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It took all I had not to follow her.

Instead I dragged myself away to my own bedroom. I have no idea how I did it.

Moreover, I had no earthly clue how I could possibly resist next time.

Every encounter between us was building the tension until I knew it was only a matter of time before I snapped.

I calculated the days to her graduation. It wasn’t looking good.

She was pulling me in, deeper by the touch, captured more with every sensation. And we hadn’t even fucked.

The problem was that what she was making me feel was more than physical. This wasn’t just about hot sex.

More substantial things were building the fire inside me.

Physical touch might be the kindling, but emotion was the spark.

The next day at school I was rifling through the supply closet nearest my classroom. It was during fourth period, my free class.

I don’t know how she knew I was there just then, or what the fuck she was doing out of class.

Also, the second I saw her, I couldn’t even remember what I’d been looking for.

The instant our eyes met, it felt like a planned assignation. I couldn’t have defended it to save my life, because I didn’t even hesitate.

She stepped inside, I shut the door, locked it, and I pinned her against it.

I took her mouth roughly.

Kissing her was drugging. I couldn’t get enough of it. If nothing else was on the table, in some strange way I thought I could be content with that alone.

Of course my dick didn’t agree, and everything was on the table, as she was more than happy to remind me every day.

I had her ass in my hands, my hard-on trying to nail her to the heavy wooden door, stamping my frustration against her soft body in dry, hard humps.

“You’re going to fuck up my whole life, aren’t you, pet?” I rasped out.

I didn’t let her answer, taking her mouth before she could.

Her legs were wrapped around my waist, and I straightened, holding her to me by the hips, thrusting against her, showing her just how I would fuck her standing up.

I was about a second away from coming when I tore my mouth away from hers.

“We have to stop,” I panted. “We can’t do this here.

“Where then?”

“We need to settle this at home, so I don’t take it out on you at school.”

“Now?” she sounded hopeful.

“After school.” It was torture to say it, torture to think I had to wait that many hours. “After school,” I repeated more firmly this time, “go straight home and wait for me.”

CHAPTER NINE

NOVA

I barely made it through the rest of my classes.