Page 17 of Bad Teacher

“It wasn’t while we were together. She helped him out after we separated, and they fell in love,” she said then offered a neutral smile which gave away nothing.

Without any finesse, he took this wine glass to his lips and drank the rich red liquid. His sommelier would be terrified at his lack of respect for the special wine. “And you were okay with it?”

She shrugged, looking away. “I said I was okay with it first. Honestly, it’s hard to admit, but they were made for each other.”

He handed her a glass. “You’re very generous.”

“Trust me, I’m no hero in this story.” She took a sip, drumming her fingers on the glass. “This is excellent. I’m glad you came over after dinner, it would have been intimidating to me to cook to a chef.”

He gazed at her, knowing fully well she deflected from the subject he brought up. What did she mean by saying she was no hero? His gut clenched, something didn’t sit right. She obviously wanted to keep things light—after all, their liaison was temporary and worry-free. He brushed the nagging feeling aside, willing himself to forget about it and relax. His shoulders dropped a notch. “I’m a nightmare as a boss.”

She chuckled, and the infectious sound reverberated through him, awakening all his nerve endings. “I wouldn’t expect it any other way. Do you have a high turnover at your restaurants?”

He erased the distance between them. “No, surprisingly.” Despite his demanding personality, he made up by praising his employees when due, and helping them get to the next level in their career. His employees trusted him, respected him, and kept a professional only relationship—well, besides Alan anyway.

“Interesting. If I worked for you, I’d fear you slitting my throat if I messed things up.”

He sat his glass on the counter and cornered her against the kitchen island. Her feminine scent swirled into his nostrils. “I have other plans for your throat.” He ran his finger down her neck and felt her shudder, the goose bumps on her flesh.

He captured her lips in a passionate kiss, one that wanted to erase all the memory of her ex. Her tongue tasted like the mix of the delicious wine she just drank and heaven. He pulled her to him, and she complied without resistance, encircling her hands around his head. She plastered herself against him, and her sinewy, sexy body had the power to make his roar.

His blood rushed to his cock so fast he felt lightheaded. His pants shrank a size or two, and he intensified the kiss, teasing her tongue with powerful strokes, then weaning off the rhythm of the kiss only to devour again. She squirmed against him, trembling, so soft and warm and willing.

She wretched her mouth from his, gasping for air, but kept her forehead resting on his. The nearness of her spiked his pulse, and he massaged her back with vigorous strokes, needing to feel her melt into his arms. Needing desperately to know he wasn’t the only one losing control. She squirmed into him, and every part of her teased him, increasing his internal temperature even more. God, this woman was so fucking sexy.

“Theo…” she moaned, eyes closed.

“Yeah?” He slid his hands down her dress, caressing her ass over the fabric. Her nice, firm ass, with enough flesh to drive a man crazy.

“Don’t ever stop kissing me,” she said.

Groaning, he hiked up her dress until he felt her ass against his palm. Her skin was soft and warm, muscly yet gentle. He cupped her butt, and she let the tip of her tongue out, teasing him, licking his lips until he no longer resisted and took her lips in his with relentless pursuit. He played with her G-string, running his finger along the small piece of fabric.

Every part of him throbbed for her, his core burning with need. She lowered her hand to his pants, her fingers cupping his cock. Her touch unlocked a fire that consumed him completely. He’d never felt so…

She slipped her hand under his pants, and when she palmed his cock over his underwear, he swept her off her feet, and she quickly wrapped her legs around his back. If they continued at this rate, he’d fuck her in the kitchen. As much as the idea seduced him, he’d much more prefer to claim her in her bed.

He growled. “Where is your room?”

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