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Emily.

The following day Ben drags me into a supply closet after the first lesson. I’m bewildered and full of butterflies as he locks the door. There’s only really room for the two of us in here, and even that’s a stretch. Light streams in through the gap at the bottom of the door, but it’s too dark for me to see him properly.

I breathe in sharply when he cages me in with his elbows beside my head, pressing his body to mine. All I can hear is the sound of my own heartbeat, our shaky breaths, and the students on the other side of the door.

He leans down close to my face, his hot breath on my lips. “What happened yesterday, Princess?” His deep and husky voice shoots liquid fire straight to my core.

I hold my breath, acutely aware of his intoxicating smell and proximity.

He slaps the door beside my head, and the sudden noise makes me flinch.

“Talk!”

What’s this about? And then it dawns on me. “Nothing happened, Ben. Hailey and I had an argument. I got upset, but it’s okay. We talked it through, and we’re good again. I’m okay, Ben.” I place a palm on his hard chest, feeling his racing heartbeat beneath his t-shirt.

“I was worried,” he whispers in a pained voice, pressing his hard cock against my stomach.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

He wraps his hand around my throat. “You drive me crazy, princess. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I fist his t-shirt. “You think about me?”

He wrenches my skirt up around my waist and lifts me off the floor, pushing me back against the door with his hips.

Oh god, yes!

“Ben?” I wrap my legs around his waist. I want his hands on me so badly.

He presses his forehead to mine. “I need you, princess. I need you so fucking bad!” His chest heaves, and his hot breath fans my face. “Fuck, I want you so much!”

I can hardly breathe.

He dips down, and our lips collide in a scorching kiss that leaves me boneless and breathless. Ben kisses me like a man possessed. All I can do is hold on and kiss him back just as hard. Our teeth clash, and our tongues duel for dominance. I climb his frame, clawing at him in need.

He steals my breath as well as my soul.I need to feel him.

“Let me have you, princess,” he growls into my mouth, grinding his hard cock against me, gripping my ass possessively.

I’m too aroused to think, let alone speak. I roll my hips, seeking release. “Ben, please…”

He pins me to the door with his hips and leans back to undo his belt and zipper. The clinking sound of his belt buckle makes me whimper in anticipation. I need him inside me.

“Please, fuck me, Ben,” I moan, burying my fingers in the green curls at the nape of his neck. It’s smooth and the perfect length to tug.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes between kisses. I hear the tell-tale sound of plastic ripping. He sheathes himself and moves back in for another toe-curling kiss before trailing kisses down my neck, biting and teasing the sensitive skin. His stubble burns deliciously.

“Ben, please…”

“I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He pushes my panties aside, impatient with need, rubbing the head of his hard cock through my wet slit.

My clit throbs.

“Holy fuck!” His head falls to my shoulder, and he breathes heavily as if stealing himself. His muscles quiver beneath my hands. He’s holding himself back.

He takes me in one hard thrust. I cry out and dig my nails in his broad shoulders. He’s big, and it burns.

He stills, allowing me a moment to adjust to his size. His breath is hot on my neck. “I need to move, baby,” he whispers through heaving breaths. “Fuck, you’re so tight!”

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