Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1 (18 page)

“Thank you,” he said as my eyes drooped closed again. “Thank you for taking a chance, for giving this a try.”

I mumbled something in return and heard his deep chuckle rumble against his chest. “We’ll find you a new job, but we’ll do it together. No more dirty little secrets. I want to see you with Logan, for all of us to spend time together. I want to be with you and date you and have double dates with Dean and Harper.”

“Okay,” I mumbled happily. It was what I wanted, too. It was what I’d wanted since the first night I saw him, I had just never been brave enough to let anyone know. Never brave enough to think that anyone could love me just as I was.

But Marcus did, and as I fell asleep on his lap, his softening cock still inside me, I squeezed my arms around his neck. I dreamed of happily-ever-afters and fairy tales, movie nights, and trips to the park with Logan and Marcus. I dreamed of being able to hold their hands and kiss Marcus in public without fear that he would leave or someone would see us.

I dreamed of the future that I had always wanted with someone who loved me. Someone who would always be there for me, and as I woke up to feel Marcus laying me down in my bed before he curled up behind me, kissing the top of my head, I knew that my future was finally within arm’s reach.

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Stacey Lynn is a lover and writer of sweet and steamy romances.
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Educate Me

by

Lexi Buchanan

Edited by

Sirena Van Schaik

Beta read by

Nadine Winningham & Marsha Thallan

Chapter
One

Bianca

I’m a coward; hiding in my office with my vanilla latte as though I’ve broken the neighbors window with a baseball just like I did when I was in high school. Except back then it was my father’s office and a Dr. Pepper, but today it has more to do with one of my students, Mason James.

If someone had told me in college that I’d be nervous about standing in front of a class full of students because I was attracted to one of them, I’d have laughed in their face. But now, I’d have to hang my head in shame. The truth is that from the first moment I laid eyes on him five months ago he’s been in my constant thoughts. And it’s so wrong. I’m his teacher. I’m twenty-four and he’s nineteen in three months—I checked. It’s not as though I don’t have a boyfriend because I do. Tim is everything I should look for in a man, but no matter how hard I try to get Mason out of my head, he pops back in at the most inconvenient of times.

He isn’t immune to me either. I’ve seen the hot looks he throws my way and, to be honest, at first I had trouble deciding whether or not he was doing it for a bet with his friend, because he so openly stared at me. But five months later the looks are still there except they’re guarded now especially around the other students.

We’ve had plenty of conversations and interactions, not just during class, but over the lunch break amongst the other students and last month at the school dance. God, when I think back to that night I feel the heat creeping into my face. I danced with him!

It had been a bad idea, but when he asked, and with other students dancing with the teachers, how could I refuse? He held me close to his body while we danced unable to move our gazes from the other. As soon as the music ended, his fingers slid down my back and over my bottom in a light caress as he pulled me slightly against his hardened length. My stomach dropped at the emotions running through me. Lust, need, excitement, panic; I clung to the latter and ran.

Since that night I’ve tried to avoid any situation that might leave us alone together, because I’m frightened of what will happen if we are.

He is buried so deep in my head that he pisses me off as well. Not that he knows, and I barely admit it to myself, but sometimes when I’m having sex with Tim, it’s Mason who I imagine touching me, tasting me…and yes, when I imagine Mason, my orgasm is a hell of a lot more powerful than it ever is with Tim, which makes me feel guilty. So this is why I get pissed at Mason, because a part of me is angry at myself and an even larger part is filled with guilt.

The bell announcing that its time for morning class tries to burst my eardrums, which makes me jump up sloshing latte over the bottom of my skirt. “Fuck.” Yeah, I cuss. Not as much as I did when I was back home with my brothers around, but I consider it my way of letting out my frustration. It sure as hell isn’t going to solve my soggy problem though or fix my skirt. “Dammit. Just my luck.”

Tossing the now empty cup into the trash, I make my way over to the open doorway and look out into the class. Of course, the first thing I notice is that Mason isn’t in his seat yet. I shake my head to focus and then tell my class, “Start reading from where we left off yesterday, and for those who can’t remember, you want page fifty-six. I’ll be with you in five minutes, but I can hear everything from my office.” I look around to make sure my words have registered, and leaving the door ajar so I can hear them, I quickly dash around my desk so I’m out of view, to remove my thigh highs.

I suppose I should be grateful that I sloshed the drink at the bottom of my skirt instead of my lap. Being in wet panties all day isn’t something I’d enjoy—well not getting them wet that way.

With a quick glance toward my door, I hitch my skirt up to my thong so I can slip my hands into the top of the thigh high to slide it down my leg, which I do quickly, tossing it into the trash before going and slipping my hands into the other
as I can’t exactly keep one on—that would look ridiculous.

“Um.”

I freeze and squeeze my eyes shut tightly. This can’t be happening. The only part of me that moves is my head as it whips toward the door, my gaze coming to rest on him—
Mason
. His gaze burns into mine briefly before dropping to the apex of my thighs. Licking his lips, he takes a deep breath and asks, “Miss. Daniels, can you explain something to me before class?”

Unable to look away, I see the lust clear as day in his eyes as he moves closer to me and around the desk. He drops to his knees in front of me, which is when I realize I’m still uncovered, but my arms don’t seem to want to work.

“I’ll help,” he whispers.

What the fuck is wrong with me? He’s my student, but…oh God, his hands feel amazing on my skin as he slides my remaining thigh high down my leg and lets it drop to the floor. His hands travel back up my legs, caressing my thighs
and palming my naked bottom. Without moving his hands, Mason moves in closer and puts his nose against my pussy and inhales.

My legs quiver, and my nipples harden into tight buds as he flexes his hands
against the naked skin of my butt. My heart thumps in my chest. “You smell better than I imagined,” he says against my skin before dipping his tongue into the top of my thong.

Oh God!
What are we doing? What am I doing? I try to back away from him, but I can’t move with his hands trapping me against him. “Let go,” I hiss.

His eyes meet mine in shock as though he doesn’t know how he ended up on the floor at my feet with his face in my pussy. Standing, he makes sure every inch of his body rubs against mine. I bite my lip when I feel the evidence of his arousal against my hip.

“I need a minute,” he breathes into my ear at the same time as caressing over my ass before he pushes my skirt back down.

Being practically wrapped around him is making me all kinds of hot, and all it will take is one touch on my clit and I’ll probably come. That’s how aroused he has me.

Reaching out to steady myself, he pulls me closer as my fingers slide against his chest. I cling to him for mere seconds, a part of me enjoying the feel of him beneath my hands, before managing to push myself away, putting the desk between us.

Trying to breathe through the lust I feel, I brave a look at him. My gorgeous student has never looked so sexy. He’s taller than me with a rock hard body, and one part is harder than the rest of him right now. I quickly look up and meet his dazzling green eyes before my own are drawn back to the most defined part of him.

“Stop,” he hisses, clenching his fists as he turns his back to me.

This is insane. I’m the teacher.
Oh God!
I need to stop this and make sure nothing happens again.

Mason’s muscles slide under his shirt with his heavy breathing sending a coil of heat through me again. This is really bad. I can’t even look at him without being worked up. But I can’t stop watching him; he’s beautiful. A sculptured god is what he is. His dark hair is all mused, as usual, which makes him look soft, sexy, and ready to take you to bed.

Clamping my lips together, I catch the moan before it slips out. Shaking myself out of the sexual haze I’ve been in, I ask, “Are you happy with your assignment, Mason?”

Mason turns his head to look at me before his delicious body follows as he walks toward me like a panther stalking his pray.

“No,” he whispers, and then adds in a normal voice, “Yes, I might need some help with another point when I get further along.”

What is he doing?

He holds my gaze as I agree, “That’s fine. You know where to find me.”

I can hardly refuse when the class is probably listening or trying too, wondering why he’s in here. It feels like we’ve been locked together in lust for hours when not ten minutes have passed.

Before I follow him into the classroom, I grab a bottle of water from my purse and drink half of it down. I resist the urge to splash it on my face and hope the tepid water will cool my body, because my cheeks feel flush, and the throb between my legs is driving me crazy.

Chapter
Two

Mason

Back in the classroom only one or two look up at me as I make my way to my seat. I ignore them, right down to the suspicion that I see shining in Jessica’s eyes. She’s been a bug up my ass since the term started five months ago, and probably all because we fooled around during the summer. I’m no saint by any means, or at least I wasn’t. Since Ms. Daniels has been at the school, I’ve lost all interest in the girls that throw themselves at me. All I see when I shut my eyes is Bianca. All I see when I’m getting myself off is Bianca. Totally crazy, I know; obsessing about my sexy-as-fuck teacher.

She’s beautiful though. She has long, toned legs, curvy hips, a flat stomach and breasts that make my mouth water. The fantasies I’ve been having about the color of her nipples leave me damn uncomfortable, like now. I slip my hand under the table, up underneath my shirt and into the waistband of my jeans. Reaching for my cock it pulses at my touch, and leaks in excitement. Sucking in a silent breath, I rearrange it to what I hope is a more comfortable position.

“Can I have your attention please?” Ms. Daniels asks. Her voice is steady and she has the appearance of a calm and collected teacher. It’s obvious that she has control of her senses back. “You have another ten minutes to finish reading the rest of the chapter and then I’m going to ask you to close your text books while I pass out a pop quiz.”

When she finishes speaking, the entire class groans, me along with them, although my groan has more to do with the images of Bianca in her office with her skirt around her ass.
Fuck
, I nearly came on the spot when I walked in and saw her like that; all that skin and the naked globes of her firm ass on display. Instant boner.

Ugh!
I need to get my mind off of her; otherwise my dick is going to be exploding in my jeans without the touch of her skin or my hand. I bet her hand would feel real good, wrapping around me in her firm grasp before sliding back and forth as she jacks me off, rubbing her thumb over my leaking tip. Hell. I’m going to come, here in the middle of the classroom.

Jumping out of my seat, I start to move toward the door and realize every one is staring, but the only one I make contact with is Bianca. “I don’t feel too good.” She starts to come over to me so I pull the door open because one touch, or one inhale of her scent will send me over. “I’ll be back.”

Shoving into the restroom, I lock myself into a stall; cringe when I open my zipper and watch as my hard as fuck cock springs free. Breathing heavily, I stroke down to my balls, which are pulled tight against my body.

This won’t take long, not with my dick jerking and leaking without touching it. I suck in a breath and grasp my steal rod, tightening my hold; I nearly loose all strength in my legs with the pleasure that hits me in the balls. Before I can even think, my fist takes over jacking me off to an image that’s popped in my head of Bianca on her knees as she licks and sucks around the mushroom head of my cock. She takes me deeper, swallowing around me, and then… “Ahhh…Yes…Yes… Oh God.” My orgasm splashes all over, missing the john, but what the fuck. Even spent my cock still jerks with pleasure.

Trying to catch my breath, I reach for tissue and wipe the cum covered head of my cock. Tossing it in the john before shoving my junk away, I quickly clean up the rest. I’m so screwed. If I’m ever lucky enough to have her hands on me, I’m probably going to come with just her touch, like I did the first time I had sex with someone. I shudder not wanting to go back there.

After quickly washing my hands, I splash water onto my face and dry off before heading back to class. Part of me feels embarrassed for jacking off in the school restroom, something I bet others have done in the past, but I sure as hell haven’t, and the other part of me says fuck-it. The restroom is better than coming in my jeans in class.

Looking through the small window in the door, my eyes are drawn to Bianca sitting at her desk with her head down. She is amazing with her dark hair flowing down over her shoulders, and I can almost control my desire until she lifts that beautiful head of hers and looks directly at me.

Without breaking our gaze, I push back into the room and feel the whole class looking at me, but don’t look away from Bianca.

Standing, Bianca clears her throat, and facing the class, says, “Back to the quiz guys,” before meeting my gaze again. “Are you feeling better, Mason?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Dropping into my seat, I glare at Jessica who is watching my every move and nearly jump a mile when Bianca brushes against me as she hands me the quiz. “Just try and answer as much as you can in the time left. Okay?”

“Yeah.”

Grabbing a pen, I start filling in the questions on the sheet, which shouldn’t take too long as I have a photographic memory. But of course that only works if I’ve read the information I actually need to remember. And half of this I haven’t read due to having my head up my ass about
Bianca.

A ruler hits me in the head from behind. Turning, I grab it from CJ’s hands, and smacking it back down on his desk, I glare at him.

“Hey. What the fuck is your problem?” he shouts, drawing attention to us both, which I could do without.

“Keep your damn hands to yourself.” I start shoving my stuff back into my bag so I can leave before the fucker starts on me again and I have no alternative but to put my fist into his face.

CJ and I have had problems in the past, as in I slept with his girl, the day after he slept with mine. I was pissed at the time, but he did me a favor, and I discovered what a bitch Jessica really is.

“Mason?” Bianca says my name and I free
ze wanting to listen to her talk all day, but at me not the class. Shit, I’m fucked.

“It isn’t time to leave yet.”

Now she’s standing beside me.

“What’s going on between the two of you?” Bianca frowns while looking between the two of us.

“I saw the ruler, CJ. You want to explain why you decided to use it as a weapon instead of what it was made for?” She’s getting good and pissed.

“Not really.”

I sit back down in my seat, hoping that she’ll let it drop because I so do not want to get into the reason behind our hostility. I mean, I don’t give a damn about what happened, and would rather forget it and Jessica, but he won’t let it go.

“We’ll leave it for now, but I don’t want to see anything else in this class. Do I make myself clear?”

Smothering a grin because she’s using that ‘hoity toity’ voice, I nod and presume CJ did the same. Bianca gives me another glance before turning her back and heading back to her desk. She starts to sit down just as Mr. David Fuck Anything comes into the room, but stands instead when she sees him. And I’ll be damned, but Bianca looks nervous as fuck with him hovering over her the way he’s doing.

Fuck this!

Standing, I start heading toward them.