Page 25 of Student Seduction

Fuck me. There was a loaded question I’d been trying to both answer and avoid for weeks.

She was jail bate. Temptation, sin, need, and hell on Earth mixed with a beautiful, irresistible pain in the ass that I felt drawn to in ways neither me nor my dick could fully figure out.

“She’s a student of mine. In Elksboro.”

She was so much more than that. But I couldn’t tell him that the moment I saw her, I wanted to fuck her. I could admit that to myself. When I saw her in my art history class this summer, I’d hoped we’d hook up.

She was gorgeous and perfect and every straight member of the male species with a functioning dick would want that. But after that night, after getting to know her and being inside her sweet body, I wanted to put her in glass case and protect her. From everyone. Even me. I wasn’t worthy and I knew it. Not to mention, I was her damn teacher.

“At the high school?” He sputtered. “When you said you were teaching, I thought you meant here, at the university.”

I shook my head. “I teach history at the high school and coach their hockey team.”

“Jesus.”

“Look, I checked her file. She’s almost eighteen. I know that’s not necessarily a free pass, but it could be worse.”

He closed his eyes as he spoke. “Think, Singleton. Do you believe, honestly, for one second, that any reporter is going to stop and check her age before running the story on a high school teacher screwing a student? Trust me, they won’t. And if you think they will, I’ve got some ocean front property in Arizona I’d love to sell you.” He shook his head. “Elksboro is a small town and a close-knit community. Your reputation around here will be destroyed. I’ll probably have to cut you loose. And where will she be? Moving on with her life, that’s where. Because hers won’t be over. But yours will. In many ways.”

I lowered my gaze to the floor. He was right. I knew he was right. But something inside me still fought against the idea of never having her as my own.

“Wait a year,” he pleaded. “She’ll graduate. No one will care what the two of you do.”

I swallowed hard, refusing to make a promise I couldn’t keep. “She and I aren’t…It’s not really like that.”

We weren’t fucking. Weren’t dating. So I wasn’t technically lying—except maybe to myself.

“I saw you looking at her and I saw her looking at you. You’re both thinking about doing a hell of a lot of something. I’m not saying don’t, son. I get it. Young people and all that. I’m just saying wait. Get through the rest of the year, Aiden. For your own sake and hers. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

When I left the locker room, I fully intended on heeding his advice.

But by the time I made it to the parking lot, that was already impossible.