Honor Thy Teacher (Honor Series) - By Mummert, Teresa Page 0,38

planned something that would not force me to take my mind off her. “Everyone clear your desks for the chapter quiz.” This close to the end of the year the work no longer meant much of anything but it was important to keep them on their toes. I circled my desk and took a seat, waiting for the papers to make their way to the back row. I sent Emma a quick text.

I know just how to punish you.

I watched as she read over her phone, then her eyes shot up to meet mine. She bit her lip and I felt my body go rigid as other parts of me reacted.

Slide the phone between your legs and leave it there.

Now.

She hesitated but did as I told her, slipping the phone down between her thighs. I texted again and watched as her eyes grew wide. Her hands gripping the edge of her desk as it vibrated pleasure through her. I could not help but grin, slipping my hand under the desk to rub against myself. I hit send again and watched her mouth fall open, her eyes begging me for sweet release. I licked my lips, wanting to taste hers. I sent another and another, pushing harder against myself as I grew uncomfortably stiff.

A knock came at the door and her eyes shot to it wildly. I cleared my throat, doing my best not to sound turned on.

“Come in” I adjusted myself to hide my growing arousal and sat up, waiting for the door to open. Nothing could prepare me for the gut wrenching pain that sunk in the pit of my stomach. “Abby” I was in disbelief. The woman who had caused all of my pain had just sauntered in as if she owned the world.

“Will” She said coldly. The sound of her voice made me sick. I jumped to my feet and quickly ushered her outside, wanting to get her as far away from Emma as possible. I glanced back over my shoulder. Emma looked pained, as if she knew exactly who this was, but that was not possible. I closed the door behind us and ran my hands through my hair.

“What do you want?” I made sure she understood I was not happy to see her. She smiled slightly.

“How are you?” She asked.

“What the fuck do you care? When have you ever cared?” I shot back, anger coursing through my veins. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to make her beg me to stop. I wouldn’t stop. She swallowed hard and stepped closer. Her fingertips ran over my jaw. I closed my eyes, letting myself enjoy her touch for a brief moment before grabbing her wrist and pulling her away.

“Have you missed me? Missed us at all?” She looked confused. She had no idea how much pain she had caused me. She was possibly more twisted and fucked up than I ever was.

“Why are you really here?” I was crushed by my own words. She and I both knew why she was really here. The door flew open and students began to snake their way around us. We stood there, silently as they went on with their lives. I was locked in my past, tortured.

Past and future collided at once as Emma stepped through the door. Her eyes searching mine.

“Emma, we can discuss you being late some other time.” I knew I would have to explain everything to her. Abby glanced at her and then her eyes stayed locked onto mine.

“No. She can stay. I’d like to get to know the woman who is fucking my husband.” Abby was harsh and cruel. Not very different from the man I had become. Emma grabbed her stomach as if she had been punched in the gut. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. She stared at me helplessly, silently pleading me to tell her it was all a lie. “Oh, she didn’t know?” Abby said with a laugh. I focused on her throat. I wanted to strangle the laugh out of her.

“Go” I snapped, gesturing for them to get back into the classroom. I glanced down the hall to make sure no one had seen the exchange. There couldn’t be any witness, just in case we all didn’t leave the room. Emma’s eyes shot to mine, pained. I hated myself in that moment. They both made their way back inside and waited for me.

“I’m not here to ruin your fun, Will. I just came to get what is