Page 101 of Meant to be Mine

“I want you,” he murmured against my neck. “Right here. Right now.”

“Yeah, I figured that out.”

He dropped to his knees in front of me, reaching up to pull at my panties. I held myself up while he pulled them down. He kissed the inside of my thighs and then higher. His tongue found my center. My hands gripped the edge of the desk. I gasped as his tongue worked magic between my thighs. My head fell back as pleasure built and built. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he lapped at me.

The door burst open.

“Drew, I forgot my⁠—”

I jerked upright so fast I nearly kneed him in the face. Drew scrambled backward, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. My heart stopped completely.

Edith stood in the doorway, her face frozen in an expression of absolute horror. Her eyes were fixed on a point somewhere above my head, deliberately not looking at us directly. But she’d seen enough. She’d seen way more than enough.

“I—” she started, her voice tight. “I came back for my notebook.”

I grabbed frantically at my shirt, trying to cover myself even though I was technically still dressed from the waist up. My slacks were pooled on the floor. My panties were God knows where. Drew was on his knees in front of me with his hair disheveled and guilt written all over his face.

There was no explaining this away.

“Edith, don’t you know how to fucking knock?” Drew asked, thunder in his eyes now.

“Don’t.” She held up one hand, still not looking at us. Her gaze swept over to the sitting area until she spotted the notebook near the edge. She crossed the room with quick, angry steps, snatched it up, and clutched it against her chest like a shield. “This is completely unacceptable. Completely.”

“Edith, this is my office,” Drew said. “Don’t barge in here without announcing yourself, and you won’t see anything you don’t want to see.”

“Don’t blame this on me.” She looked at Drew, her back rigid with fury and disgust. “I don’t care what you two do on your own time, but this is a place of business. This is inappropriate and unprofessional, no matter what time of day it’s happening.”

She walked out, shaking her head, and slammed the door behind her.

I stared at the closed door, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. My back teeth throbbed in time with it. Drew was still on his knees, looking up at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Shock. Guilt. Maybe a little bit of panic.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

I slid off the desk, my legs shaking. “Oh my God. Oh my God.” I spotted my panties under the chair and grabbed them, pulling them on with trembling hands. “She saw us. Edith saw us. How humiliating.”

“She didn’t see anything,” Drew said, standing up and running both hands through his hair. “Not really. The angle. My head. We’re fine.”

“We’re not fine.” My voice came out higher than I intended. I found my slacks and yanked them on, fumbling with the zipper. “Drew, she walked in on us while you were—while we were—” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. My face burned with embarrassment.

He grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. “I know. It’s bad. But we’ll figure it out.”

“Figure it out?” I pulled away from him, panic clawing at my chest. “She’s going to tell people. She’s going to tell everyone. I’m a schoolteacher, Drew. I can’t be caught fooling around in public.”

“It wasn’t really public⁠—”

“It wasn’t private,” I said. “I know I’m not at school or on the clock, but I have a code of conduct I have to follow. They fired a teacher last year who got caught in the men’s room at a Yankees game. She was on her knees, and not because she lost a contact lens. Someone took a picture and posted it. Students saw her. They recognized her. It was a whole thing!”

“Edith won’t tell anyone.” Drew shook his head.

I was pacing now, unable to stand still. My whole body felt like it was vibrating with anxiety. “She was so angry. Did you see her face? She thinks we’re disgusting.”

“Stop.” Drew caught my arm, pulling me to a halt. “Kensey, you’re spiraling.”

“Of course I’m spiraling!” Tears burned at the back of my eyes. I blinked them away furiously. “This is a disaster. What if she makes a formal complaint? What if she goes to HR or your family? What if this gets back to my parents?”

The thought of my parents finding out made me feel physically ill. What would they think if they knew their daughter was fooling around with me in my office?

Drew’s jaw tightened. “I’ll talk to her.”