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Unknown:

Are you saying you’re going to play with yourself for your husband while he watches?

“Yes.” I bite my lip. I can’t believe I just said yes to that. “You don’t even have to show your face if you’re shy, hubby. Just sit back and enjoy.”

Unknown:

Now I’m hubby. You’re treading dangerous waters, my wife.

“So, are we doing this?”

The next message is a phone number. A smile coats my lips.

I’m in.

15

KAYDEN

Maddy’s sitting by her desk in her sexy little teacher outfit—white button-up and gray pencil skirt—her trademark look. Her legs are slightly parted, like she feels an emptiness between them as she grades some papers.

I stalk behind her with a pen in hand and surprise her, leaning on the back of her chair.

“What are you doing here?” She startles. Her manicured brows scrunch to the center of her face.

I let my actions replace my words, my pen dancing along her clothes, from her breasts to her belly, all the way to the bottom of her skirt. She tells me to stop, that we can’t.

Not because it’s wrong. No. Because she feels it too—how right we are.

“Students may catch us.” They may walk in on us.

“Isn’t that the fun part?” I whisper into Maddy’s ear. I catch her hair into a ponytail with my fist, tugging it with a little pressure, just enough to part her lips.

Then, I slide the pen and my hand underneath her skirt, finding her panties and pushing them to the side. I turn her into a moaning mess, rubbing the pen around her clit before inserting it into her wet, yearning cunt.

“Mr. A’gosto?”

“Coach?”

I look up to see Brandon and Ryan, two of my students, in full hockey gear, on the ice in front of me. Brandon is holding onto Ryan, who’s got his shoulder wrapped around him.

Shit. Daydreaming is not my thing, but ever since my little demon’s diary, I can’t stop thinking about her.

Holding the page I found on the bulletin board today isn’t any help. It fuels my desperation to have her.

“What happened?” I put the paper down on the bleachers and make my way to the ice.

“Karl just tripped me with his s—” Brandon’s eyes widen. “Is that a…” He stretches a finger toward me.

“Yep,” Ryan corroborates, blowing his blond hair off his forehead. “That’s definitely a boner.”

“What were you reading, coach?” Brandon wiggles his eyebrows. “Wanna share?”

I press my hands to my front and cover myself. Denial. Denial. Denial, first and foremost.

“I do not have a boner.”

I also wish I weren’t wearing light gray jogging pants that are a size smaller on me today. Never again.