Bad Teacher

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To:

If you’re just my boss, you shouldn’t be anywhere near this email address right now. Just saying.

And by the way … this is so unprofessional, using business-time for a private engagement.

Can’t you save it for when we’re done with work? Like, call me to come over later?

I sigh, trying to work with him, but I know that once he gets something in his head, he’s going to pursue it, no matter the cost. It’s admirable but also totally inappropriate at times. Like now, for example. He really doesn’t seem to care at all. It’s kind of funny.

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To:

I’m not just your boss, Lesley. I’m both your boss and the guy who makes you go crazy with lust. You don’t have to say no to either. You can have it all. Just saying.

And by the way … I’m done with my tasks for today.

I can’t save it for later. I want you in my office. Now.

For some reason, that actually made my pussy thump. Fucking hell. Sometimes I hate him for it, but I can’t help but feel so goddamn tempted as well. It’s the hormones, clearly. What else could it be? Love? No way. Right?

Still, I can’t help but grin as I type something back.

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To:

Is that a threat? Because if it is, you have to give me an ‘if.’ Otherwise, there are no options for me to consider.

Also, what guarantee do I have that if I come, I’ll be able to finish my work later? Unlike you, I still have some papers to type out.

When I press send, I can already feel the excitement bubble to the surface.

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Option 1: Come here and get fucked. Hard. Includes: Tongue and a bit of nibbling. Excludes: Receiving panties back.

Option 2: Wait and see. Includes: Spanking in the bathroom. Excludes: Sex. Exception: Repent, and TJ will let you receive his cum and will finger you afterward.

Option 3: Nothing. Forever. But you won’t pick this option because you know damn well we’re addicted to each other.

Now come here before I’m forced to drag you away from your desk.

I’m not kidding. One way or another, I will have your panties within the hour. Time’s ticking. Papers will wait. This can be quick … or long and tedious.

Your choice.

Well, fuck me. How am I supposed to say no to that? How does anyone ever say no to that?

I can’t. I just can’t.

Or at least, that’s what I tell myself as I march upstairs, pass Gillian with my head held high, and invite myself into his office without knocking.

I slam the door shut and fold my arms, cocking my head. “You rang?”

He bursts out into laughter. “That could not sound any cornier.”

“You asked for it when you sent me that email.”

His brow lifts. “No, I specifically remember asking for your panties.” He beckons me with just one finger. “C’mon then. Show me.”

I narrow my eyes. “What do I get out of it?”

He licks his lips in such a sexy way that I already feel hot and bothered just by looking at him. Especially when he shifts in his seat and leans back assertively, letting his eyes roam freely over my body like he’s already eye-fucking me.

“Me …”

His husky voice creates goose bumps all over my body.

“C’mere,” he says, nodding at the desk in front of him like he wants me to sit there.

I stride toward him, confident that I can give him what he wants and get my work done later. Like he said … I could have both and no one could find out if we keep quiet.

Raising my dress, I perch myself against the wood right in front of him. His hands reach for my waist, and he gently slides up my dress, exposing my panties. The left side of his lips perk up into a cocky smile. “Like what you see?” I muse.

His tongue dips out again to lick his lips. “Oh, yes …”

The way he says it makes my body greedy … willing.

I part my legs and let him see more.

What I’m wearing is a bright red string with nothing covering my ass. And his greedy hands dive underneath, feeling me up, his fingers digging into my skin as he squeezes. “Perfect,” he murmurs.

He scoots his chair forward and brings his head toward my legs, nudging them aside as he leans in and sniffs … his nose and lips pressed firmly to my pussy. It responds with another thump. Fuck, is it getting hot in here, or what.

“I fucking love how you smell …” He groans against the fabric, and I can feel his teeth bite into it. “Is that wrong?”

“No, just as long as it’s only me,” I muse.

He gazes up from underneath his lashes. “There’s no one I want … no one but you.”

The way he says it, so dominating … It just riles me up.