Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“Oh my God,” she gasps, clinging to me and moaning for more as I nudge my head lower. I press into her, sliding my eager, swollen cock just a little inside, and she cries out, clawing at my arms.
“Tell me you want this, baby girl,” I hiss—one final glance over the edge before the fall.
Anastasia leans in to me, undoing my tie and the top few buttons of my dress shirt. She kisses me while she does it, and when she’s done, she pulls away, kissing her way to my jaw.
“I want you to fuck me, Professor Bard,” she all but whispers, her voice breathless and her eyes wild as they lock onto me.
“I want you to fuck me exactly how you want to.”
I groan, my lips searing to hers.
“Good girl,” I growl, teasing her clit. And I’m about to slide right into that pure, slick heaven between her legs, when I suddenly hear the sound footsteps coming down the hall.
Our eyes dart to one another, and her face pales. The footsteps grow louder, and when they stop right outside my classroom door, I swear under my breath.
“Anastasia—”
It happens so fast that I barely even register it. Anastasia gasps, darting under my damn desk just as I manage to drop to my chair and wheel it in close to the desk with my legs under it just before the door swings wide open.
5
Anastasia
“Oliver! You’re here late.”
My heart is racing, and there’s a ringing in my ears, but I can still recognize the woman’s voice as she enters the room as belonging to Vice Principle Lyne. Adrenaline and fear and this rushing sensation flood my body as I sit there under Oliver’s desk on my knees—my shirt wide open, my skirt pulled up, and my panties… somewhere?
I cringe, hoping to God they’re not sitting on his freaking desk or something. On the plus side, his desk has a front to it, which means I’m totally hidden beneath it. The other plus is that his thick cock is still out, throbbing and rock hard as it juts from his lap under the desk, barely a foot from me. I bite my lip, watching the little trickle of white precum leak from his swollen head to run down his shaft.
“Detention,” Professor Bard says gruffly, clearing his throat. “It just let out, actually.”
Vice Principle Lyne laughs this forced-sounding, but musical laugh.
“Ahh yes, your famous midnight detention.”
She giggles, and I can imagine those perfect white teeth of hers flashing from behind perfectly painted, full lips. Winchester’s Vice Principle is in her early thirties, and is totally and utterly gorgeous, in that kind of James Bond villainess way—dark, long tumbling locks of hair. Perfectly smoky blue eyes, perfect teeth, perfect tits, a butt half the girls on the cheer squad would commit murder for. And despite being frosty as fuck and a permanent ice-queen of a bitch, at least two-thirds of the guys at Winchester lust over her, daily.
She laughs again, and I hear her walk over to Oliver’s desk.
“It’s so old-school of you, Oliver.”
Professor Bard laughs a thin laugh. “Well, what can I say, I’m an old-school guy.”
“Such a task-master,” Ms. Lyne purrs out with a flirty giggle. My jaw sets, and my eyes suddenly narrow.
“I have to say, I love a man who can lay down the law and keep a firm grip on things.”
My jaw drops. Is she fucking flirting with him?
The thought burns through my mind, making me see red.
“Anything I can help you with, Kelly?” Oliver says evenly, ignoring her flirty comment.
“Oh, I just saw your light on and wanted to come check in on my favorite new teacher before I left. But, since I have you…” Ms. Lyne giggles. “What do you think?”
“Of?”
She laughs again, and I hear the small creek of her sitting on the side of his desk. Oliver’s body stiffens. Considering his cock is out, that he’s got a half-naked senior under his desk, and that his boss is sitting right in front of him, I don’t blame him.
“Of my outfit!”
I scowl as I hear her stand again, and under the thin space between the bottom of the desk and the floor, I see her spotless running shoes dance in a little circle as she gives a little twirl.
Oliver clears his throat. “It’s great, Kelly.”
“Thanks! They just opened a twenty-four-hour gym in my building, so I’m going to start getting a workout in before bed every night. Top isn’t too tight, is it?”
I can practically hear her claws sliding out and into him, and my lips pull back in a snarl as I see red. She’s certainly flirting, hard, and with what’s mine.
Screw that.
I know it’s insane, and pushing it way too far considering what would happen if she realized what all was hiding under the desk. But, the more she shamelessly flirts with him, the more I feel this possessive, fierce ownership of him. It’s like we’re animals out on the Savannah, and I need to mark what’s mine. I reach out, and when my fingers slide over his still-hard cock, Oliver groans, loudly.