“Ellianna!”
I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. Huffing out a heavy exhale, I shooed them away. “Fine. You may go. I need to speak with the judge.”
Everyone but the girl in the front row jumped to their feet in a rush to clear out as quickly as possible. They could all feel his tension. All of them except apparently Nevaeh Stevenson.
She was the youngest and smartest student I’d ever had. I loved her brain, and the way the occasional random thought would pop out of her mouth was endearing. And she didn’t care in the slightest that some of the other students looked at her like she had three heads.
At times, I wasn’t sure if they reacted to her because of her random word vomit, who her father was, or simply because she was so beautiful, she shouldn’t have been in this realm.
“Will you be okay?” Nevaeh asked quietly when Zachary stomped toward me.
I gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ve got this. You go on. I’m sure Braxton is already waiting outside for you.”
She hesitated, but after a moment, the door opened again. Brax stood there while she gathered her books and backpack.
As soon as the heavy oak slammed behind them, signaling I was alone in the classroom with my seething husband, I crossed my arms over my chest. Mostly to hide that my nipples were so hard they were visible through my bra and top.
“What is the meaning of this?” Zachary demanded, pulling my panties out of his pocket.
I feigned shock. “Where did you get those?”
“Rita dropped off a package for me while I was in court. She said you asked her to deliver it to me after you had lunch with her earlier.”
“How strange.”
He stepped into my personal space, his eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. “You better have panties on under that skirt, wife.”
I lifted my chin defiantly. “And if I don’t?”
His nostrils flared, possessive rage and lust swirling in his dark eyes. “You’re not being a good girl, Elli.”
“I know,” I breathed, licking my suddenly dry lips.
He took another step forward, his hardness brushing over my stomach. I had just a few more weeks left until summer break, and I was still struggling to lose the last bit of baby weight. But Zachary didn’t care. If anything, he loved the new jiggle I had everywhere. I only took four weeks off after having our baby, something my husband had been less than pleased about, but I loved teaching too much. Being a mom was great, and I missed Frankie when I was at work, but she distracted my mom, who spent her days babysitting.
After Miss Lindy passed, it had felt like her grandchild was the only thing that kept my mom going. As soon as I realized how much Mom needed Frankie, I decided to go back to work early and begged her to help me. Maybe she knew what I was doing, but she never let on. Some days were a struggle for me to leave the house.
And then there were days like this…
Jerking up my skirt, Zachary exposed my bare pussy. His tortured groan filled the room. “Why are you doing this to me, Elli?”
My bottom lip pouted out. “Frankie has been keeping us both up all night this week. I just wanted a little uninterrupted attention from my husband…Sir.”
He snaked his hand around my throat, caressing his thumb over the collar I hadn’t taken off since he’d put it back where it belonged. “I fucking love you, Elli.”
“I love you too, Zachary,” I moaned.
“Turn around. Take the spanking you deserve for making me so insane I adjourned court until Monday so I could fuck my wife.”
A delicious shiver went up my spine. Whimpering in anticipation, I turned and waited for the first wonderful sting.
Later, I would be his good girl.
But for now, it felt too good being his brat.