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We did it with Lainey riding me fast and dirty while I teased and toyed with those highly sensitive pink nipples. We screwed standing up in the shower with my knees bent low and Lainey’s hands gripping my ass—there are few things in life hotter than the sight of a slicked, soapy Lainey Burrows. Our last round was over the side of the bed, with her hands braced on the mattress, while I pounded into her from behind—that was a particular favorite for us both.
We had to be quiet, because of the teenager in the house, but not too quiet—because Jason was awesome enough to pick the bedroom farthest from the master suite. I think I’m going to buy him a present for that.
Anyway, Monday morning I get to the school an hour early to catch up on some paperwork that Lainey’s sweet pussy distracted me from doing over the weekend. I grade papers at my desk for a while, then stand up and start writing out the problems I’ll go over with the class today on the board.
I hear the door open and glance over my shoulder to see Kelly coming through it, closing it behind her.
“Hey, Kel, what’s up?” I ask, my eyes back on the board.
“I want you to fuck me until I feel better.”
My hand freezes mid-pi symbol. Cause there’s no way I heard her right.
“What?”
And then I turn around. Kelly’s black turtleneck dress is already on the floor, and she’s standing in front of me in a very sheer black bra and matching panties.
“Whoa!” I hold up my hand. “What the hell are you doing?”
Her big blue eyes meet mine, and that’s when I see hers are wet—swimming with tears and pain.
“Richard left me.”
“What?”
A tear streaks down her pale cheek. I’ve known Kelly since we were fourteen and this is the first time I’ve seen her cry about anything ever.
“He was cheating on me. With his secretary. How clichéd is that?” Her face crumples. “And she’s not even pretty.”
“Ah, shit.”
“Can you believe it? He cheated on me! On me!” She runs her hand across her body. “I mean, look at me! I could’ve done so much better than him. I could’ve married a CFO or an NFL player—or all kinds of other letters! But I married down so I wouldn’t have to deal with this bullshit and now he wants a divorce.”
“I’m sorry, Kelly.”
And I am.
On the outside, Kelly may not seem like the best person, but when you’ve known someone as long as I’ve known her, you see what’s underneath and deep down. You feel it, not always in what they say or do, but in who they are. Anyone who spends five minutes in Kelly’s class—watches her with her students—will have no doubt that she’s a good person. Certainly good enough to not deserve getting fucked around on.
“I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t want your sorry, Dean . . . I want your dick. In the good old days, it always made me feel better.”
“Kelly—”
But she’s already on the move—springing forward, faster than Lucifer ever moved—wrapping her arms around my neck, cementing her body to mine, kissing my jaw frantically, heading straight for my lips.
I grip her arms, peeling her back gently.
“Kel, Kelly—stop.”
She rolls her eyes, like she thinks I’m playing—teasing her.
“Come on, Dean. This room used to be Miss Everstein’s English class—you always said you used to daydream about banging me on her desk. Now’s your chance to make that dream come true.” She lifts up on her toes, going for my lips again. “No one has to know—it’s just us.”
I jerk my head to the side, out of range.
“I’ll know. And I can’t. It’s different now. I’m different—everything’s different.”
There was a time I thought Kelly Simmons was the perfect girl—and she’s beautiful don’t get me wrong. But there’s only one woman who’s perfect to me now.
She happens to have a stomach the size of a basketball at the moment, and that’s perfect too. She’s got a smile that owns me and a laugh that takes my breath away and everything about her makes me happy and horny and so fucking content.
Lainey’s the only girl I want to screw on Miss Everstein’s desk. The only woman I want, period.
I straighten my arms and step back out of Kelly’s reach. Her eyes dim with confusion and her mouth puffs into a pouty bow. This is the first time I’ve turned her down . . . and it’s not even hard.
“It’s because of that girl you’re with?”
“Lainey. Yeah.”
Kelly wraps her arms across her bare stomach.
“You’re really into her, huh?”
I tell her the truth—and that’s easy too.
“I really am. I won’t screw it up, not for anything.”
She nods, jerkily, looking toward the windows and tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’m happy for you, Dean. It’s like the end of an era, but I’m happy for you. She’s a lucky girl.”
