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“You can’t take me against my will.” I heard the daring sound in my voice, which was as dangerous as it was sexy. I backed away, taking two distinct steps.

“Watch me.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Some people do say I am.” He closed the distance, filthy desire oozing from every pore.

“I can’t be attracted to you.”

“Yet you are.”

“That’s not true.”

“You’re lying to yourself. I can smell your desire.” He circled me as if I was prey and for some reason, I was breathless from his actions.

Swallowing hard, I could hear the rattle in my voice and it disgusted me. “You’re already involved.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You’re lying.”

“I never lie. Now, either you walk out that door with me or I’ll carry you out. It’s entirely up to you.”

I was swooning from the look on his face alone, the possessive side of him a completely turn-on. I should hate him, refusing to go with him, even tossing him out of my classroom. Instead, what did I do?

I obeyed him.

CHAPTER 7

Grant

I’d spanked her.

I’d brought my hand down on her naked bottom in the middle of a classroom and I’d issued corporal punishment.

I’d told her that I would take her as captive if necessary.

And I’d liked it.

Hell, I’d almost dragged her into one of the school bathrooms, making good on my warning that she needed her mouth washed out with soap. In truth, she did. Kerri was as infuriating as she was beautiful.

What in God’s name was wrong with me?

All I could think about was ripping off her clothes, basking in the beauty of her naked body before doing sinful things to her, thrusting my cock into every hole. I wanted to capture and cage her, introducing her to my darkest carnal needs.

I could barely keep my eyes on the road, desire tearing through me. My reaction was so unusual that I’d had blue balls since the awards show. She’d worn her hair down, her long raven curls adding softness to her sculpted face and high cheekbones. She had an unassuming air about her, although I sensed she was struggling. But the way she talked about her students had captured my attention immediately. I’d heard the speech she’d made to the kid playing the piano.

I’d felt the same thing about her, hoping that her talent was heard. I’d already made more than one mental note to find out what the hell was going on with the broken system. If I could help with time, influence, or money, then so be it.

Kerri was one tough cookie. I wondered even more why she wasn’t playing for an orchestra. There was no doubt she was extremely talented. Maybe that’s not what she wanted but I intended on finding out.

The woman was also as infuriating as she was exciting. It was perfectly clear she couldn’t stand me, which was obviously for two reasons. One I could fix easily. The second would be more difficult. She’d tried to tell me that she couldn’t leave, but I’d found out as much as I could about her that morning, which was very little. At least I’d learned about the teacher workday.

Now another round of filthy thoughts was replacing anything rational. However, what she’d said in the classroom had bothered the hell out of me. Where had all the money gone that I’d helped build over the last two years? Wasn’t Harry Carver High exactly the kind of school that could benefit most from the millions in funding?

Since I was on the board of directors, I made a mental note to request the latest financials. I couldn’t remember the last time they’d been offered but they hadn’t been made available for the last meeting two months before. I knew better. For God’s sake, I went over the financials for my club with a fine-tooth comb. What was wrong with me?

Exhaling, the close proximity was keeping my cock at full attention. All she needed to do was look down at my lap and she’d probably try to escape the vehicle. However, ignoring what I wanted would be difficult to control.

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