I gently pushed her back and leaned down, sinking my mouth into her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she panted as I licked and sucked her clit. “Tyler,” she moaned.

“I want to talk about the break-ins more later,” I warned her. “I want to know about your parents, your career, everything…” I demanded, stroking my cock as I kissed her heat.

“Tyler, please.” She squirmed. “No more talking. Later, okay?”

“Always so hungry,” I teased. “I love it.”

“Then prove it,” she fumed, arching her head up to look at me. “Or can’t you keep up?”

I ground my teeth together, and my fingers tightened on her hip.

Little…

God, I fucking loved her.

Not thinking twice, I shot up and flipped her over onto her stomach with her knees on the floor. Yanking her thighs apart, I pulled her back to me and slid into her.

“Tyler!” she cried out, and I took a fistful of her hair, tugging slightly.

“You didn’t want it slow, did you?” I pawed her breast possessively.

She shook her head. “Uh-uh,” she whimpered.

I thrust into her harder and faster, groaning when she began backing up into it. Her pussy was so tight, squeezing my dick like a hand. I couldn’t believe I thought I could do without her.

“Sir.” Patrick came over the intercom, and I slowed. “Where am I taking you?”

I leaned down, turning Easton’s head so her lips met mine. “You don’t belong anywhere I’m not,” I whispered.

She kissed me slowly, nodding.

I leaned back up, rocking into her and feeling her pussy clench and spasm.

“Home, Patrick,” I choked out. “Take us home.”

TWENTY-SIX

EASTON

Nothing good ever comes easy.

The picture of Tyler and me together was all over the Internet – the news of our relationship had become public knowledge now, and there was no turning back. Saturday night he’d claimed me, throwing his ambitions to the wind and risking what he wanted for himself to have me instead.

I had never felt so loved by someone.

Even my parents had never put me first, above everything else. My career was more important to them, not my sanity or safety.

Tyler and I had spent that night at his house, and when he woke up the next morning, I was the first thing he needed. He didn’t check his phone, his e-mails, or explore the damage we might have done to our careers. We screwed and laughed and ate, and then we talked to Christian when he came home from his friend’s house.

All in all, we were very lucky. The spin Jay had put on the story minimized the damage, and Tyler had called Christian’s mother yesterday to talk about the situation. Not that she needed to know the details, but we wanted her to find out from us before she did another way.

She was livid. She already didn’t trust Tyler, and she didn’t know me well, so she took it exactly how I expected. As a betrayal.

Until she talked to Christian. I don’t know what he said, but I had a definite feeling I was still unaware of the magnitude of Christian’s abilities.

He seemed to calm her down enough for her to not rush home. Although he did have to sweeten her up by agreeing to spend Christmas with her and his stepfather.

There would be some growing pains as we adjusted to the ramifications and the public attention to our relationship, but I already felt like I was so much luckier than I should’ve been.

On Monday morning I stepped into the school office dressed in khaki skinny pants and a long-sleeved blouse with a romantic-looking tie collar. My interview about my teaching methods was this afternoon, so I’d chosen to dress conservatively but fashionably.

“Does he have a moment for me?” I asked Mrs. Vincent as I stepped up to her desk.

She popped her head up, and a look crossed her face when she realized it was me. I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad, but it was clear she knew what was going on.

“I think so.” She nodded. “Go on in.”

I approached the principal’s office door, knocking even though it was half open.

“Mr. Shaw?” I broached.

He glanced over his shoulder, standing with his hands in his file cabinet, and offered a tight smile.

“Easton, hello.” He sighed. “Come in. I’m glad you stopped by.”

I walked in, making sure to close the door behind me, because I didn’t need Mrs. Vincent knowing more than she already did. I kept my back straight and my shoulders squared, even though I felt like I wore a badge of shame.

I’d screwed a student’s parent. I was a slut who was a threat to all of the other families in the school.

That’s how some parents and other teachers might see it.

They wouldn’t see that I was in love. That Tyler Marek was the one man to break me open and love and need everything he saw.

That he was the one man I needed in the same way.

I sat down in one of the chairs opposite Mr. Shaw’s desk and placed my arms on the armrests. I cleared my throat. “I wanted to speak to you about —”

“I know,” he cut me off, dropping the file folders he’d retrieved from his cabinet onto his desk. “I already spoke with Mr. Marek, and I saw the photo online,” he told me, and then asked, “When did this start?”

I lifted my chin, owning up. “We met at Mardi Gras last February,” I explained. “But we didn’t begin pursuing a relationship until this school year.”