hold of his hair when his lips closed around my nipple.
Grayson was driving me crazy.
His fingers filled me, and my pussy tightened and pulsed around them. My whole body bowed off the seat, and I couldn’t help the scream that left me as my body tensed and my orgasm hit.
I’d been wrong, I thought as he raised his head.
He didn’t have the ability to calm me…
Grayson had the ability to make me forget.
Chapter Twelve
Past…
I drove Addison home that night in complete silence. I didn’t know what to say. What the hell had I been thinking, touching her?
Now here it was, Monday morning, and I was standing in my classroom waiting for the fucking police to drag me away. Well, I’d been waiting for that all weekend if I was honest with myself.
The bell had just rung, and I was staring up at the clock on the wall, the loud— tick, tick, tock —reminding me of Addison as it signaled the day had begun.
The door slammed opened, jarring me from my thoughts. In walked Brandon, closely followed by the woman… no , the girl I’d had my fingers inside of this past weekend.
She glanced my way, and I could feel the heat rising up under the collar of my shirt. This was fucking insanity. I was going to either have an anxiety attack or a heart attack if she came any closer.
Luckily, Addison seemed to understand that was not going to help in this situation. Instead, she followed her boyfriend down to where they usually sat.
I gripped my tie and loosened it, hoping it would help me breathe easier, but it didn’t help at all. All I kept hearing was— I thought about them inside me. Fucking me— and all I could see was my whole world spinning out of control.
One night. One hasty decision, and I’d gone to her—just as she’d asked.
What else would I have done had she asked?
Trying to pull myself together, I made my way to the door and closed it after the final student meandered inside. It gave me the perfect excuse to stop looking at her. To cease my inspection of the navy blue skirt she was wearing and the stretchy white tank top that didn’t hide anything from curious or, in my case, greedy eyes.
Her legs, those long, lean legs that had propelled her over the hurdles just last Friday, were now crossed under her desk—and I hated that all I could think about was getting back between them.
* * *
I couldn’t stop watching him. I was trying my best to listen to Brandon, but all I could concentrate on was Grayson. He was wearing jeans that reminded me of the ones he’d worn Saturday night...
God , just thinking about that night made me hot. The way he’d kissed me and the way his fingers had moved inside me. I still couldn’t believe it’d really happened, but I knew it had. I could tell by the way he was acting.
It wasn’t obvious in the sense that he was ogling me. In fact, it was just the opposite. He wouldn’t look at me at all, and when I did catch him, he always turned away.
When I replayed that night, I kept coming back to the same conclusion—with Grayson, my mind was at peace. What I’d started to believe was madness had disappeared.
“Okay, guys, let’s open your books to chapter five,” he told the class from behind his desk.
“Last week, I told you we would be starting the term with King Henry’s wives, and we read about Catherine of Aragon. Funny thing is, what most people remember about their marriage is that King Henry divorced her.”
“What a great way to go down in history,” Jessica spoke up from the seat in front of me.
“Better than being the one whose head he chopped off.”
My voice cut through the room and Jessica swiveled in her chair to face me, along with the rest of the class and Mr. McKendrick—I suppose that’s who he was in here .
“Whose head did he chop off?” Jessica asked, horrified.
I didn’t move other than to raise my eyes to my teacher.
“Anne Boleyn’s.”
Jessica spun back around to face the front of the room, as
Grayson was driving me crazy.
His fingers filled me, and my pussy tightened and pulsed around them. My whole body bowed off the seat, and I couldn’t help the scream that left me as my body tensed and my orgasm hit.
I’d been wrong, I thought as he raised his head.
He didn’t have the ability to calm me…
Grayson had the ability to make me forget.
Chapter Twelve
Past…
I drove Addison home that night in complete silence. I didn’t know what to say. What the hell had I been thinking, touching her?
Now here it was, Monday morning, and I was standing in my classroom waiting for the fucking police to drag me away. Well, I’d been waiting for that all weekend if I was honest with myself.
The bell had just rung, and I was staring up at the clock on the wall, the loud— tick, tick, tock —reminding me of Addison as it signaled the day had begun.
The door slammed opened, jarring me from my thoughts. In walked Brandon, closely followed by the woman… no , the girl I’d had my fingers inside of this past weekend.
She glanced my way, and I could feel the heat rising up under the collar of my shirt. This was fucking insanity. I was going to either have an anxiety attack or a heart attack if she came any closer.
Luckily, Addison seemed to understand that was not going to help in this situation. Instead, she followed her boyfriend down to where they usually sat.
I gripped my tie and loosened it, hoping it would help me breathe easier, but it didn’t help at all. All I kept hearing was— I thought about them inside me. Fucking me— and all I could see was my whole world spinning out of control.
One night. One hasty decision, and I’d gone to her—just as she’d asked.
What else would I have done had she asked?
Trying to pull myself together, I made my way to the door and closed it after the final student meandered inside. It gave me the perfect excuse to stop looking at her. To cease my inspection of the navy blue skirt she was wearing and the stretchy white tank top that didn’t hide anything from curious or, in my case, greedy eyes.
Her legs, those long, lean legs that had propelled her over the hurdles just last Friday, were now crossed under her desk—and I hated that all I could think about was getting back between them.
* * *
I couldn’t stop watching him. I was trying my best to listen to Brandon, but all I could concentrate on was Grayson. He was wearing jeans that reminded me of the ones he’d worn Saturday night...
God , just thinking about that night made me hot. The way he’d kissed me and the way his fingers had moved inside me. I still couldn’t believe it’d really happened, but I knew it had. I could tell by the way he was acting.
It wasn’t obvious in the sense that he was ogling me. In fact, it was just the opposite. He wouldn’t look at me at all, and when I did catch him, he always turned away.
When I replayed that night, I kept coming back to the same conclusion—with Grayson, my mind was at peace. What I’d started to believe was madness had disappeared.
“Okay, guys, let’s open your books to chapter five,” he told the class from behind his desk.
“Last week, I told you we would be starting the term with King Henry’s wives, and we read about Catherine of Aragon. Funny thing is, what most people remember about their marriage is that King Henry divorced her.”
“What a great way to go down in history,” Jessica spoke up from the seat in front of me.
“Better than being the one whose head he chopped off.”
My voice cut through the room and Jessica swiveled in her chair to face me, along with the rest of the class and Mr. McKendrick—I suppose that’s who he was in here .
“Whose head did he chop off?” Jessica asked, horrified.
I didn’t move other than to raise my eyes to my teacher.
“Anne Boleyn’s.”
Jessica spun back around to face the front of the room, as
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