Page 16 of A Novel Seduction

Without another word, Drake captured Evie’s mouth in his, giving her a long, slow, searing kiss. Her lips parted softly, and he found her tongue with his, gracefully massaging it. Evie was so passionate with her kisses—it was like she used them to communicate every single little emotion she felt. He felt all of it too. All the love, desire, and fear that she felt. She had told him his first day here that she wasn’t one of those women who owned her sexuality, but that wasn’t true. She did. She was just incredibly selective with who she showed it off to. And the fact that he was the one she opened up to was not something he was about to take for granted.

He found the hem of her turtleneck and pulled it up, off over her head. Her small, but oh-so-perfect breasts were ensconced in a light pink lace bralette that did little to hide her dusty-pink nipples. Unable to resist any longer, he took her breast in his mouth, sucking on it through the thin fabric. Evie let out a slight gasp, arching her back and grinding her hips into his erection. Her reaction fueled his lust, pushing him to suck harder on her nipple, wanting to drive her as crazy as she was driving him. There was nothing that he wanted more than to make sure she knew that each one of her moans, whimpers, and coos drove him wild.

“Drake,” she said, her voice all breathy.

He growled in response, shifting out from underneath her and letting her topple onto the couch. He needed to taste her. Needed to hear her call his name as she came undone as he lavished her with his tongue. Making quick work of her slacks and panties, he threw them over to his desk chair to get them out of the way. Dipping his head down to her sex, he inhaled slowly, taking in her sweet scent, before giving her a slow, openmouthed kiss exactly where she needed it. She cried out when his mouth met her sex, and the sound traveled straight to his dick. He was almost painfully hard at this point, but he didn’t care. He needed to make sure that Evie got hers first. He continued to nip and suck and kiss at her folds, careful to only lightly tease her clit every now and again, wanting to draw out her pleasure. She writhed underneath his touch, trying to get him to make more direct contact, but he was the one in control right now and he was enjoying teasing her too much.

“Drake…Drake…please, I’m so close…please make me…” she begged.

With her words, he found that swollen bundle of nerves, taking it in his mouth and sucking as hard as he could. Evie let out a muffled scream, covering her own mouth trying to not be heard as she bucked and thrashed from his attention. Drake held her hips in place, not letting up on her clit, making sure to wring every last bit of that orgasm out of her. When she finally came down from the high, she grabbed the sides of his head and pulled him up for a hard, deep kiss.

“Inside me, now,” she murmured, not removing her lips from his. He loved the demanding tone to her voice. It was not one he heard often, but he made a mental note to look into grabbing a book with a strong, in-charge heroine, wondering if it might inspire her.

Drake grabbed a condom from his bag and sheathed himself in record time, not wanting to waste any of this precious alone time in his office. Leaning down to kiss her, he lined himself up with her entrance and slowly pushed inside. They both groaned as he did so, enjoying the sensation of their coming together. He pulled back out slowly, and then thrust back in a little faster, finding the perfect rhythm. They fit together perfectly, and the feel of her tight, wet channel was almost too much for him.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good, baby,” Drake grunted, thrusting into her hard. Reaching down between them, he found her clit with his thumb and started to circle it.

“Fuck, Drake!” Evie screamed, shifting her hips to make more contact with his thumb. She was meeting him thrust for thrust now, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Evie suddenly threw her head back, opening her mouth as if to scream, but no sound came out, as her insides clamped down on Drake’s cock. He let out a long, loud grunt as he felt his own orgasm take over.

Collapsing on top of Evie, he gave her a moment to catch her breath before kissing her again. This was more than just sex to him. He was making love to her, and he wanted his actions to reflect that. Even if they were in his office.

“Hi,” she whispered, lazily dragging her finger up and down his spine.

“Hi, beautiful,” he returned. He opened his mouth to say more, to tell her how special she was, when they heard his door rattle.

Evie went rigid underneath him and her hands flew to her face, trying to hide. Without fully getting off of her, he turned to look at the door to see two of his pitchers through the small window, one holding up his cell phone. He didn’t need to see the third player to know he was there. Drake heard one of them say “oh shit,” followed by three sets of footsteps running away.

8

Evie had never been so embarrassed in her life.

By the time Drake had righted his clothing and taken off after the boys, they were long gone. It didn’t matter how much he assured her that he would talk to them and make sure that whatever they saw wasn’t shared—she felt humiliated. She cried herself to sleep that night and was thankful that Drake had been good enough to just let her cry. It was just one of the many things she loved about him. Yes, loved.

She’d realized it a week or so ago and had been holding back saying it out loud. She knew he cared deeply for her, and he was committed to her. After all, how many guys out there hit up a bookstore weekly to pick out a romance novel? But they had only been together for a couple of months, and she didn’t want to scare him off. Only people in her books fell in love in a matter of weeks.

Now, as she waited on her first period class to file in, she tried not to let her anxiety get to her. Part of her hoped that Drake had found his players first thing and talked sense into them, but part of her knew better. One of them had been holding his phone up, so they must have gotten some kind of picture or video of the two of them in flagrante, and heaven knows it had probably been sent to the whole school within minutes. So it was only a matter of time before the whispers made it to her classroom.

Much to Evie’s shock, it took until fourth period for the subject of her and Drake’s sexcapade to come up. Only, it was not in the way she had expected.

“Miss Staab, can I ask you something?” Katie asked.

“Sure, Katie. What’s going on?”

“Well, Jon said that some of the other guys on the baseball team caught Coach Haskins having sex in his office last night. Jon showed me the picture they got, but all it really shows is Coach’s ass,” she said. “And there is a rumor going around that he was with a student. And since he’s not here today, everyone’s worried he’s been fired. I know you guys are friends, so I thought maybe you would know what was going on. He’s not sleeping with a student, is he?”

Evie’s brain reeled from all the information Katie just gave her. Just one photo? Of Drake’s backside? How was she not in the photo too? A student? How could they think that? And Drake’s not here?

That can’t be right, she thought.

After everything that had happened, she hadn’t wanted to be without him last night. She thought that when it all got out and they lost their jobs over it, certainly he would break up with her—and she just wanted one more night of perfection before that happened. So he’d spent the night at her place, then drove her to school this morning and walked in with her. He gave her a kiss goodbye when he dropped her off at her classroom. He had been here. Did he leave? Where would he have gone?

Her mind shifted to the photo Katie mentioned. She said the photo only showed his backside. He was so much bigger than she was that his body would have blocked hers entirely. Why on earth would they think he was sleeping with a student? She knew there were a few female students who had crushes on him but that he’d done absolutely nothing to encourage that. In fact, he had told her it kind of weirded him out even knowing about those crushes. That wasn’t who he was.

Is that why they thought he wasn’t here? Because he’d been caught with a student? Was he in with Principal Goode being investigated? Of course that is where everyone’s mind went. Drake had replaced Craig Lloyd in the physical education department. It had come out a few days into the school year that he’d spent the better part of the summer sending inappropriate photos to half the girls’ soccer team and most of the cheerleading squad. He’d been let go immediately, and Drake came on staff just a couple of weeks later.

Evie felt sick to her stomach thinking about Drake having to defend himself against the allegations of sleeping with a student. An underage student at that, which would involve more than just the administration and parents. It would involve the police. There was no way that anyone could ever believe that Drake would do something like that. Although, he hadn’t worked here all that long, and other than herself, he hadn’t made a huge effort to get to know many of the other teachers. She’d been so worried about losing her own job that she hadn’t even thought about some of the other possible ramifications of them being caught.