Page 24 of Bad Teacher

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Theo looked at the new menu. His gaze searched for the familiar dish in the specialty section, but didn’t find it. He’d given Alan the go ahead to try the new menu for a temporary time frame. Uncertainty lanced through his heart. Was this the right choice?

Putting his doubts aside, he headed to the kitchen. Best to keep busy and focus on the present. He slid on his apron and washed his hands, as usual. It would be another half an hour by the time Violet showed up for lunch, and he couldn’t wait to prepare her a meal she wouldn’t forget. A strand of anticipation wove through him.

“Get me some Brussel sprouts,” he told his sous chef.

His sous chef nodded, and before he could continue his preparations, Alan marched into the kitchen, walking amongst the waiters who carried trays out. “Theo. You have a visitor.”

Already? Couldn’t be. He glanced at the watch on the wall. “Whoever it is, it can wait.” Probably someone who wanted to do business with him or sell him a service. As his chain of restaurants became more successful, he had to vet business opportunities and such.

“You should be ashamed for making a lady wait,” Violet said.

His heart flipped in his chest, and he set the dish aside and followed the direction of the voice. She stood by Alan’s side, with a small smile, playing with the pendant of her necklace. Something inside him switched, a flicker she had the power of turning on and off.

“You’re early,” he said, his gaze on her, and everything else around them vanished.

“That’s not very nice,” said Alan, quickly reminding him they weren’t alone.

“I like him,” Violet said, pointing her thumb at Alan.

“Don’t,” Theo said. “He’s a troublemaker.”

A couple of waiters chuckled in the back, and he ushered her to the office to get more privacy. When she entered the medium sized space, he closed and locked the door behind her.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” He pulled her to him.

A wave of red spread across her cheeks. “I underestimated the traffic. Don’t think I was eager to come here and make out with you.”

“Too bad, because that’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.” He snatched her into his arms, and she gasped. Heat radiated from his chest, fast-tracking into all his cells. He dipped his head, crushing his lips on hers. She opened her mouth, granting him access, and he kissed her so hard, with so much passion and energy, that the room seemed to move around them—but it was him, pushing her with him as they tumbled on the couch and fell on it. A small one, but he couldn’t be picky right now.

When he hiked up her skirt, he found her flesh. No underwear. Hmmm… he growled, wishing they were in her house so he could be louder. But if this was all he could have, he’d take it. His cock grew rock hard, and she touched his chest, his body tensing up under her palms.

“God, Violet. You’re killing me. No underwear.”

She nibbled his ear, her breath fanning his lobe and sending thrills of excitement through him. “I removed it in the car on the way here.”

“Was it wet?” he hissed.

“Soaked,” she said, her voice throaty.

Without fanfare, he inserted three fingers inside her, and she moaned. She was drenching wet, all for him. Moving around, she straddled him, bringing them to the perfect molding. Even though his cock was still restrained by his pants, she squirmed against his bulge, back and forth, teasing him until he thought he was going to die.

He finger fucked her, ramming his digits in and out of her. With her face flushed and eyes glossed with lust, she’d never looked sexier. A need surged to flip her around, put her ass up and impale her until they both came, but he had to give her a chance to ride him first. Hell, he’d take her anyway he could, as long as he got to explode inside her hot pussy at the end.

He flicked her clit with his thumb, and she threw her head back. Encouraged, he continued torturing her with his fingers until she started trembling on top of him, her hips swaying back and forth, her breathing ragged.

She came on his digits, and he slipped them out and took them to his mouth, licking her female essence and reveling on the tangy cream. Her gaze kept trained on his. Specks of silver popped like fireworks around her blue irises.

His libido skyrocketed when she leaned down and descended her lips on his. Daring, she glided her hands down his pants and did quick work of unbuckling and then undoing his zipper. He shifted, all too happy to fumble to help her get his cock out to play.

She shuffled on top of him, and when she brought the tip of his dick close to her sex, he felt lightheaded. This felt too good and he’d come in a second if he didn’t hold back. A low chuckle filled the air, the hint she must have either seen the look on his face or how hard his breathing became.

He caressed her hips, and she softened against him, with a long, dragging moan. Resting her forehead against his, she finally brought him inside her, and they both quivered at the same time. Her chest rose up and down as he took control and began moving, cuing her to do the same. When she started moving her hips, pressure built in his core. Heat spread through him.

“Theo,” she whispered.

“I know,” he said.

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