Page 9 of Extracurricular with Mr. Abbot

It’s late,and I’m beyond tired, but I need to study. The exams are coming up in a few short weeks, and there’s nothing more for it but to study as hard as I can. I’m not the only one that had that idea, the library was filled with students getting their last few weeks of study lessons.

I have my keys in my hands, something that I do whenever I’m out late at night alone. It’s an instinctive thing. It doesn’t make me feel safe, but it’s better than nothing. The keys are between my fingers—as a just in case—I’ve heard to many horror stories about girls going home late at night alone only for them to be raped or killed.

“Erin,” I hear that deep gravelly tone and my heart races.

God, what is he doing here?

I stop and turn. My heart aches as he stands before me, he always looks so damn handsome, always looks as though nothing affects him. Whereas I feel as though I’m broken. It’s so stupid. I mean, how can I be? We only had one night, but God, it was the best night of my life.

“Hey, Jared, is everything okay?” I ask, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

His jaw clenches. “Are you walking home?” I nod. “Alone?” he asks, this time his voice is a little harder than before.

“Yes,” I reply. “What do you want me to do? I don’t have a car.” I also don’t feel safe in a taxi alone either.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys. “Come on, baby, I’ll take you home.”

I swallow hard at him calling me baby. I know that I should say no and continue walking, but I can’t. I’ve missed him. “That would be great, thank you.”

I step toward him. “Don’t thank me, baby, not for taking care of you,” he says low, and my body breaks out in goosebumps.

I climb into the car, and the moment he closes the door and starts the engine, the air between us crackles. God, will it always be this way between us? My breathing deepens and I turn to look out the window, not wanting to look in his face. If I do that, I know I’ll break.

We’re doing this for a reason. No matter how much we want one another, there’s no way in hell that I’d ever stand in the way of him and his daughter. She’s relying on him, and I’d hate for him to lose his job because I was selfish.

The car ride home is quiet, and I’m thankful for it. I can’t deal with his sexiness.

He pulls into the parking lot of my complex. “Thank you,” I say softly as I reach for the door handle. I want to make a quick exit. If I linger, I know I’ll only end up trying to kiss him, and I’m trying real hard not to make a fool of myself.

I exit the car and start to walk toward the apartment building. The sound of the car door closing has my breathing deepening. Why is he coming?

“Let me make sure you get home okay,” he says, and I would say no, except he has that pleading tone, and I can’t deny him.

It’s agonizing waiting for the elevator, but the moment we step inside, I realize my mistake. I should have taken the stairs. Anytime we’re in enclosed space, the air crackles as electricity flows through us. God. I want him. I want him so badly that I can’t breathe.

I bite my lip, trying to stop the whimper. I stupidly glance over at him, and see those hooded eyes of his staring at me. I swallow hard. God, I fucking love that look.

The elevator doors open, and I hurry out of them. My keys in hand, ready to open the apartment door.

“Thank you,” I say a little too breathlessly as I enter my apartment. “I really appreciate the ride home.”

He steps into the apartment and closes the door behind us. Before I can ask him to leave, his mouth descends on mine. Within seconds, I’m lost in this kiss. God, I’ve missed his lips on mine. My fingers clench around his shirt as our tongues caress one another. There’s absolutely no finesse about this at all. He reaches for my pants and doesn’t waste a second and rips them off me.

God. We shouldn’t be doing this. We need to stop.

But I can’t. I need him. I’m aching for him.

He lifts me into his arms and walks me toward the door. The moment my back hits it, he deepens our kiss. Within seconds my panties are torn from my body, I whimper at the sound of them tearing. God, what is he doing to me? The sound of a condom wrapper has my body alight.

Is this really going to happen? We can’t be doing this. We both have so much to lose.

But the moment he presses his cock against my folds. Can’t form a coherent thought. It’s only him and me. I need him. I’ve missed him. He slides into me, his thrust hard and deep. I tear my lips away from his, gasping at the sheer size of him. God, it’s been months since I’ve been with him, and it feels so good to have him inside me again.

He thrusts deep inside me, over and over again. His pace is relentless, he’s not going to stop. I can’t help but fucking him back, grinding down on his cock, loving the way he stretches me.

“Have you fucked anyone else?” he growls.

“No,” I cry out as he hits deep inside once again. “You?”

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