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Zane
It'sa heady sensation to have the object of your obsession finally in your arms. I don't know how I stopped myself from ravishing her right there in her classroom, but somehow I did.
I'm finding that I'm suddenly able to do a lot of things I didn't previously think myself capable of—and it's all because of her.
Like slitting that fucking prick teacher's throat. Somehow I knew Anne wouldn't be okay with that, so I'd let him off with a warning. One that I'm pleased has scared him shitless. I told him when he saw Anne coming, he better walk the other way from now on, and I saw he obeyed this morning.
Anne doesn't need any other males in her life but me. I'm too territorial and possessive to share her—even with a male friend. Some might call my views insane and archaic, but I can't help it. They're lucky I don't throw her over my shoulder and haul her away with me caveman style. Lock her up and hoard her all to myself like the finest treasure.
I'm stretched tight as a rubber band as I wait outside the school for the bell to ring. My cock is heavy and aching, eager to pick up where we left off.
I have to wait for the trickle of students flooding through the doors to fall off before Anne finally comes through the door herself.
My heart stops when she steps out into the sunlight, the light glinting off her auburn hair, her glasses perched prettily on her pert little nose.
Her eyes meet mine, and I see the same hunger roaring through me reflected in them.
Fuck me, how did I ever get this lucky?
Her heels click across the sidewalk as she hurries over to me. I'm moving toward her too. We're pulled toward one another like opposite ends of a magnet. I don't think we could stop this if we tried.
And then she's throwing herself into my arms, and I'm catching her, instantly smashing my lips down onto hers to taste her.
Sugar. She tastes like pure fucking sugar. Every. Damn. Time.
She gathers her wits before I do, pulling back from me and causing me to growl a sound of protest.
"Not here," she whispers against my lips, her eyes darting around as if checking to see if our blatant display has been overseen by any parents or faculty. I don't really give a fuck if it has, but she's a teacher, and I know she has an image to uphold.
"My place or yours?" I ask her, my breathing ragged, the need raging in me so hard I can hardly see straight.
"Which is closer?" she asks me, her own voice sounding strained. Fuck, it doesn't help me knowing she's just as on edge as I am. It makes me want to mount her right here in the middle of the street, fuck whoever sees.
"Mine," I manage to rasp out before I grab her hand and begin leading her to my apartment that's only a couple of blocks down from hers. I purposefully got the place to be close to her so I could be there in no time if she needed me. As much as I wanted to get one in the same building as her, that would have been too great a temptation. I'd kept her close but not close enough that she would happen to see me.
Neither of us speaks. We're both walking quickly, half panting in anticipation of what's going to happen once we get behind closed doors.
I'm too impatient to wait for the elevator. I stoop and lift her into my arms before hauling her up the stairs.
My hands are shaking by the time I get to my door and place the key in it to open it.
So close. So motherfucking close.
Anne's wispy little breaths are hot and heavy as I open the door, and then I yank her inside and cage her in against the wall, pressing my body flush against hers, needing the contact.
Fuck, she's all softness, and I can't get enough of her. I'm ravishing her mouth as I run my hands all over her, inching up her skirt. I don't even bother unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse. One yank has them popping free.
She gasps at my impatience, and while I'd planned on going slow with her, I can't.
Plus, I suddenly know that this is the way it's meant to be with us.
Hot and fast and furious. It's all she writes about. My girl might not even realize it herself, but she doesn't want it soft and romantic. She needs it hard and real and raw, and that's exactly how I'm going to give it to her.
She's tugging on my shirt, but I stay her hands. "I don't think you're ready to see that yet, honey," I tell her.
She gives me a curious look, but I distract her by taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking on it.
