitting right next to Mrs. Porter, looking pathetic.
Both of them were buzzing, eyes gleaming with that grimy kind of excitement that only comes when you think you're about to destroy somebody. They really thought today was gonna be the end of Nolan Hendrix.
My husband was cool as ever though. He sat beside me like this was just another staff meeting. One leg crossed, suit sharp, expression unreadable. But what they couldn’t see, and what had me coming undone inside, was what his hand was doing under the fucking table.
Two fingers inside me. Slow, steady, purposeful.
My pussy clenched around them hard. Every curl of his fingers hit that spot just right; he was playing my body in front of all these people and daring me to make a sound. The man was fucking sick. I was sweating in places they couldn’t see and biting my tongue to keep from moaning. My thighs were locked tighter than a church vault, and still, he kept going.
“Miss Morrow,” one of the board members said, pulling my gaze back up with a snap. He was middle-aged, glasses too low on his nose, and looked like he’d never made a woman cum in his life. “We’ve received serious allegations. Mr. Hendrix is accused of engaging in sexual activity with you, the mother of student Marisa Morrow, during school hours on a field trip.”
He cleared his throat. “This would be a breach of our code of conduct, which all St. Gabrielle staff are expected to uphold at the highest moral and professional standard. We’ve called thismeeting so you and Mr. Hendrix may speak on the matter before we take further disciplinary action.”
He turned to Nolan. “Mr. Hendrix should these allegations prove true, the sanctions you would face are as follows: Immediate suspension from your position without pay. A formal report sent to the diocesan educational board and the Department of Education. Termination of your teaching license. Permanent ban from working at any Catholic or private academic institution within the state. Legal proceedings if any elements of this situation are deemed criminal under state or federal law.”
He paused and turned his head back to me. “So tell us, Miss Morrow, is it true you engaged in sexual activity with Mr. Hendrix during a field trip?”
My tongue was heavy. My body betrayed me. Nolan’s fingers slid in deeper and twisted just right. I clenched the edge of my chair like it might save me from the heat crawling up my spine and setting fire to every nerve.
“I—uh—I…” I could barely breathe. A soft whimper slipped out, and Nolan had the audacity to smile like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
“Answer the question, Miss Morrow,” Mrs. Porter snarked. “And don’t you dare lie to this board. I was there. I saw everything.”
Bitch, bye. Your ugly ass is the least of my problems right now, I said to myself. I needed a full moment to keep from cumming all over this damn seat.
I dug my nails into Nolan’s thigh under the table, silently begging him to stop. But no. He just wiggled those fingers again, slow and deep, pressing right against that spot that made my head tilt back involuntarily. My breath hitched. My lips parted. I tried to cover the sound with a cough. No one bought it.
And then, he pulled those slick fingers out of me like he hadn’t just wrecked my whole damn body. Calm as hell, he brought them up to his mouth and sucked them clean. Right there. In front of the entire board.
