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  “Did you ever have a student/teacher fantasy?” she asked.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Did you ever fantasize about a teacher?”

  “Not that I can remember.”

  “That’s a shame.” She rose and sauntered to the teacher’s desk. She perched on the edge and crossed her legs. “Did you ever want someone who worked for you?”

  He leaned against the wall just inside the classroom. His pose was casual, but his eyes were alert and held a tinge of heat. Warmth pooled low. He wasn’t walking away. He was willing to play her game.

  “Several employees have dropped hints, but I’m not interested in someone who wants to use me to get ahead.”

  “In all fairness, she could really want you.” That was probably more likely. Anyone who worked for Marcus knew he was a slave driver, so he wouldn’t promote anyone who didn’t deserve it. “You’re hot.”

  “You think so?”

  She took her time examining him. She imagined what was beneath the tailored clothes and saw his pockets bulge as he fisted his hands. She hid a smile.

  “Did you ever do anything about your teacher fantasy?” he asked, breaking the taut silence.

  “Yes.”

  His brows drew together. “A teacher took advantage of you?”

  “I took advantage of the college TA.”

  He shook his head in mock regret. “He probably didn’t know what hit him.”

  She leaned back on her hands. It was a provocative pose, and Marcus responded beautifully. He took a step forward before he caught himself.

  “Did you ever seduce an employer?” he asked.

  “No, I only had one boss, and she was a friend of mine.”

  “What did you do for your friend?”

  “I stripped.”

  He took another step forward. “I’m sorry?”

  “My friend owned a club. I did it right out of high school.”

  “You were a professional stripper? That explains a lot.”

  She swung her foot idly as he approached. “What does that mean?”

  “It means you know how to exploit every man’s weakness.” He stopped so close that she could smell his cologne. “So, you were on your way to me, but got sidetracked by Kody and ended up kissing him. How did that happen?”

  “I was sad.”

  “So, you kissed him?”

  “I was in shock. I had just found out about Mom and Marv.”

  He placed a hand on her bare thigh. She couldn’t help the goose bumps that erupted over her skin and hoped he didn’t notice. Despite the sexual tension, Marcus was waiting for an answer. She hadn’t explained herself to any man for years. It was uncomfortable, but the knowledge that she would be getting fucked soon was a great incentive.

  “Kody said things I should want to hear…” She shrugged. “I wanted to have feelings for him. It would have made things simpler.”

  “You let him kiss you.”

  “Yes.”

  He planted his hands on either side of her and leaned in. “If you need kisses, you can come to me.”

  She smiled. “I’ll remember that.”

  “What do you want, Carmen?” he murmured as he dragged her to the edge of the desk, forcing her to open her legs so he could fit between.

  He stared at her with an intensity that made heat blossom in her belly and spread. She straightened so their faces were a hairsbreadth apart. Classy sin teased her nostrils.

  “I want to play.”

  He searched her eyes. “Play?”

  She had a thing for role playing. Not all men were game for this kind of thing, but it definitely got her going. She waited to see what Marcus Fletcher would do. “I’ll be the student; you be the teacher.”

  His hands flexed on her, but he didn’t move. She could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. She kissed his chin.

  “Mr. Fletcher, don’t you want me?” she asked in a high-pitched voice.

  She ran her hand down his chest.

  “I know I haven’t been doing well in class, but”—she looked up at him and made her eyes as wide and guileless as possible right before she cupped his hardening cock—“I’m sure I can make up my grade by doing something special for you.”

  He was rigid as a board. She wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

  “I really need to pass your class,” she continued.

  “You pick the damnedest places.”

  Disappointment coated her throat. She dropped her hand. Maybe he wasn’t—

  “On your knees.”

  “What?”

  He sat in the teacher’s seat and pulled her backward off the desk before settling her on her knees in front of him. Her heart pounded as she spread her legs so her dress rode up her thighs. Excitement drowned out all other thoughts. He was really going to let her do this. Either he wanted her fucking bad, or he had secret kink. She hoped it was both.

  Marcus raised a brow. “If you want an A, you have to work for it.”

  “Yes, Mr. Fletcher,” she said in a meek voice and reached for his belt.

  He watched her with an unwavering focus that made her fumble with his slacks for real. She pulled down his zipper and bit back a moan when she saw his Calvin Klein’s. He could be a serious contender for an underwear model. Jesus. She took a deep, audible breath and made a big show of touching his dick through the thin material and then pulling him out of his boxer briefs. She made an O with her mouth and looked up at him.

  “It’s so big!”

  He gripped the peeling arms of the desk chair. “It’ll fit in your mouth… and other places, I promise you.”

  “Is it painful?”

  “Yes,” he growled.

  “Maybe a kiss will make you feel better?” She kissed the head and made an ooh sound when it jerked. “Did that work?”

  He glared at her. “If you want an A, you need to suck me.”

  “I’ve never done this before.”

  “Christ,” he bit out. “Carmen, I’m gonna come on your face if you keep talking like that.”

  She gave a little shrug. “That’s fine with me.”

  He ran his hands down his face. “You’re killing me.”

  She gave a theatrical gasp and grabbed his thigh. He jolted. “I don’t want you to die!”

  “Then suck me.”

  The order, said through gritted teeth, satisfied her immensely. “I heard I’m supposed to lick it like an ice-cream cone.” She lapped at it and watched a muscle in his cheek flex. She licked the base of his cock and then kissed her way to the tip. “Am I doing okay?”

  “It’ll be better if you put it in your mouth and suck it.”

  “I really want an A. My dad will kill me if I get a B so…”

  She closed her mouth around him. His feet moved restlessly, knocking against her legs before dropping to the floor with a soft clap. Kneeling in front of him suggested that she was the submissive, but she had him by the balls, literally, and could turn the tide whichever way she wished. She always liked giving blowjobs and now had the opportunity to push Marcus Fletcher over the edge. She kept up the innocent schoolgirl role, peeking up at him shyly.

  She pulled him out of her mouth with a pop. “How’s that, Mr. Fletcher?”

  “Do you want an A plus?”

  “Yes.”

  He yanked her to her feet and placed her on the edge of the desk. She gasped as he forced her legs apart and stepped between.

  “How badly do you want that A?” he asked, face less than six inches away.

  He was completely still, like a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce. Her heart pounded double time in her chest. She resisted the urge to lick her lips in anticipation and tried to stay in character.

  “I really need an A,” she breathed.

  “How far are you willing to go?”

  He placed his hand high on her thigh. It was her turn to jolt. Her body was revved up and begging to be used. She was breathless with anticipation to see what he would do next
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  “A-as far as I need to go.” Her shaky voice wasn’t an act. Her throat was dry and dusty.

  His hand slid beneath her dress and between her legs. His fingers touched her, and she had the pleasure of seeing his eyes dilate with desire. “You’ll let me fuck you?”

  “Yes,” she said hoarsely. If this hadn’t been her idea, she would have ordered him to get on with it. Instead, she had to play the game even if it killed her.

  “You let any other guy touch you?” he murmured against her cheek as he slid one finger in.

  “No,” she moaned as she squirmed.

  “I saw you kiss that boy in the hallway, the most popular boy in school,” he hissed as his thumb rubbed her clit.

  She broke character. “Huh?”

  “You kissed him. I saw you.”

  He was weaving Kody into the storyline? Hell. “He said he really liked me,” she said plaintively as her legs began to tremble.

  “Boys will say anything to get this.” He dragged his fingers out and then slid deep. “You’re not going to give it to him, are you?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because he can’t give me an A?”

  He yanked her off the desk, whirled her around, and bent her over. Her breath whooshed out as he kicked her legs apart, fit himself against her, and slammed home. She gasped at the unexpected intrusion and then bit back a delighted laugh as he stretched her.

  “You don’t give him anything because he can’t give you what you need,” he whispered in her ear.

  Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head as he began to move. Hell, yeah.

  “Carmen?”

  “Yeah?” she huffed.

  “Hang on.”

  He straightened, gripped her hips, and began to thrust. She splayed over the teacher’s desk, vaguely aware of the fact that she was on a chart which listed the student’s name and tasks with smiley face stickers. She gripped the other side of the desk for leverage and moaned as she stared at the classroom of empty desks. She imagined that she really was fucking a teacher and got even wetter.

  “Fuck me, Mr. Fletcher!” she moaned.

  He ground against her. “Carmen.”

  “Yes, fuck me!”

  He sped up, and she held on for dear life. The taboo environment sent her over the edge. His thrusts became erratic and frenzied as she rode her orgasm. Her teeth clamped together to hold back a scream as he gripped her hard enough to bruise. He slammed deep and came in one gush.

  “You’re so bad for me,” he muttered into her hair as he rested on top of her.

  She laughed weakly as she stared out the windows at the crowd in the distance. The door of the classroom was wide open. Anyone could find them like this, but she wasn’t concerned. Even if Frederick and Mickey weren’t guarding the hall, she would have seduced Marcus to see how far he would go. She loved pushing boundaries, and she was pleasantly surprised to find that he kept matching her.

  “That shouldn’t have worked on me,” he grumbled as he pulled out and collapsed in the teacher’s chair.

  She slid off the desk and found some paper towels to clean herself. He didn’t move. He sat in the chair with his eyes closed, utterly drained. She smiled as she sat sideways on his lap and wrapped one arm around his neck. Straitlaced Marcus was bending his rules for her.

  “You played the teacher part perfectly,” she praised.

  He opened one eye. “You have these urges often?”

  “Urges?”

  “Fantasies.”

  “All the time.”

  His eyes closed. “I figured.”

  She wanted to pet and stroke, but she rested against him instead and floated in the aftermath of great sex. Marcus seemed willing to bust it loose anytime, anywhere. He was a man after her own heart. Too soon, he shifted and tapped her butt.

  “We better go.”

  She reluctantly slipped off his lap and did the schoolgirl pose while twirling her hair around one finger. “Do I get an A, Mr. Fletcher?”

  He paused in the middle of straightening his clothes. “I’ll give you an A, but I have to reevaluate for next quarter.”

  She giggled as they cleaned up the teacher’s desk and walked out of the school. The adoption event was winding down. From this distance, she couldn’t see how many animals were left, but she knew they had saved a lot of lives today. That fact combined with her orgasm made her feel as if she was emanating sunshine.

  “We had a great turnout today,” she said.

  “Alice said you played a big part in that.”

  She shrugged. “I just told a few of my friends.”

  “Is one of your friends the manager of Petco?”

  She grinned. “He was a sweetheart.”

  “I heard you donated over ten thousand dollars’ worth of items for the new owners as well.”

  “It’s not a big deal.”

  He stopped and turned to her. “It is a big deal. Alice says you’re a big reason these events have become such a success.”

  “All I do is talk and donate where I see fit. Alice is the one that spends weeks preparing and making sure they turn out amazing. They’re for good causes.”

  His gaze shifted over her shoulder. “Can I help you?”

  She turned and saw Mickey and Frederick standing nearby. “They’re with me.”

  “What do you mean?” Marcus asked.

  “They’re watching over me.”

  He tensed. “Why?”

  Reality was coming back with alarming speed. She wrinkled her nose as she tried to think of a delicate way to put this so she wouldn’t scare him off. “I kind of …”

  His brows rose, and she realized there was no nice way to put it. Actually, if threatening to shoot him didn’t make him run for the hills, he could handle anything.

  “I killed someone.” No change in his expression. “Gavin and Angel are taking care of it, but I’m laying low at my soon-to-be stepdad’s house. When I go out, I have my guards.”

  “Who did you kill?”

  No inflection in his voice. He had the best poker face she’d ever seen. Control personified… unless she provoked him with sex.

  “The leader of the Black Viper gang.”

  He cupped the back of her neck and drew her against him. “You killed Blaine?”

  “Blaine?” She was confused by the question and the smell of her cotton candy perfume mixing with classy sin on his suit.

  “He was Blaine Carter before he became Maddog.”

  Hearing Marcus say Maddog sounded wrong on so many levels. “How do you know that?

  “We went to the same school. He dropped out in seventh grade.” His hand tightened on the back of her neck. “You need a place to stay where no one will find you?”

  “No one knows my mom is engaged.”

  “The Black Vipers could track you after a public outing like this one.”

  She rocked her hand from side to side. Possible, but unlikely. The Black Vipers were bound to be more worried about Gavin and Angel than her.

  “Why don’t you move back in with Gavin?”

  “Gavin and I don’t see eye to eye. Besides, I need my own space. I’m going house hunting next week.”

  “If you need a place to stay, I have one.”

  “What?”

  “I have a house I don’t use since I stay in a suite at the hotel. I didn’t even unpack, and it’s in a gated community.”

  “You’re offering to let me stay at your house?” she asked, just to clarify.

  “Why not?”

  “Wouldn’t that be weird?”

  “No. Come, you can see it now.” He grabbed her hand and towed her toward a silver Audi.

  “Um, okay.” She turned and hollered, “You have my keys?” to Mickey who gave her a nod as she ducked into the passenger seat of Marcus’s car. This was an interesting turn of events.

  “Why are you involved with the Black Viper gang?” Marcus wasted no time asking as they left Cimarron Elementary
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  She hesitated and then said, “Wrong place, wrong time.” She didn’t want to bring up the fact that Angel took her there. She was sure Gavin and Marcus would both be pissed about that. They wouldn’t understand that in his own fucked up way, Angel had been trying to help.

  “Why’d you kill him?” Marcus asked.

  She tried to hang onto the bliss of climax and not the slap of rage that threatened to blow her high. “He said something about Vinny, and I snapped.” She felt his quick glance and stared straight ahead.

  “Blaine never respected women. Not surprising that he underestimated the wrong one,” he said mildly.

  She didn’t like hearing that his name was Blaine. It made him sound more human and less like the leader of a violent, notorious biker gang. “My dad killed his. We have history.”

  “Your dad’s the one who shot Cannon?”

  “How do you know all this shit?”

  “I grew up in Conklin.”

  She straightened. “The housing projects? Are you serious?”

  He flicked her an amused glance. “You didn’t think I was born into this, did you?”

  “I did, actually.” He wore power like a second skin and had the manners of a fine gentleman. She couldn’t imagine him in a rough neighborhood. Not even cops wanted to answer calls in that area. It was gang infested and poverty-stricken. “How is that possible?”

  “Long story,” he said and reached for his phone when it began to ring.

  She sat back as Marcus drove. Unlike her and Angel, he was cautious and controlled. She closed her eyes and listened to the rumble of his voice as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm.

  Twenty minutes later, they entered a private community with its own shopping center. The homes were built around a massive golf course and lake. Marcus drove up a picturesque street lined with trees and generous properties before he pulled up to a house with a stone front. He parked in an empty three-car garage. Frederick and Mickey parked in the driveway. Marcus unlocked the front door and waved her through as he continued his conversation on the phone.

  She paused in the foyer and surveyed the space. Directly before her was a living room filled with light. A short staircase led to an upper level where the kitchen and dining room were. From where she stood, she could see everything, including a short hallway on the second floor that must lead to the bedrooms. There was no furniture or decorations. The only room that had anything in it was an office. Marcus kicked aside some boxes to get to the computer as he talked.