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My feet propelled me forward until I crossed the threshold of his office. He left his place in the center of the small room and slammed the door behind me.

I flinched, clutching my books closer to my chest. I regarded him with wide, almost frightened eyes. But the only part of me he could hurt was my heart.

His gaze was intense. A muscle ticked in his jaw before he reached down and cupped my face.

"I'm so pissed at you, baby girl." The name caused butterflies to take off in my stomach.

"But having you here, all I want to do is this."

Without warning, he covered my mouth with his, swallowing the squeak that came out. I felt his tongue seek entrance, and once I parted my lips, his taste exploded in my mouth.

I had been kissed before Mr. Drake. Stolen kisses at a school dance. I remembered the first time Ian stuck his tongue in my mouth. It felt slimy, and he whirled it around like he was cleaning out my mouth.

Mr. Drake's brief kiss in my bathroom was chaste yet forceful. The kind of kiss I imagined a loving husband giving to their wife as they parted for the day.

Butthis.

This was how I imagined a husband kissing his wife on their wedding night. Or a lover during a clandestine meeting in a hotel room. Desperate. Hot. Passionate. Longing.

I felt like he wanted to devour me. Eat my mouth just like he had eaten at my pussy.

When he pulled away, a string of saliva clung between our lips briefly before breaking away. As if it, too, protested our parting.

His harsh breaths tickled my face as he placed his forehead against mine.

My lips felt swollen as my breaths puffed out quickly between us.

"What are we doing?" I panted, needing to know. I needed the words.

"Starting our love story."

I whimpered at his profound words, leaning back to stare into his brown eyes. I opened my mouth to echo his sentiment, but my eyes caught on his brown desk and the stack of workbooks in the corner. Certificates and awards littered his desk, my eyes catching on the words 'education' and 'teaching.'

As much as I wanted to lean into his words, the circumstances surrounding our meeting had me stiffening.

"Wha- how...?"

What is happening?

How is this going to work?

"You let me worry about all that, baby," he instructed. "Right now, we're going to talk about the fact that you've been ignoring my messages."

He was glaring at me, his face flushed with irritation. I shivered as I stepped back out of his arms. I was already missing his warmth, but I couldn't allow myself to be swayed by sweet words.

"How many students have you done this with?" I hotly demanded.

His face turned thunderous, and a little of my bravado faded. I gasped when he grabbed me by my shoulders, roughly turned me around, and placed his hand on the middle of my back. With a gentle yet firm push, he pressed me down against his desk until I caught my upper body with my hands.

"Mr. Drake!"

I felt the cool air on my ass as he lifted my skirt. An embarrassed blush crossed my cheeks.

"What are you - oh!"

Whack!

Was he really...?