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"I've decided to allocate seats this year, yes. Get over it. Find your names, and let's get started."

The only desk I considered was the one front and center. That desk was the only one I took care to lovingly write Lucy's name on a blank placard before smoothing it over the surface.

For the rest of my students, I quickly wrote their names down and placed them randomly around the room, except for the seat next to Lucy's. I made sure a female name was placed there.

As everyone begrudgingly shifted to their new seats, I sat behind my desk and watched Lucy find hers and sit down.

I somehow managed to push my lust aside as I started our lesson plan. Lucy was not only beautiful but intelligent as fuck. I wasn't surprised, considering I looked up her previous school results. My girl was an overachiever. I wondered if she'd be the same in our bedroom. My cock leaked at the thought.

Yesterday after soccer practice, I went straight to the address listed on Michael Thomas' teacher details. I couldn't help myself. I needed to be near her, or I would go insane. I parked across the street from their quaint two-story house. The kitchen lights were on before a bedroom light upstairs flicked on. I just knew it was Lucy. In her room. On her bed.

Was she thinking about me? Was she touching herself to the thought of me sinking my big dick into her tight pussy? Uncaring whether I was caught, I released my aching dick and jerked off to her bedroom light. To what was bathing under that warm glow.

"Yeah, baby, spread those legs wider while I rail you," I groaned into the dark confines of my vehicle before coming all over my stomach.

This morning I came to school early and made an effort to chat with the other teachers before the bell rang. If they were surprised, they didn't show it. My plan worked because Michael was there. I introduced myself, and now I had a dinner invite to his house on Friday. Was it shitty that I was befriending this guy with the plan to seduce his daughter? Yes. But I didn't care. I didn't know my plan, but I just had to be with her.

When the bell rang for lunch, I cleared my throat. "Lucy Thomas, please stay behind. I need to go over your transfer papers."

The other students were too preoccupied, scrambling for lunch, to notice my words. As the last student left, I sauntered to Lucy, who was watching my approach with wide eyes.

"I-is there a problem with my transfer notes?"

"No." I spread my hands on the table, my fingers inches from hers. I stopped when my stomach hit the high desk.

"Your notes say that you were top of your class in Chemistry."

She licked her lips, and I itched to do that for her. "Yes. Although only five people were in my class, so that wasn't hard to do."

My lips lifted at her joke. "I don't know. I think you'd get an A plus in whatever subject you do. You're a good girl. Aren't you? You'll be a good girl for me."

Her mouth dropped as her chest rose and fell. It was a risky comment to make. But having Lucy close, breathing in her unique scent... was causing the wires to come loose on what was appropriate.

"Whaa..?"

"You heard me, Lucy." I reached out and stroked her finger with mine. "Are you going to be my good girl?"

She squirmed in her seat, her face coloring. "I don't think...I think..." She licked her lips as her eyes clouded with a hazy film. "Why are you wording it like that?"

Someone knocked on my door before I could answer or lean in to kiss her. I turned in frustration, glad that my back had covered her up.

It was my fellow biology teacher, James Simpson. "Hey, Roman. Wanna go now?"

Fuck. In my haste to be social this morning, I forgot that I had made plans with James for lunch.

I straightened and flashed him an easygoing smile. "Yeah, man. Thanks for waiting." I turned to Lucy.

"Thanks for your help, Miss Thomas. Enjoy your lunch."

She searched my face briefly before hurriedly gathering her things and scurrying out the door. It took everything in me not to watch her little ass bounce away in that skirt.

My face clouded in anger as I observed James turn to watch her exit. His eyes stayed on the open door a fraction longer than necessary, even after Lucy had vanished.

"Is there a problem?" My voice was harsh, but I couldn't have this pervert staring at my girl. Yes, I knew I was hypocritical, but I didn't care. She was my soul mate. That meant all other males were off-limits. That meant she should be immune to their disgusting antics, just like I was turned off by anything to do with the opposite sex now that I'd met my girl.

James turned back to me with a shake of his head, unaware I was moments away from ripping his head off.

"She's in my biology class," he explained. "Has the boys all in a tizzy. Fresh meat, I guess." He shrugged as if he hadn't just lit a fuse and turned casually away while it sizzled at my feet.