“You just told me you couldn’t see me anymore, sweetheart. I get it.” I shrug my shoulders as she straightens her spine. “No hard feelings.”
“This isn’t an easy thing for me.”
“I never said it was.”
Her nostrils flare, alluding that she’s getting frustrated, and it’s fucking adorable. “I don’t do things like that. I’m ateacherfor God’s sake.”
My eyes aimlessly fall down her body. One that rode the shit out of me last week and took my cock like she was training for it.
Best Cock Rider ever.
“I noticed, Sienna,” I acknowledge, finding that small sliver of skin that peeks from her baby pink tee. “You should be thankful you don’t teach high school.” A broken chuckle forms and breaks free from her lips, and I flick my gaze up to find her hand covering her mouth. “What?”
“That’s disgusting and vile and completely?—”
“True,” I input immediately. “Do you know how hard it would be to concentrate in your class and not sport a boner around, Sienna?”
She blushes, biting on the tip of her thumb and forcing my brain to start thinking that we better go.
Yet, my feet don’t move.
I remain grounded in my spot. To this beautiful woman who doesn’t comprehend how absolutely stunning she is. Add on that she’s a teacher, and my cock begins to bulge in my pants.
Go, Micah.
“Hard,” I answer for her. “And I gotta go.”
She swallows, bowing her head a bit, and I prefer it that way. If she speaks anymore, I’ll never leave. I’ll by no means abide by her wishes and attempt to convince her to change her mind.
But, again, the asshole thing to do.
I begin to pivot when her voice stops me on the spot.
“Micah?” I crane my head to look back at her, a vision I’m not going to be forgetting any time soon. A step of maturity and severe self-restraint that I didn’t even know existed within me. “You should have dinner with me…since you’re already here.”
So fucking tempting…
“Wish I could, sweetheart…but I’m trying to respect your wishes here, and I really don’t want to eat food just yet.”
“Maybe…after the school year—” I shake my head, balling my hands into fists at my side to hold on to my composure.
“I don’t want to be that guy. I don’t want you to wait for me. I don’t—listen, Sienna, I admire the shit out of you. Way past you…what happened between us. You’re my son’s teacher, and there isn’t another job that I would want anylessthan what you are.”
She smiles, which doesn’t make anything easier.
“Don’t do that.”
Her lips falter a bit. “Do what?”
“Don’t flash that pretty little smile at me and expect me to still walk out this door.”
She runs her palm down her mouth, and it suddenly disappears. “Better?”
No.
I sound like a whiny ass bitch right now, but nothing would be better than her fucking lips on mine right now. “Sure. I’m leaving.”
“Okay.”
