Page 11 of Tempting the Teacher

I thought that simple response was what I wanted. But it’s not enough. All successful business men are gamblers at heart and I’m no different. I risk it all and push her further than she probably wants to go. Demanding, “Mean it. Fucking mean it. Because there’s no going back from this thing. If I’m yours, you are fucking mine.”

Her hips freeze, suspended in the air of her interrupted buck. “Are you mine?” Her face is sweaty and her chest is heaving. She’s agitated with her brows furrowing across her face, but her eyes. Those crazy brick colored eyes are crystal clear. Probing mine for a truthful answer and I can’t give her anything less.

“Yes.” I return the same simple reply she gave me. “You always have been. Even when I didn’t know or understand it.”

The brick crumbles behind lashes that are suddenly wet. Her throat works a few times, before she finally pushes out another simple answer. An answer that tells me so little yet tells me everything. “Same.” The word is pure and easy as it comes softly from her mouth. Changing both of our lives with its rawness. One word to start a lifetime. I can work with that.

Smiling against her thigh, I’m relieved and elated. I return to licking her pussy and thrusting my fingers inside of her. I don’t slow down. Instead, I speed up my efforts, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She trembles below me.

“Come for me,” I whisper.

Raya cries out, her body convulsing around me as she shatters. I take her pleasure into my mouth, savoring every bit and cradling her through the aftershocks. Caring for her like I always will.

When it’s over, her breath comes and goes in ragged gasps. I move off her, gathering her in my arms and pulling her close to me.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice still husky with emotion.

Raya turns her head to look at me, her eyes soft and forgiving.

“I know,” she whispers back, before pressing her lips to mine.

I let her recover while I savor this moment before I gently roll atop her when I’m not feeling gentle. Not. At. All. I want this woman with a fierceness that I never have for anyone before her. I want to make love to her until the sun comes up and beyond.

I take her hands in mine and place them above her head, holding them against the desk. My body covers hers and I slowly sink into her wet heat. We both moan and she arches her back, pushing into me. I move inside of her, slickly and deeply, stoking the inferno that only she can bring. She calls out my name, groaning as I press deeper. I reach up and caress her face, pouring my heart into her.

My movements become more urgent as I tighten my grip on her wrists and thrust harder. Concentrating on her tightness and heat pushes me towards the cliff’s edge. I’m so close; I’m already falling over it. But her pleasure comes first. She deserves that.

I move faster and faster, pushing her higher and higher. My fingers slide between our bodies so that their flat pads press against her clit. Strumming her. That’s it. The most responsive woman I’ve ever been with nearly ejects me as she plunges. Her muscles tighten and pulse around me as she comes, screaming out my name.

I follow her over the edge. Consumed by her, I can’t help coming. Can’t stop spilling inside her and reveling in the pleasure. I collapse against her, my fingers still laced with hers, and our bodies still connected. I lay there until my heart rate slows, enjoying the warmth coming from her body and the way her breath caresses my skin.

Fucking a teacher in her classroom is a sexy ass fantasy. The reality is the desk is cold and hard. The windows don’t offer enough privacy and the door could open at any time. I examine the room’s corners. Shit, are there cameras here? I don’t see any but damn. I haven’t been this careless—this reckless in years. If I get caught, it wouldn’t really matter. But the consequences for her… All I want to do for the rest of my life is protect her. Yet, once again, I’m the one who is setting her up for disaster. My heart hardens. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m working my way into a fit of righteous anger. Until I look down at her and find her looking at me. She’s more beautiful than any star in the sky and just as fascinating. Just like that, my heart melts. Combusts and melts into a soft dough she can wrap around her finger whenever she wants.

“Come home with me,” I whisper against her lips.

Raya freezes. And so does my heart.

Raya

Chad’s question is clear. The answer is not. I’m lying here basking in the starry brightness of fireworks. Honest to goodness fireworks—Thank you, Lord. And, yeah. Okay, Dani, I get it now. You’re right, I could never deprive myself of this for years. All I want is to do it again. Right here on the table, or move to the floor. Hell, even lay back on the desk where he carved his name and let him fuck me so hard the etching tattoos itself on my ass. Then Chad has to go and ruin it. Make me think about consequences and futures.

Can I distract him? “Chad,” I reach up and caress the side of his face. “Do you really think we’re there yet?”

He shoots up, nearly upending me from the desk. “What the actual fuck? I knew I shouldn’t have let your ass come. Do I need to fuck some sense into you all over again?”

Laughter erupts from me. I can’t hold it in. Mainly because I’m so freaking happy. Imagine that. Chad Carrington, making me happier than I’ve been in years. I should have a little time just to process that . But his response to my question tickles me. Takes me right out of analysis mode. Everything in Chad’s life has been handed to him. Everything except love. I know his history. We all know about his crappy parents and how they dropped him off at his Nana’s and left her to fix all the problems they created. They wanted to make it easy for themselves, but it was probably the best thing that could have happened to him.

Now, he probably expects that I will hand him my heart as well, but it doesn’t work like that. “Chad, you can’t just demand someone be yours…”

“Except I did. And you accepted it. No takebacks.” He growls the last piece like a kid on the playground.

“We need to talk.”

“About what? You already agreed.”

I shrug. “It’s not so simple for me. You can’t just fuck my brains out and expect me to comply with whatever you want.”

Dang it. I know that look. It’s his, what a brilliant idea, I’ve discovered, look. Great. Now, he’s going to spend the weekend trying to fuck me into submission. I’m about to protest when I come to my senses. What the heck. Let him try. I smile again, imagining myself looking like the cat who finally got the canary. That’s just what I’ll do.

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