Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
That’s one of the things I hate about Spencer, and one of the reasons why I want to get away. The kids here aren’t the type that I can really help. They already have every resource at their fingertips, yet some are still flunking, completely uninterested in anything academic. I don’t expect Einsteins, but I do expect the students to be somewhat motivated, to at least care about their own futures. But these kids … I guess when your family’s got that much money, it’s hard to see the point of school.
So I toss away the grading I’m doing. The papers land in a messy pile, but I don’t care. My body is restless, and my mind is whirling at a hundred miles an hour. God, when will she get here? The bell rang ten minutes ago, and I’m sitting in the dark classroom like a lion awaiting its prey.
Suddenly, there’s a soft knock and then the door opens quickly. Evie slips inside before quietly shutting the door behind her.
I don’t say anything at first – I just take in her beautiful form, my eyes running appreciatively over every curve, every sensuous S of her body. She’s wearing something sexy today, but then again, she’d look sexy in just about anything. The brunette has a skirt on, knee-length, in a red and blue plaid. A white blouse is tucked into the skirt, highlighting the generous curve of her breasts.
She shoots a quick smile at me.
“Hi, Mr. Phillips,” she greets me, a little shy suddenly. “Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t get away from Math for some reason,” she explains, rolling her eyes.
But I know exactly why.
“You taking trig with Lester Holmes?” I ask, my hackles raised.
The brunette confirms it, nodding.
“Yeah. Mr. Holmes is super nice and always wants to make sure that we understand the concepts. I asked a question during class, and he had me stay late so that he could explain things further and really make sure everything was clear.”
I snort then. Les Holmes is a dirty freak; he'd had his mind on a lot more than just math.
“Listen,” I remark casually, leaning back in my chair. “Be careful around that guy, okay? Les Holmes seems okay on the outside, but you can never really tell.”
Evie cocks her head at me curiously. “What do you mean?”
I just sigh. The little girl really has no idea of how appealing she is – genuine, sweet, and smart, all rolled up in a curvy, sexy package. Nor does she have any idea that guys are dogs. Even guy teachers who are supposed to be mentors and guides.
“All I’m saying is, be sure to look over your shoulder, you know?” I rumble, getting up from my chair. “Don’t let Holmes get you into a classroom alone.”
Evie smiles sassily then.
“The way we are now, Mr. Phillips?” she asks provocatively, jutting a hip out. “I mean, I’m alone in a classroom with you right now. Am I in danger?”
And with that, I’m all over her, taking her mouth in a deep kiss, parting her lips with my own, and inhaling her scent as she sighs.
“Yeah, you’re in a lot of fucking danger,” I rasp, my hands stroking up and down her waist before coming around to weigh her breasts in my palms. I squeeze that delectable flesh. “Because you’re about to get fucked.”
I’d been afraid that my crass words and dirty talk would turn her off, but the little girl’s lashes just flutter as her body goes soft in my arms.
“Am I?” she breathes. “Am I really? Then do it.”
Actions speak louder than words. I maneuver her to the back of the classroom, next to my desk, to where I’d blown up an air mattress. Yeah, it’s not fancy at all. Actually, it’s pretty pathetic, but I’d tried to make it nice. The mattress is covered with a silk sheet, and I’d put some flowers next to it. I had also lit a couple of candles, so that the dark classroom flickers with romantic ambience.
“For me? Oh my.”
I groan against her neck, “Honey, I’m sorry it’s not fancy, but the next time, it will be, I promise. I didn’t want to jump the gun and scare you this time; I wanted to keep you in an environment you know and are familiar with. But at the same time … I can’t wait any longer.”
Evie pulls back for a moment, her eyes big pools of melted chocolate.
“Is there going to be a next time?” she whispers against my mouth, her tongue flickering against mine, tantalizing and teasing.
And I groan again, pulling that curvy body toward me so that it’s flush against my muscled chest, my dick grinding into her tummy.
“You bet there’s going to be a next time,” I growl, pulling her hair a bit so that she arches her neck from the tension, deliciously aroused. “But fuck, let’s just stick with this time, baby girl.”