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“No. Not for like a year. I gave up trying to be interested in anyone but you.”
His gaze was intense. I ate it up. He opened his mouth to say something when the classroom door swung open.
I almost jumped away from him, but we weren’t doing anything wrong just then so I stayed where I was, standing a little too close to his sitting figure but nothing scandalous.
Ms. Malone, one of the school’s APs, smiled warmly at Mr. North, raising her brows at my presence.
“Carter. Can you come see me before you leave? Finish what you’re doing. It’s no rush.”
He nodded and she smiled again and left.
She was around his age and attractive enough that I found myself getting insanely jealous right away.
“Are you two fucking?” I asked him point-blank.
He swiveled his chair and gave me his sternest look. I squirmed where I stood. “That’s a crass question. And I don’t date co-workers, so the answer is no. I need to finish this. Go home.”
I was waiting for him when he got home, in my thin T-shirt again.
He was coming into the house through the garage door, and he froze in the doorway when he saw me standing in the kitchen.
His eyes raked over my body. “You’re wearing that shirt again.”
“I haven’t had time to get anything else.”
“And you’re bare underneath,” he added.
It wasn’t quite a question.
My hands went to the hem of my shirt.
“Show me,” he said gruffly.
I hadn’t been expecting that, but I was thrilled nonetheless.
My whole body warmed with pleasure.
I dragged the shirt up slowly, not stopping until it hit my naval.
“You’re completely shaved,” he remarked almost absently. He dragged a hand through his hair, looking a little lost but never taking his eyes away. “Show me the rest,” he said, voice deeper even than normal.
I wasn’t quite sure if he wanted me to open my legs or lift my shirt, but I opted for the latter because it was a little less embarrassing.
I showed him my breasts, and I could tell it got to him. “Anything you want,” I told him, grabbing my own flesh, pinching my nipples between my fingers. “Make a mess of me. Treat me how you treated my bed last night. I want your cum all over me.”
It was overkill, unfortunately. Enough so that it brought him back to his right mind.
He closed his eyes, waving a hand as though to ward me off. “Stop. I’m sorry. Cover up. I’m so sorry.”
I let my shirt drop, thoroughly bummed that he’d stopped there. Still, it was something. A little participation was vastly better than none at all.
He opened his eyes and gave me a very serious look. “I apologize. You’re a beautiful young woman, and I’m sorry I took advantage there. Now, for the love of God, please go cover up.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
CARTER
Against my better judgment and all sense of self-preservation, I sought her out in her room less than an hour later.
