Page 25 of Bad Teacher

His blood ran thick through his veins, pounding its way to his heart. He slid his hand inside her dress, and touched her breasts over the lacy bra, with sheer intimacy. His hands perused her chest, outlining the shape of her breasts and nipples, teasing her over the lingerie fabric.

She intensified the rhythm, bucking her hips into his and giving him access to a deeper thrust all the way to the hilt. He squeezed her nipple, and that did it—with a muffled cry, she came undone, her body vibrating over his. His turn came, and he let go, every bit of him, burying his face in her chest, enjoying the tremor rolling through him. Enjoying every damn second.

“You should come for a visit more often,” he said when his breathing came back to normal.

She disengaged from him gently, then stood and fixed her dress. “You definitely worked up my appetite. I’m starving now.”

He put his cock inside and zipped up, rearranging himself on the couch. Why did she have to move so quickly? “Are you still busy this weekend?”

She ran her fingers through her hair. “Yes. I have both kids.”

Hmmm. Having both kids meant he couldn’t do a late night visit. He’d come to love those visits. “Can’t you get away for a few hours?” he suggested, hoping she didn’t detect the note of anticipation in his voice.

A flick of apology touched her baby blues. “No, actually. Amanda feels a bit anxious when she’s with me and I hire a sitter. Sorry.”

“Oh, that’s right. What are you going to do to solve it?” He remembered she’d mentioned something in the past. Amanda was a sweet girl, and he hoped she felt more secure soon—and not just for selfish reasons.

She leaned against his desk, staring at him. “I just have to show her I am around and hopefully one day she will get it.”

He rubbed his temple. Let it go. This isn’t your problem, a voice inside him pleaded. A knot formed in his gut, one which would only loosen after he spoke. Merde. “Yes, one day. But you can’t keep from going anywhere without her when she’s with you.”

“Well, that’s the case now,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him sarcastically.

“Maybe you should push her a little,” he said, surging to his feet. His office must have shrunk, because the space was now much smaller and tighter. Tension crackled in the air, and in his blood.

She stretched to her full height, her facial expression tightening. Even her shoulder blades stiffened under the dress, judging by how it stretched and creased. I poked the bear.

“She’s not ready,” she said.

“She may not be ready for a long time. Are you not going to have a social life for years and feed into her anxiety?” he said. Maybe his delivery wasn’t optimal, but she had to know she also deserved a life of her own. She couldn’t chastise herself the rest of her life for past mistakes—wouldn’t be good for her, or for her daughter.

She lifted her chin. “Isn’t that what you did with your daughter?”

“My daughter is different. She lost her mother.”

“So did mine, for eight months.” She grabbed her bag from the couch. “Now if you excuse me, I’ve suddenly lost my appetite.”

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“Mommy,what are we having for dinner?” Amanda asked.

Violet ran her fingers through her hair. Dinner? Her mind was still on the lunch she’d not had a few hours earlier. She’d ended up leaving, uncomfortable after that conversation, and thought of nothing else since then.

Had he been right? Her stomach dropped a little. Was she really overcompensating for the time she’d spent away and therefore creating a different kind of problem?

“Mom?” Amanda called.

“Oh.” Violet blinked, shaking her head. “I’ll see what’s in the fridge.”

Amanda grabbed a sheet of paper and began coloring on the table while Trevor played in the enclosed area with his car toys. Should she text Theo to check on him? No. Why would she? Because I agree with him. Deep down.

“Hey Amanda, someday I may have to get Lucy, from down the street to watch you for a few hours while I go out. Is that okay?”

Amanda looked away. “Mom, I’d prefer if you didn’t do it.”

Violet leaned down, hoping to God she wouldn’t make Amanda trust her less. Worth a try, right? “I know, honey, but spending time with someone else may be good for you too. May be fun.”

Amanda wrinkled her nose. “But what if you don’t come back?”

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