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“All right.” I sigh. It kills me to know the things that poor girl had been dealing with while living with her father. Also, the reliving of it each and every time she’ll have to tell her story. “When do you think the trial will be?”
Jackson looks away from me and glances out the window. “Rory…”
“Please tell me the department is recommending his case be brought to trial?”
“Of course we are. But Baucom has no priors. The district attorney will more than likely offer him a plea deal.”
My eyes sting with tears I won’t allow myself to shed as I shake my head in disgust. “The system is bullshit. Piece of crap parents and people like that should have to pay for what they’ve done. These poor kids don’t get a choice. They have to live with it forever.”
“You’re right. It’s fucked up. But she’s safe now.”
“Maybe.”
Jackson gives me a sympathetic look. He’s fully aware of the nightmare tales that leak out regarding kids in the system.
“We won’t know anything for a while. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll screw up somewhere and then a trial can happen.”
“Fingers crossed,” I grumble.
“Hey.” Jackson stands and picks up his chair, placing it beside me. He sits and spins me to face him. “I know it’s hard to compartmentalize this crap. What we see with kids.” Jackson closes his eyes as if he’s trying to block out the images that are flashing in his mind. “It’s something you never get used to.”
My thumb grazes over the stubble of his short beard as I cup his face. He opens his eyes and the emotion behind them is foreign. Jackson, like my father, doesn’t openly share the day-to-day happenings of being a cop. It’s like if any part of their job touches their personal life, it’ll somehow become jaded. It’s almost like living a double life.
“I’m here, you know. If you ever want to talk.”
This isn’t the first time I’ve offered him my ear. Maybe now he’ll finally accept it.
“Right back at ya.” But, just like that, he’s done with this topic, and I see the switch flip inside him. Jackson spreads his legs and pulls my chair closer to him. My knees rest on the insides of his muscular thighs. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about having sex with you in this room?”
“Here?” I ask as he nods. “In this dingy little office of mine?”
“Well, to be honest, there are quite a few locations in this school I’ve envisioned the two of us naked in. Football field, behind the bleachers, locker room, locker room shower—”
“I get the hint.” I smile.
“Right.” Jackson licks his lips as his eyes roll back. “But seeing you sprawled out on this desk, ass up, pants around your ankles, panties pushed off to the side. Watching as my cock moves in and out of your wet—”
My hand is over his mouth before he can finish. “You can’t talk like that here,” I warn him. My cheeks are hot, and I’m squeezing my thighs together tightly. The ache in my core throbs. I can still feel him there after all the times he’s taken me this past week.
Jackson grabs my wrist and moves it away from his mouth. He brings my fingers to his lips and kisses the pad of each one.
“The last thing I want to do right now is talk.”
He leans forward, that hungry, starved look in his eyes. Jackson wants to fuck me on top of my desk, and I’m going to let him. His lips hover over mine, but before they meet, there’s a loud knock on the door, snapping us back into reality.
“That’s a student,” I stumble through my words. My brain, still unable to process any thoughts outside of Jackson and his cock.
“Don’t make me sleep alone again tonight.”
Another knock on the door.
“Just a second!” I yell to my waiting student.
“Rory?”
Little does Jackson know, I already packed everything I need from home. My little duffle bag is in the trunk of my Jeep as we speak.
“I’ll be there when you get home.”
