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She took a slow, shaky breath—desperate and fuckin' turned on.
“I’m coming, Professor Hendrix. Please… don’t bring that bus to my place. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
Chapter Three
Lena Morrow
I sprinted through the parking lot like my life depended on it.It kind of did.Fifteen minutes. That’s what he gave me. I didn’t even have time to think. I threw on the first dress I could grab, a floral one I usually saved for grocery runs or lazy Sunday’s. No bra. No makeup. Just me, sweaty, breathless, and ready to curse out a damn school teacher.
The bus came into view and I spotted the kids already inside, some with their faces pressed to the windows. Mr. Nolan stood at the steps, arms crossed. Calm.Dangerous.
Fuck!
I could feel sweat causing the dress to stick to my lower back, my thighs,andbetween my breasts. I probably looked wild, half-melted, chest rising like I’d run a marathon. Which I basically had.
I stopped just a few feet from him, hands on my knees, trying to breathe.
He didn’t move. Just looked me up and down like I was the only thing worth watching this morning. His eyes dragged over me slowly—over my hair, my collarbone, the way my dress clung to my body.
Then he checked his watch.
“You’re one minute late,” he said, jaw tight.
I blinked up at him, still panting. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
He didn’t answer. Just stared for a second. Then tilted his head toward the bus. “Get on.”
I stepped forward, ready to climb the steps and get this shit over with.
But his hand shot out and caught my arm.
He leaned in, real close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“You have no idea how much one minute late is gonna cost you.”
My breath hitched.
“What?” I whispered, heart stuttering.
He locked his eyes on mine, and the heat in that stare was pure fire—slow, focused, and filthy. There was no smirk, no mercy, just that deep, deliberate look like he was already undressing my mind, inch by inch, until there was nothing left but the way my body reacted to him.
“Get on the bus, Miss Morrow,” he said. “Your little field trip into one of your dirty-ass novels is about to start. And trust me... it’s gonna be filthier than anything you’ve ever dared to write.”
My pussy clenched. Just like that. I was soaking straight through my panties. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
My fingers tightened on the rail as I climbed up, pulse wild, thighs pressed together like that could save me.
It couldn’t.
Not from him.
I climbed the bus, heat still rushing through my chest. My breath hadn’t fully come back, and my thighs were already sticking from the sweat clinging beneath my dress. I scanned the rows quickly and spotted Marisa near the middle. Her smile lit up the second she saw me.
“Mom!”
I leaned down, kissed her forehead, and wrapped her up in a tight hug. My body was still buzzing, but I tried to keep my voice steady.
“I thought you weren’t coming!” she grinned.
