Over her shoulder, I see Gracie frowning. But her eyes aren’t on me; they’re on Rachel. Could it be?
Is she…jealous that Rachel’s talking to me? Jealous of me giving her attention?
“Well, it’s just that…” Rachel starts talking, but her voice fades out into a dull hum as Gracie rises from her desk and straight-legged, bends over to grab her bag, causing her skirt to rise up and expose the cleft of her ass, along with a tiny flash of pink fabric beneath.
And a tiny wet spot…
My gut goes tight. Just an inch or two of moist fabric hiding a treasure.
She’s tempting me. Toying with me. Bringing me to my knees. I nearly bust in my pants.
“Sorry, Rachel, but I have to deal with something.” I brush past her and over to Gracie’s desk. I wanted to postpone thisuntil after the day was done, but it can’t wait. “Gracie, I need to speak with you about your…dress code violation.”
Coyly, she twists her hips and looks down at her skirt as it spins. “Really?” she asks, sounding like a little girl about to be disciplined by her father. “Is it reallythat bad, Mr. Davis?”
She flashes doe-eyes at me, while at the same time puckering her lips. The combination of sexy and innocent finally does it. My cock springs to attention like a warrior’s spear, pressing uncomfortably against the teeth of my zipper.
“Yes, yes, it is,” I growl, backing away. I need to put some distance between us or I’m going to tackle her right here in the classroom. “Come see me in my office, and we’ll discuss your punishment and go over the dress code requirements together.”
She whimpers something to me as I make a quick exit. Something adorable and slightly argumentative, trying to bring out the bad man in me. And I can’t let her.
But fuck me if I don’t want to grab her by the hair and slide my hand up between those thighs. I bet her panties are drenched. Sexy little minx, exposing herself to me like that.
As far as I know, Gracie’s never had a boyfriend. She’s been on dates but never anything serious. And she’s not the type to be out there having one-night stands.
Which means she’s untouched…
The things I could teach her.
I pace quickly through the halls to my office and slam the door behind me. The administration would kill me if they knew, but I keep a bottle of scotch hidden in the cabinet to wind down after a long day. But thanks to Gracie, I need a drinknow.
Breaking one small rule, about to break an even bigger one…
It’s smooth but still burns a bit going down, which is good. For a brief moment, it takes my mind off her curves. Off the forbidden fantasy at play in my mind.
A knock at the door almost makes me choke. “Mr. Davis?” My chest tightens.
Regina! What the hell does she want right now?
“Yes?” I call out, quickly putting the scotch away. The door swings open, and Regina leans in, an over-the-top smile on her face.
“I just had a question about the homework—”
“Can this wait?” I ask as my face goes hot. “I have to…deal with something.”
She’s disappointed but hides it well with an even faker smile. “Sure, Mr. Davis.”
She turns and nearly bumps into Gracie, who strides confidently past her and into my office. It’s subtle, but I catch Regina shoot her the evil eye before turning and walking off down the hall.
I take a deep breath and pull my chair up to my desk, hiding my bulge the best I can. Everything Ishould not dois racing through my mind. I know what the rules are. How I’m supposed to behave. The question is, will I be able to hold out?
“Gracie,” I say, keeping my voice level.
She and her plump lips are like a dream. It takes every ounce of willpower in me not to rake her body with my gaze, from her breasts that are threatening to burst from her shirt to her silky thighs that have me salivating.
I swallow hard and gesture to the seat in front of me. She sits, again crossing her legs, the tiniest hint of a smile on her face.
“What are you doing here, Gracie?”
