. and . . . I think you and Sherm both need to get some help.”
He leans in, his jaw flexing, his intense gaze less angry now and more hungry. “So, you think there’s a cure for what ails me, doc?”
I want to have this conversation. I want to figure out how to help Sherm. But I can’t deny the tingle in my belly at the sudden change in his demeanor.
“If you could find a therapist you’re comfortable talking to . . . maybe a family therapist who could work with you and Sherm . . . I think it would really help him.”
He steps closer, toe-to-toe with me now, and all of a sudden the gates are down. The depth I saw in his eyes the day Sherm got hurt is back, and everything he’s feeling is swirling to the surface. “So, you don’t want to know all my darkest secrets? You don’t want me to open up and spill my guts so you can save me?”
It almost sounds like a plea rather than a question, as if he wants to tell me everything.
And the answer is yes. I want to know in the worst way what this beautiful man’s demons are. “I’d be happy to listen if you’d be comfortable talking to me.”
It comes out breathier than I’d hoped and he notices. His eyes spark and some expression that I would say is desire if I didn’t know better flashes over his face. He makes me feel like he’d eat me whole if he could. I don’t remember anyone ever looking at me quite like that before.
“What is it, exactly, that you think you can do?” he asks, low and calm, which is nothing like what I see happening in his eyes.
“I want to help you and Sherm both. I want you to stop feeling like you’re all alone. I want to find a way to—”
He’s on me so fast I don’t even realize what’s happening until he has me pinned against my desk. There’s the initial jolt of fear, charging my bloodstream with raw adrenaline, but it’s replaced an instant later by an explosion of heat in my core when his mouth closes over mine.
Chapter 13
Rob
My dick, apparently, is impervious to both danger and common sense. Despite the fact that I’m very late for my first day at my new job, I couldn’t say no when Adri asked me to wait. I’d hoped my impromptu rendezvous with the brunette at the bar last week would curb my libido when it came to the sexy schoolmarm I can’t stop thinking about. My thickening cock says otherwise. With every flash of frustration in those baby blues, every lick of her lips, which is her tell when she’s nervous, it’s grown stiffer.
She thinks she has me all figured out. She thinks she’s in control. The image of throwing her on her desk, taking her right here, proving to her just how wrong she is, makes my dick throb so hard I’m sure I’m going to explode.
I press myself harder against her. Those blue eyes, usually as cool as the ocean, blaze back into mine.
And then I’m devouring her gasping mouth. I don’t close my eyes as my tongue invades the soft heat inside, but she does. When she moans and twists her fingers into the hair at the sides of my head, I know she’s going to be my total undoing.
I’ve had every variety of woman in my bed, from hookers to Hollywood stars. Never have any of them turned me inside out the way this sweet, simple teacher does. Maybe it’s because she somehow sees past all my defenses. Maybe it’s because she’s the most honest and open person I’ve ever known. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t play any games and she’s not scared to call me out. Whatever it is, I only know I need more.
I lift her by the waist, set her on her desk. She parts her knees as I press between them, hiking her skirt and exposing a swath of delicate white lace between her legs. When I grind my hard length against all the wet heat there, she gasps and hooks her knees over my hips, letting me have even more of her. I grab the back of her head with one hand, deepening our kiss, and her ass with my other, yanking her closer.
She sucks my lower lip into her mouth, flicks it with her wet tongue. A groan rolls up from the