Mr. Ellis wants you.
It can’t be contained any longer. I scream out in victory and let the bubbles keep my secret close.
Theodore
“How was your day?”
Beth’s question comes out muffled, suffocated under the flow of my pulsing heartbeat. I can’t make sense of her words when my mind is occupied by a certain strong-willed, vibrant, sexy young woman.
I don’t know what came over me in my office. One minute, I was staring at a framed photo of Beth and me on our wedding day. Happiness wasn’t a strong enough word to express the joy we, orI, felt at finally being married. We were smiling. We werein love. I glared at our beaming faces, wondering where it all went wrong.
The next thing I knew, Scarlett was storming into my office, face turned down into a vicious scowl. Her mouth was moving, and I responded on autopilot, barely comprehending what I was even saying. Whatever it was, appeared to piss her off more. I could tell by the way her cheeks burned a crimson red.
She came around my desk, I’m assuming to rip me a new asshole, but all I could feel was her passion.
And it made me fucking feral.
Her lips were all I could feel. They molded to fit me as if they have always been mine.
Her scent of sweet vanilla and sinful cherries suddenly made sense. It was a balance of her, pure and seductive.
Innocent and wicked.
She was hesitant at first, pushing me away so she could collect her bearings. Unknowingly, her pointed nail stabbed the center of my heart while her wide, gemstone eyes searched mine.
She was looking for a reason, until she realized she didn’t need one.
Scarlett Dane consumed my tongue the same way she devours my thoughts, wholly, skillfully,mercilessly. I felt her skin once before, the brief moment in the classroom when I let my palm rest on her knee. That was nothing compared to sucking her swollen tit into my mouth, lapping at her hardened nub through her lacy pink bra while her nails dug into the trembling muscles in my back.
I felt her wet heat rubbing against my aching shaft. I watched her hips effortlessly grinding to find friction, smearing traces of her arousal on the outside of my jeans, and fought the animalistic urge to rip those tight black pants off her curved hips and force her dripping cunt to ride my face.
I wanted to drown in her juices until her scent lingered in my office and on my pores to never be forgotten.
Who knows how far we would’ve gotten if Mrs. Brown hadn’t interrupted. A portion of me didn’t give a shit. I should’ve eaten that little pussy right there on my desk without concern about what anyone could hear.
But the other half, the bigger part of me, knew what would happen if anyone found out what I just did. I wouldn’t be arrested since, technically, Scarlett is of consenting age, but I would be fired instantly, and ostracized by the community as well as my family.
A stain like that would ruin my life.
Those thoughts were clouding my head when Scarlett suddenly shot up from my desk and flounced out the door.
I didn’t rush after her, in case Mrs. Brown was stalking the hall, but hindsight is an ugly bitch.
I should have chased after her and made sure she was okay before pleading with her to not get me fired.
But she left angry, and angry women are dangerous.
“Theodore?”
“Huh?” I ask, shaking away the budding anxiety while bringing myself back to the present.
“I asked how your day was? Anything wild happen?”
I cheated on you.
I kissed my student.
Iwantmy student.
