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I shake my head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
Eva doesn’t allow me time to finish as she pushes forward and pulls my lips back to hers. “You should have,” she murmurs before slipping her tongue into my mouth tentatively.
The kiss is different, innocent, and uncertain as I allow her to lead it, allow her to kiss me at her pace. I softly place my hand on her hips, drawing her closer to me. This moment is perfect, wrapped in her arms, but I can’t stave off the darkness and the need to dominate as I tighten my fingers on her hips and force her to turn around, making her gasp as I hike up her skirt and slide a finger through her soaking wet cunt.
Eva gasps, glancing at me over her shoulder. “Sir?”
A loud knock comes at my office door, breaking through the cloud of insanity that had taken over my mind.
I step back away from her, dropping the hem of her skirt. My finger is still wet from delving inside of her tight virgin pussy.
What the fuck am I doing?
14
EVA
Ibolt upright, my heart hammering so hard it feels like I’m about to go into cardiac arrest.
Oak straightens, returning to his side of the desk and sitting in his chair. “Who is it?” He calls, then mouths to me, “Sit in the chair, Eva.”
I swallow hard and sink into the chair opposite him, feeling my cheeks heat.
“It’s Professor Jameson.”
My stomach dips as I wonder if she heard me moaning the principal’s name.
“Come on in,” Oak calls, barely appearing affected by the fact we almost got caught in a rather uncompromising position.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, remaining rigid as I face forward, pretending to focus on a textbook on Oak’s desk. Ever since we started this fucking lesson, he’s hardly touched this book. All he has done is spank me since the first day and now…
I can hardly think about what we just did and what it means.
“Hi, Oak.” She stops when she sees me. “Oh, I apologize. I thought you were alone.”
Oak shakes his head. “No, I teach Eva discipline in her free periods, since she is new to the school.”
Professor Jameson smiles at me, but there’s an edge to it. “Hi, Eva.”
“Hi, Professor.”
“Shall I come back later, Oak?” She twirls a strand of her strawberry blonde hair through her fingers flirtatiously. “I wanted to discuss arrangements regarding the winter formal.” She flutters her eyelids, and I suddenly have the urge to stand up and punch her in the face.
My stomach churns at the mere thought of violence. My desire for Oak is becoming a bit of an obsession. Professor Jameson seems like the perfect woman for him, smart and beautiful and most importantly, about hisage.
“Sure.” He pulls out his timetable. “We can discuss it after school in the staff room with Archer and Gav.”
I notice the disappointment on her face, but she quickly masks it with a fake smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Of course.” She nods at him. “See you later, then.”
He grunts as she turns away and walks out of his office, shutting the door behind her. It’s as if the moment she leaves, Oak’s demeanor changes entirely. His shoulders sag slightly, and he gets to his feet, pacing the length of his office.
“Are you okay, Oak?” I ask.
He stops pacing and stares at me with a look of pure anguish. “No, Eva.” He shakes his head. “I’m not okay.”
I watch as he walks back to his desk and sits down, staring at me.
“I’m sorry.” He shoves his hands through his dark, thick hair. “What happened was inappropriate.”
