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Jackson’s hands smooth across every inch of my skin beneath my clothes, branding me with his touch. I moan out toward the fluorescent lighting of my classroom, unable to contain my gasps of satisfaction. The cadence of our slapping skin intensifies—our bodies craving the finale.
Every nerve ending is lit on fire, and then I fall—my body convulses with a ripping orgasm that tears through me, leaving me breathless. Jackson’s hips move harder, faster into me as he chases his own release.
“Savannah,” he roars out, causing my insides to clench and hold him tighter as he lets go.
He falls on top of me, sighing my name over and over. His lips lace absent kisses across my face and neck. For a few moments, the only sounds within the room are the humming of the lights and our collective heated breaths. We lie across my desk—motionless save for the rising and falling of our chests—as I wrestle with the uncharted course my actions are sure to take.
Eventually, Jackson stands and disposes of the condom. I shamelessly take him in, absorbing every inch of the man who was just inside me. A cocky grin lights up his face when he notices my perusal.
I swallow hard, quickly shaking my head as I slide off the desk and rearrange my clothing. The realization of what just transpired begins to fill my mind, but it’s impossible to process when my body is still reeling from the event.
Jackson closes the distance between us. Taking my chin between his fingers, he lifts my gaze toward his. “That was even better than I had imagined it would be,” he says, his voice husky and sexy.
“Jackson.” His name is a desperate plea.
He reaches across the desk and grabs my purse. Reaching in, he quickly pulls out my phone and types across the screen before dropping it, allowing it to fall back inside my bag.
“I have to go to work,” he says as he places a quick kiss on my lips. He turns and starts to walk toward the closed exit door before he shoots me a backward glance, a playful smile adorning his face. “Oh, and Savannah…this will be happening again.”
My mouth falls open, but before I can respond, he’s already gone.
Walking around my desk, I plop down into my chair. I scan the room, taking in the bulletin boards of English to Spanish noun translations, verb conjugations, maps of Spanish-speaking countries, and photos of other countries’ cultures. I’m in a real classroom, my classroom—where it’s my job to teach. Yet I just had the best sex of my life atop this desk.
What have I done?
I reach into my purse and pull out my phone. Jackson texted an unfamiliar number, which I know is his.
The text reads:
Meet me tomorrow at 5:00pm behind Old Man Warren’s barn.
I shake my head with a groan and send another text to the same number.
No!
God, doesn’t he know that what we just did can never happen again?
I had a hormone-induced lapse of judgment, a severe one. I’m not going to throw everything I’ve worked for away just for a hot lay, regardless of how mind-blowing it was.
My phone buzzes in my hand with his response.
5:00. Don’t be late.
I said, NO!
I quickly type back.
His response is almost immediate.
See you then.
I toss my cell into my purse with a huff. My eyes fill with unshed tears, my emotions spinning out of control. I don’t know which thought is making me feel worse, the thought of never being with Jackson again or facing the repercussions if I am.
“Are you okay, Savvy?” Maggie asks with a concerned tone, breaking the stare down I have going on with my iced tea.
I look up from my glass. “Yeah.” I smile weakly. “Just tired.”
“You only have three more weeks until you can put this exhausting first year of teaching behind you,” she reassures me.
