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  His hand rose slowly, brushing along her chest and neck and leaving a trail of heat as it settled on her jaw. He pulled back, and Vanessa swore she had never seen a man look at her with such desire. It was the kind of look that said I need you.

  She was smart. Educated. Made good choices.

  Not in that moment.

  The only thing she felt was her pounding heartbeat, her aching sex, and the need swimming through her veins for the man in front of her.

  She grabbed his head and pulled it back to her, taking his mouth. His arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her feet from the floor.

  Another knock on the door. “Mr. Walker. Your car.”

  He groaned, and slowly lowered her back to the ground. Something wicked spread across his face. “You ever have sex in a limo?”

  Vanessa burst out laughing. “No, and that’s not going to change tonight.”

  She spun and lifted her bag, anticipation building in her stomach.

  “We’ll see,” threatened Jared behind her.

  She grinned. Yes, they would.

  ✽ ✽ ✽

  Jared couldn’t keep his hands off of his sexy teacher. He pulled her onto his lap as the limo headed for her apartment.

  His hands found her ass and squeezed while she straddled him. He yanked her dress higher until he could touch her bare skin. Her mouth was sweeter than sugar, the most decadent kiss he’d ever shared.

  No. It wasn’t a kiss.

  It was desperate. Starving. All-consuming.

  It was much, much more than a kiss.

  He broke from her lips and moved down her jaw, her neck, kissing and sucking as he went. She moaned and leaned into him, which didn’t help the situation going on beneath his fly.

  His cock was about to break the zipper right off of his pants.

  Vanessa’s hand ran down his chest and found his hard length, squeezing it through his pants. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned.

  Feeling her hand on his cock drove him to madness.

  In one motion, he shoved her panties to the side and slid his finger into her folds. She was dripping wet.

  His cock throbbed.

  She gasped at his touch. “Jared, we shouldn’t-”

  Her mouth fell open as he slid two fingers inside of her.

  “You’re so fucking tight.” He slid his fingers in and out, massaging her clit with his thumb. “What shouldn’t we do?” he teased.

  Her moaning was getting louder. He’d barely gotten started, but he knew she was close. He silenced her with his mouth, plunging his tongue inside and tasting her sweetness. She met him with the same desperate need as her hips rocked against his hand.

  He continued to work his fingers, picking up his pace as he felt the limo slow.

  “I need you to come for me. Right now.”

  “Oh, Jared.” He slammed his mouth onto hers and the limo stopped.

  Her sex clamped down on him as her legs shook and squeezed and moans tried to escape their mouths. He continued massaging her clit, dragging out every single bit of pleasure he could.

  The driver’s door opened.

  “We giving the driver a show, or are we running inside to continue this? I’m cool either way,” he grinned.

  Her eyes went wide as she hopped off him and straightened her dress.

  The door opened.

  Light flew in from the street lamps and he could see how flushed she was.

  We’re only getting started, baby.

  Getting from the limo to the apartment was a blur. All Jared could think of was the way her sex felt on his hand, the way she moaned out his name. Just thinking about it had Jared on the edge, ready to tumble over.

  She fumbled with her keys, then finally shoved them in the door and turned the knob.

  They pushed in, and he grabbed her, yanking her against his body the way he’d been wanting to do since they first met.

  She dropped her things and her hands tangled into his hair. He smiled against her lips and slammed the door shut behind them.

  Vanessa popped open the buttons on his shirt one by one, then pressed her hands against his bare chest. He spun her around and unzipped her dress. She shrugged her shoulders and it tumbled to the floor around her ankles.

  She turned back to him, wearing only her bra and panties. Both black. Both lacey. Both begging him to tear them off.

  Her plump lips curled up into a smile. “Do you spend all your free time in the gym or something?”

  He laughed loudly. “Hour a day.” She bit her lip. His grin grew wider.

  Then they were in each other’s arms again, lips locked together as they tumbled toward what Jared hoped was the bedroom. They pushed through the door, and, yep, bedroom.

  Vanessa’s hands were wrestling with his belt, then finally snapped it off. She unzipped his pants and his cock eagerly shoved forward.

  She took a sharp intake of air.

  “You’ve really never done this before, have you?” He remembered her earlier comment.

  Her brown eyes met his and she shook her head. “No. I don’t do the whole hookup thing.”

  “I’m honored you chose me to break that rule for.” He smiled.

  Her eyes lit up. “Why can’t I control myself around you?” Her bottom lip fell. This time, he didn’t have to fantasize about biting it. He did.

  “Don’t try.” His voice was more like a growl against her lips.

  “I shouldn’t do this.”

  “Screw should or shouldn’t.” He took her hand in his and wrapped it around his cock. “What do you want?”

  She slowly stroked him, sparks flying between their bodies as they pressed against each other. “You,” she breathed. Her eyes met his from beneath her lashes. “I want you.”

  He undid the clasp of her bra and tossed it to the side. His shoulders shrugged to let his shirt fall to the floor. Her panties absolutely had to go, so he shoved them down as she stepped out of them.

  The concepts of gentle and slow had somehow seemed to vanish from him. He tossed her onto the bed.

  Jared stared at her, splayed across the bed, naked and waiting for him.

  So much for not coming undone for anyone. This woman had him falling to his damn knees. Figuratively. And, soon enough, literally.

  She leaned up onto her elbows, her breasts shoving forward and begging to be licked. “What?”

  Jared smiled and moved over her, taking her breast in his hand and teasing her nipple. Her back arched. “I’ve been fantasizing about seeing you this way since you tried to tackle me outside of my office.”

  She giggled, but his rolling of her nipple between his fingers made it come out more like a moan. “And?” Her voice was husky, breathless.

  Jared flicked his tongue against her nipple, and she bucked beneath him. “The real you is infinitely better than my imagination.”

  He took her nipple in his mouth and began sucking, licking, and nibbling. She writhed beneath him, but he just kept going. He kissed his way to the other breast and gave it equal attention as she grew louder.

  Her hips angled up toward him, and his cock pressed against the entrance to her sex. She was slick and hot and ready for him. One thrust and he’d be inside of her, skin to skin, nothing between them.

  Jared wanted that.

  Her hips arched and the head of his cock pressed further in.

  “Fuck,” he said as he pulled back. “Condom.”

  He leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed his pants, yanking out his wallet. He tore the file packet and quickly rolled it over his length. Then he returned to her.

  Her wide eyes stared up at him, specks of gold shimmering in her irises. “You’re fucking stunning, do you know that?”

  She breathed out and smiled, and Jared thrust into her.

  She gasped. He grunted. “So tight.”

  Her sex stretched around him, taking every inch and threatening to push him over the edge after just one thrust.

  He held himself inside of her, not moving at
all. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  Vanessa squirmed beneath him, her hips grinding against his cock as her breath came heavy.

  “Don’t show me.” Jared anchored her hips in place with his hands. “Tell me.”

  He saw a flash of panic in her eyes, and then it melted away, overtaken by the desire. “I want you to fuck me.”

  He smiled. Pulled out slowly. Thrust back in. “Like that?”

  “Harder.”

  “Do what harder?”

  “Fuck me harder.”

  He took her mouth and pounded into her. Her nails bit into his back. It drove him even more wild. He loved seeing his good girl go bad just for him. Give into her desire for him. Go mad with passion for him.

  Her hips met his every thrust. They couldn’t get close enough to each other.

  Jared flipped them both over so that she was on top of him. “Take what you want.”

  She used her hands to steady herself on his chest and rode him. She slid herself up and down over his cock, taking the full length and not missing a beat. He held her hips and did all he could to hold onto his sanity.

  “Fuck Vanessa.” His words came out in pants. “I can’t— fuck.”

  She smiled and picked up her pace. “I want you to come.” Oh, hell. She did not just say that. “I want to make you come.”

  He tightened his hold on her hips and slammed her down against his cock. He angled himself so that he hit her sweet spot with every single thrust. “You first.” He wanted her to explode around him. He wanted to give her so much pleasure that it drove her insane. That every other orgasm for the rest of her life had to try and live up to this one.

  Her moans were growing louder. Her sex was squeezing around him as her body tensed.

  Yes, fuck yes.

  She screamed his name as the orgasm hit. The sound of her voice screaming his name out in pleasure drove him right over the edge, and he was there with her.

  The eruption tore through him. He pressed into her fully, his cock pulsing with each wave of blinding pleasure. He choked out her name.

  It felt like the waves would never stop coming. He’d never experienced something so mind-blowing.

  Their bodies stayed like that. Holding onto each other for dear life, their heavy breathing the only noise filling the room.

  Finally, they relaxed. Their breathing slowed. Their hearts went back to beating at a normal pace.

  Jared slowly helped her off of him, then walked to the small bathroom that was attached to the bedroom. He ditched the condom and came back, only to see her hiding beneath the covers as she looked at him with worry in her eyes.

  He lowered himself into the bed with her and pulled her warm body closer to his. She felt stiff, not like the wild woman he’d been with just moments before.

  “Are you already scolding yourself for having a good time?”

  She laughed, and her body loosened a bit. “I might be.”

  “Don’t do that.” He pulled her closer, and she rested her head on his chest. “If anyone should be filled with regret, it’s me.”

  “W-why?”

  The worry in her voice made him laugh. “Because I think you just ruined me for all other women.”

  Her body felt like it melted into him. “It was that good?”

  He chuckled. “You tell me.”

  She took a deep breath. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

  Jared’s ego was beaming. “Ditto.”

  Models. Actresses. Celebrities. Any woman he wanted.

  They’d never compare to his sexy teacher.

  ✽ ✽ ✽

  Vanessa squeezed her eyes shut and moaned at the blaring of her alarm. Usually, getting up in the morning was easy. Not this morning. There was a reason she had a set bedtime that she followed, the same one she’d been following for three years. Even on the weekends. No excuses.

  But last night, for the first time in ages, she ignored her bedtime.

  Last night… oh crap! Vanessa shot up in bed, but when she looked to her side, the bed was empty. The room was empty.

  The alarm kept beeping, getting louder with each second that passed. She hopped out of bed and shut it off. The carpeted floor was clear of all clothing but her own. She frowned and walked out into the rest of the apartment and, yep, just as empty.

  He was gone.

  Vanessa sighed and buried her face in her hand, not sure what she had expected. She’d never hooked up with somebody before, always been in committed relationships where expectations were clear and things were all discussed beforehand.

  Then again, she’d also never had two mind-blowing orgasms in a row. Okay, maybe she’d never even had one that was that good before.

  She sighed again, then jumped as her backup alarm started up on her cellphone. She walked out into the living room and found it in her bag beneath a pile of clothing. She clicked off the alarm to see a text message.

  Jared Walker: I had a wonderful night with you. See you this afternoon.

  The message had been sent just after midnight— not long after they’d had sex. He waited for her to fall asleep and then immediately bounced.

  Again… what did she expect?

  Her third alarm sounded, but this one didn’t scare her. She walked back to the bedroom and clicked off the alarm on her nightstand. Then she hopped in the shower to get ready for work.

  Her eyes were puffy from exhaustion. Her body ached from a night that felt way too good.

  She smelled like sex.

  The hot water rained down over her skin and steam filled the air around her. She poured some of her tea-tree body wash on a loofa and let the sweet smell fill her nostrils as she lathered it against her skin.

  Somehow, her morning routine didn’t feel so soothing today.

  Chapter Seven

  “So, the inspiration is a military ball. That means fancy dresses and tuxedos, a big multi-course meal, music, dancing, everything.” Vanessa smiled as she watched Brooke, one of her seniors, explain the fundraiser they’d planned to a younger student. “We’re going to put on a movie during dinner of all the good things The Walker Foundation and its members have done since it was created. That way people know where they’re giving their money to.”

  “We’ll also include information on who the founders of The Walker Foundation are,” Vanessa interjected. “We want to give a little of their service history, so we’ll have people interviewing the board members there.”

  The new girl, Grace, smiled, but her eyes said she was overwhelmed. “Where are your talents? What are the things you love doing?”

  Brooke chimed in. “We need graphic design, video editing, planners, decorators, artists, bakers, interviewers. Miss Adams, what am I missing?”

  Vanessa beamed with pride for her student. “I think you got it, Brooke.”

  She smiled.

  “What kind of videos are we making?” Grace asked.

  Brooked looped her arm in hers and pulled her from the room. “Come! I’ll show you.”

  They skipped off, and Vanessa could only assume they were heading to the computer lab. Mr. Lang was in there, monitoring.

  Vanessa may have been the one who put together the service learning project when she’d first started working at this school, but now that it had grown so much, a handful of her coworkers joined in to supervise and help out.

  She was grateful. It was hard to handle so many kids on her own, and she was happy to be able to stay mostly in her room and the hall without having to constantly count children.

  She walked over to her desk and grabbed her iced coffee, taking the straw between her lips and sucking down her life fuel. She closed her eyes for a moment and let the mixture of sweet and bitter roll over her tongue.

  “Miss Adams, isn’t Jared Walker supposed to be here today?”

  Her eyes shot open to see a female reporter and a male holding a camera behind her. She swallowed her coffee and put it back down on the desk.

  “Yes, he is suppose
d to be here.” That was good, she told herself. That was a full sentence for once, and she didn’t even have to choke it out.

  “Then where is he?”

  She lifted her shoulders and dropped them. “I have no idea.” But she’d certainly like to know that answer, too.

  “Miss Adams, do you think his new relationship with Jemma Jordan could pull his attention from this project?”

  Her stomach fell a bit. “I’m not sure what relationship you’re referring to.”

  “Last night, on Evenings with Jemma, Jared agreed to go out with her. Do you think that’s why he isn’t here today?”

  She tried not to, but couldn’t help but smile. She shook her head. “No, I don’t.” She thought about the bashful look that was surely on her face, and decided to add more while she had enough caffeine pumping through her brain to feel brave. “I don’t believe any woman could tear Jared away from something he’s so passionate about. The foundation is more important than a hookup to him.”

  Was that too much? Oh well. It was true. No matter who the hookup was with.

  If Jared wasn’t there, then there had to be good reason. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt his foundation, and that meant he’d be keeping his image in check.

  Jessica ran through the door of Vanessa’s room. “Have you seen Josh?” Her eyes were wider than they should’ve been, and Vanessa felt the worry crawl back into her stomach.

  “No, why?”

  “He’s not here. He came to school this morning, and when our kids were released to come work on the project, he walked out of class. But he’s not here.”

  Vanessa cursed under her breath. She spun to see the reporters, moving closer.

  Be like Jared. Just tell them to fuck off. She swallowed hard and garnered all the confidence she had inside of her. “I’m sorry, we need to discuss a student in private. Can you go film somewhere else?”

  The woman rolled her eyes. “We’re only here for Walker.” She dropped the controlled voice and bright smile, turning to her cameraman. “Let’s go.” He dropped the camera and followed.

  Well, that was easy.