I swallow, trying desperately to wet my parched throat. “Well, she should keep it in her pants at school.”
His hands continue to rest on my hips until he drags one up, using his fingers to brush over the bare skin of my arm, sending a shiver through my body. Only I'm not cold. I’m very, very hot. And I know the asshole knows it when he pulls back so I can see his eyes glimmering with triumph.
It’s so fun for him to fuck with me.
“Candice is harmless.”
Ugh, Candice. Fits her bubblegum princess persona. I don’t want to embarrass myself any more, so I step away from him. “Well, have a good day, Mr. Sterling.”
I feel my own victory when his full lips part slightly and his throat bobs hungrily. He looks like he’ll lunge at me, but he just gives a curt nod.
I take that as my cue to leave.
This magnetic pull toward him hasn’t lessened in the slightest, and some days I feel helpless against it.
Today was definitely one of those days.
Mr. Sterling.
Why the fuck can’t I get that out of my head today? Everyone at school calls me “Mr. Sterling”, but when Viv said it, Jesus fucking Christ, I almost had to meet all my new students and their parents with a hard-on.
That would have been just fucking great.
Thankfully, the old trick of thinking about nasty shit did the trick in time and no charges had to be filed.
I have to stop thinking about her.
The first day of school went well, and I actually had a lot of fun. Who knew work could be fun? After dodging Ms. Bowen’s invite to dinner, using my nephew as an excuse, I brought Baz home.
We hung out till Viv got home from work. Lola brought dinner home, and then everyone parted ways for the night.
But I can’t stop thinking about her.
I go down the hall to the indoor gym at Lola’s and take a round with the punching bag, hoping to get rid of some tension.
When I'm sweaty and spent, it’s then I realize only one thing will get rid of the tension from my body, and it isn’t in here. My eyes narrow at the door that I can’t see through, of course, but it doesn't matter. I know what’s out there and just down the hall. Viv’s room.
“Not an option, motherfucker.”
I punch the bag again. I touched her today. I fucking teased her. Because I wanted nothing more than to throw her on my desk and fuck the shit out of her on the first day of my new job. At a fucking elementary school.
And I didn’t seem to care I would, no doubt, be fired.
I kneel on the floor, panting and out of breath from my workout. And my own stupidity.
I would gladly let her ruin my life all over again.
I hear the door open, and I know who it is before I turn to face her.
Fuck!
“Asher?”
“No,” I groan because it’s clear she refuses to stay the fuck away from me too.
The door closes, and I feel her behind me. “Are you okay?”
I stand up and spin to face her, frustrated and angry that she’s in here under the guise of checking on me. “I’m fine. What are you doing?”
She’s taken aback by my bristling tone, but I don’t care. “I . . . umm . . .”
I shake my head, my body creeping close as she edges backward nervously, her chest rising and falling, but she’s not scared. “I know exactly what you’re doing.”
Her chin tilts up as she challenges me. “Oh really?”
“Yeah . . .” I fuck up, yet again, and let my hand drag over her bare arm. She’s only wearing a pink tank top and pajama shorts. When my hand comes in contact with her soft skin, I know without a doubt, I'm fucked. I’m too pent-up from today. “You’re here because when you left the school today, your panties were so fucking wet you had to come back here and change before work.”
She gasps, her eyes widening, but I’m right. Her cheeks blush, and she can’t even argue with me. “Who knew I had a teacher fetish.”
I lean in, my lips brushing over her ear like they did this morning. “Is it the profession or the man?”
“Asher . . .” She’s breathless, begging me to touch her more, and I shouldn’t.
I should have just had dinner with Candice. Although I don’t want to be the school playboy. I don’t need drama in the place I work.
“I’m so fucking angry with you.” It’s the most honest thing I can say to her, and her head nods before she speaks.
“I know.”
“I don’t want to want you.”
“You think I want to want you?” She sounds as frustrated with herself as I am.
“But you do?” I pull back enough to look into her eyes, one hand pinned against the wall next to her head. “Want me?”
I watch her eyes as she closes them, seemingly in pain, and then opens them again. “My body does. I can’t deny that.”
I study her, looking for a crack in her armor. “I fell for that once.”
“I'm wiser now.” My free hand slides under her tank top and brushes over her lower stomach that trembles with my touch.
My lips drift over hers. “I don’t believe you.”
I watch her eyelids flutter and can hear her rapid breathing, my own body betrays me as my dick starts to harden being so close to her. “I don’t care if you do.”
“I don’t want a relationship.”
“I know that.”
“I don’t even like you anymore. In fact, I pretty much fucking hate you.”
She leans in even closer, letting her soft lips touch mine as she speaks against them. “The feeling is mutual.” She nips on my bottom lip, pulling a growl from my throat as my hands grip her hips and I try to focus on what I know I should do.
I need to push her away.
“Asher . . .” Her voice is raspy as her hand slides over my bare stomach and each sweaty ridge.
A memory forms in my mind. “I’m sweaty.”
I can feel her smile against my lips as we go back to the past and a very similar conversation. “So, make me sweaty to match.”
And she’s still fucking trouble for me. But I grab the hem of her tank top, ripping it off. I'm fucking elated when I see she’s not wearing a bra. “It’s nice to see your tits without Sawyer’s hands over them.”
She rolls her eyes and leans her head back against the wall. “If you need to think about Sawyer to get your dick hard, that’s fine with me.”
I take her hand in mine and place it over the bulge in my shorts. “He had no part in this.”
She groans, letting her tongue drag over my neck as she palms my hard cock. “Then stop talking about him.”
I dip my head for my tongue to drag over her already hardened nipple, teasing it before I pull with my teeth enough to elicit a pained moan that’s also full of pleasure.
“Asher.” She drags my name out, her hand sinking into my shorts and briefs to grasp my cock, stroking me with familiarity.
“This is a bad idea.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she’s too far gone to care as her thumb swirls over the tip of my dick, making me suck in a harsh breath, but the next thing out of her mouth is what truly sends me over the edge, “Mr. Sterling.” I’m a goner, and now I'm the one who’s past giving a damn. My lips crash against hers, and her mouth opens instantly for me, wanting the war my tongue offers.