“Hey,” Abby said. “What are you doing here? I didn’t think you were able to help.”
Tinker shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I had some time and figured I’d stop by.”
“I wish I’d known—I’d have asked you to grab me a tea on the way. Although, if you’re on your bike, I guess you don’t have cup holders.”
“I’m in one of the TLC cars,” he said. “Next time, I’ll message you first.”
She smiled softly. “Okay.”
He glanced at the clock on the wall over her head. Damn, he needed to go back to the office, but he didn’t want to leave without kissing her. “I need to head back. Do you have a minute before I leave?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Uh, somewhere private?” He tried to make his voice somber.
It must have worked because two frown lines appeared between her brows. “My classroom is close; it should be empty.”
Tinker kept his hands in his pockets as he walked with her down the hall. They entered a large room full of art and fabric. The front half of the room held large easels and shelves full of what he assumed were art supplies. The back half had sewing machines, dummies, and fabric tucked into every nook and cranny.
Abby stopped at her desk and set the papers down. “Is everything okay?”
Tinker stepped close and grabbed the sides of her face before kissing her. He meant it to be somewhat chaste, lips closed. But Abby gasped and her lips parted. Not a lot, but enough for him to take advantage and slide his tongue along her bottom lip. Hers touched his lightly, but that was all it took for him to launch a full-on assault of her mouth.
Before he even knew what he was doing, her ass was on her desk and his hard-on was nestled in the juncture of her thighs.
“Where’s the eraser room?” He nipped along her jaw as her head fell back.
“We don’t have one. Smartboards. No chalk.” Her voice was raspy.
“Where do all the kids go to make out then?”
“No idea. I’ll ask.” Abby wrapped her arms around his head and pulled his mouth back to hers.
Just as he braced a hand on the desk to ease her back, a tone came over the announcement system. They jumped apart as if they’d been caught by a teacher.
“As a reminder, all student clubs and activities need to be supervised by a teacher.”
“Shit.” He ran his hand over his head, flattening his short hair. “I’m sorry.”
“Are you though?” she asked.
He grinned. Busted. “Not really, but that wasn’t what I intended to do.”
Abby straightened her shirt and smoothed it over the waistband of her jeans. “What did you intend?”
“Ask if you wanted to barbecue on Sunday.” He rushed on before she could protest. “I know you said no dates, but it’d be a family thing.”
“I don’t have a grill,” she said slowly.
“While that is a travesty, Graham is having one at Leonidas on Sunday.”
She frowned. “Wouldn’t that make it a work thing?”
“Not with Leonidas. We don’t have a lot of boundaries.”
“Doesn’t that get awkward?”
He nodded. “More than you’d think. Especially with Angie. The woman has zero boundaries.”
