Page 51 of Teacher's Pet

“His wife? We need to get out of here. He’s married? Did you know?” Devon’s voice pitched higher with panic. “What the hell are you doing? Let’s go.”

“You go. You’re ruining this for me.”

Her steps didn’t stop. They paused. Right outside the bedroom door.

Devon scrubbed his hands over his face. “What’s going on?”

The doorknob shifted.

Shit.

I shoved Nathan’s pants down before Devon could open his mouth. He froze mid-step, eyes darting to the door, then back to me.

“She’s coming closer,” he hissed.

I didn’t look up. I stripped Nathan to his boxers, my fingers already hooked in the waistband.

“What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?” Devon’s voice was a low growl.

The heels retreated down the stairs. Tile clicks. Cupboard doors. A glass clinked against the counter.

Perfect.

I yanked the boxers down. Nathan’s cock sprang free. Devon groaned, scrubbing his hands over his face like he could wipe the image away.

“You’re a psycho. You’re a fucking psycho.”

Nathan’s shirt and pants landed on the floor, scattered far enough to be obvious. Then I started on my own clothes. Not hurried. Deliberate. Each piece flung somewhere different, creating a trail that screamed this was messy and hot.

“Ry—” Devon started.

“Leave.”

“She’s literally—”

“Leave, Dev.”

The heels were on the stairs again. Closer. Measured.

Devon’s panic spiked. “She’s coming—”

“Then hide.”

He blinked at me like I’d lost my mind. I gestured sharply at the closet. He shook his head. The door handle rattled. Devon’seyes went wide, and he darted behind the bedroom door. Too obvious. I pointed at the bed. He mouthed no fucking way.

“Yes way,” I mouthed back.

The footsteps were just outside. Devon dropped flat, sliding under the bed like a guilty dog just as I yanked the last of my clothes off and tossed them over a chair.

“Turn the lights off,” I hissed.

“No—”

“Devon!”

From under the bed, a muttered curse, then I heard him crawl out, and darkness swallowed the room.

I slid under the covers, curling into Nathan’s warm, bare body. My hand splayed on his chest. I lowered my mouth to his neck and sucked hard until the skin flushed and heated beneath my lips. A mark she wouldn’t be able to ignore.