Rewriting History

I press five minutes and walk over to the stereo and switch it on, and then ramp up the heating. I’m swaying to Ed Sheeran when Mom comes through the door. There’s something different about her, but I can’t put my finger on exactly what it is. She almost looks too happy, which sounds ridiculous.

I lean against the counter and place my hand on my hip, eyeing her suspiciously.

“Where have you been, and why are you so happy? Did you work today?” I snort.

She throws her bag on the counter and turns to me as she slips out of her jacket. “None of your business,” she laughs.

“Oh, c’mon, at least tell me where you went,” I whine. What the hell is she getting up to on her days off? I feel bad hassling her about it because I know how hard it is for her with Dad away so much.

“I went to the mo

vies. Is that okay with you?” she teases.

“Depends on what crap you went to see,” I snicker. “Who’d you go with?”

“A girlfriend from work. What’s with all the questions, Jill? Maybe I need to start giving you the third degree when you come home,” she says, her lips twitching into a smile.

That shuts me up.

Chapter Six

Eli

“You’re crazy.” She laughs as I push the door closed.

In the confines of my office, I pull her against me, pressing my lips against hers. God, she’s fucking amazing. I promised I’d stay away from her as much as possible this week, with her midterms, but it’s proving to be harder than I’d thought—and it’s only been a week.

“Crazy about you, maybe,” I mutter, kissing her neck.

She shrieks and tries to duck away from me. I put my finger to her mouth, reminding her to be quiet, though I’m sure the whole school would’ve heard that squeal.

She nods and winces, then presses her lips against mine. She pulls away and smiles, her green eyes darting down toward my erection.

I glance at the door, remembering the way I’d carefully locked it earlier. Maybe I’m paranoid, but I could only imagine the shit I’d be in if someone walked in right now. This could not be explained easily, but I’m already in way over my head. Why stop now?

“Hey.” She smiles, her fingers caressing my face. The sound of her voice brings me back to the present, and once again I’m lost in her beauty. “Where’d you go just then?”

“Thinking,” I admit. “I hate sneaking around. I hate not seeing you.” I laugh. “I hate seeing you and not being able to touch you.”

Her gaze drops and she smiles. “I know. I hate it too. But your career . . . I know how serious what we’re doing is, Eli. I want you to know that. Every single day I have to fight the urge to just run up and kiss you.” She waves her arm. “It’s moments like this that are keeping me going.”

I groan as her hands travel down to my crotch. She has an evil smile on her face and I know where this is headed—no pun intended.

“I have a meeting in ten minutes,” I protest as she begins to unbuckle my pants.

She raises an eyebrow. “As I remember, that’s plenty of time for you.”

“Watch it,” I grumble, my lips twitching at her joke. I sit back against the desk as she tugs my jeans and boxers down. Her fingers curl around my cock and she smiles.

“God, I forgot how big you are,” she whispers.

“Jill, we agreed . . .” My voice trails off.

“. . . to wait until my eighteenth before having sex again.” She shrugs, her eyes narrowing as she sinks to her knees. “You didn’t mention anything about putting your cock in my mouth.”

Oh, God.

I try and block out the voices I can hear coming from the staffroom next door as her lips move up and down my length. She grins at me as I run my fingers through her dark hair. Standing there, watching her do this . . . It’s incredible.