Page 5 of Claiming His Reunion Obsession

Her head shaking side to side, her single ponytail swishing in time with her whole body making me growl again, and taking her hand I feel her going straight for my aching bulge. She gasps as she touches it, making me grunt and jerk in my seat. I’ve never known anything so intense.

“What if someone comes?” she asks innocently, looking around, a fearful habit I’d like to see her change one day.

“I think someone’s about to,” I warn her, and use her hand to stroke me some more, making her smile a devilish grin, her eyes narrowing further as she wiggles in her seat and I can tell she’s just as hot right now as I am.

“Mister Quinn!” A harsh, shrill voice calls out, making us both look up, Chelle’s hand darting back over to her own lap in a split second.

My heart’s in my throat and I gulp hard, until I realize the voice of my old boss, ex-principal, Wilson Tucker is being broadcast from his aging but friendly, smiling face.

He’s striding up to the registration desk, having no idea what the pair of us have just been doing.

“Don’t get up, Quincy, I’m late for once… how the hell are you!” he asks, pumping my hand.

“It’s good to see you sir,” I say, truthfully. I left the school on good terms and it was Wilson who encouraged me to do two things: get in shape and to go out on a limb by starting my own business.

“Glad to hear it, oh! And is this the lucky lady in your life, eh?” he says, sharing a crafty wink with both of us.

“This is Michelle Baker, Mr. Tucker. She was in my Biology class…”

“Ahhh! Baker! Of course, how are you? So glad to see everyone here again tonight… after all these years. I’d best push on though, got my speech to rehearse yet,” he says, patting his jacket pocket and looking absently past us, a few lines rolling silently over his lips as he disappears through the huge double doors behind us.

I feel a sigh of relief leaving me, sure we’d been caught doing something we probably shouldn’t, but can’t seem to help either right now.

“I gotta go to the ladies room,” Chelle says softly, I smile a nod to her, but once she’s a few feet away I realize how not okay I am with it.

I can’t stand the idea of her not being right next to me, even if she’s only going to the ladies room.

I growl in disapproval, wishing my own arousal was a little less obvious, but taking a look around I figure it’s safe enough.

I follow behind her a few steps, urging her on as she looks over her shoulder.

“I’ll wait for you out here,” I tell her. “So you don’t get lost on the way back.”

I notice her strange look, which echoes my own mind’s instant obsession with her. It’s like I can’t let her out of my sight, not even for a few minutes.

Not because I’m afraid for her or want to baby her, but just because I want her so damned much.

Because she’s mine.

Like anything that belongs to me, like my heart. My soul.

Would I walk around without it? Hell no.

Chelle’s different and it’s just a matter of time before I’ll be able to prove that to her.

She stops to look at me at the door to the ladies room, hanging in the doorframe, “I can manage things from here,” she purrs, and I have to hold back.

I’m sure she can manage to take herself to the bathroom Quinn, ease up.

“I’ll be waiting right here,” I tell her, and I lean against the wall opposite, resting my foot on the brickwork. Something I would never have dared do when I was a teacher here.

Chapter Five

Chelle

I’m shaking so hard by the time I sit down in the stall, with it only registering how wet I am, how worked up I am just from being so close to Quinn for about an hour.

I’ve never felt anything like it. I’m not one to wax my own board, but damn. If I don’t feel like I have to do something, or have something taken care of soon, otherwise I’ll be paddling home.

I hear the door and figure it’s Quinn again, breaking protocol to double check I’m okay.

Glancing through the little gap in the stall door, my heart freezes when I see whose eyes meet mine in the mirror on the wall opposite.

Cindy Sanders.

I feel my heart flutter so hard, it feels like it’s stopped, the intense wave of adrenaline rushing through me all over again, making me feel like I’m in ninth grade again.

I want to look away, but she sees the fear in my eyes and smirks to herself, holding my eyes in hers making me wonder what it is about people like her that even makes them tick.

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