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shower with her, CJ left and was drying off before she answered him. “I

am going out with some friends.”

Osten scowled slightly. He felt himself growing more possessive

with each passing second. Even before he had made love to her, he’d

felt that way; but now, it was almost off the charts. Biting back his

growl, he said. “That’s good. What about lunch? Can you do lunch

today?”

She stuck her head back in the shower and ogled the man who

was lathering up in there. “Don’t you have to work?”

Running soapy hands over his defined chest, Osten grinned at

her. “Yep. But not today. I have to work tomorrow.”

“I can do lunch. Where do you want to meet?”

With a lewd leer, he pointed to the shower. “How about right

here, against this wall?”

Narrowing her eyes in return, CJ said, “Oh, I don’t know if I’d

be done with you in that short of time.” Letting her eyes land on his

semi-erect cock, she deliberately licked her lips, long and slow. “I

would need at least an hour to enjoy that.”

Semi-erect became fully erect. Osten reached for her, but CJ

skipped back and slipped out the door. “CJ,” his partially amused roar

came through the door.

Chantoya got dressed in record time. She had just poured her

coffee when Osten walked into the kitchen all gorgeous with nothing on

but a tan towel around his waist. His hair was damp and he was

between her and the door. Osten crossed his thick arms over his chest

and watched her.

“That wasn’t very nice you know,” he reprimanded. “Leaving

me alone like that.”

“I didn’t want to,” she admitted, her eyes glued to how his to-

wel was beginning to tent out.

“Jesus, I can’t control myself around you.” Osten gestured to-

ward his swollen penis.

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Snapping her lid on her coffee, CJ asked, “Is that such a bad

thing?”

“Only when you have to leave.” He spoke from right beside her.

“I wish I didn’t. I would love to help you out,” she purred as her

hand moved between them and touched the terrycloth tent.

Osten just stared at her with his dark eyes. They moved over her

aquamarine shirt and black slacks.

CJ knew she had to get going. She was already late. Neverthe-

less, she jerked on the cloth in her hand, dropped it to the floor, and

followed it down until she was on her knees before him.

Before he could say a word, her lips were wrapped around his

cock. CJ closed her eyes in bliss as she licked and sucked at the flesh in

her mouth. He was a good as she imagined he would taste.

Swiping her tongue across the head, she was granted a moan.

One hand circled the base of his penis as her mouth began to move.

Up and down, her head bobbed, her hand matching the action.

Osten was grabbing the counter with one hand and the other was fisted

so he didn’t mess up her perfectly coifed hair.

He looked down at the vixen on her knees in front of him.

Dressed the professional every inch, she was giving him a blowjob that

would make anyone take notice.

Her lashes rested on her cheeks as she slurped on his thick cock

as if it were a Popsicle in the middle of summer. He was so close to

coming, and all it took was the warmth of her mouth around him.

CJ dropped her hand from his dick and began playing with his

balls as she took more and more of him in her mouth. The pressure she

maintained on him was constant and perfect. Her nails lightly scraped

along his scrotum and he felt them began to tighten.

She purred in the back of her throat, the vibrations rocketing

through his sensitive erection, bringing him closer yet. Faster her head

moved, tighter her suction became, and it didn’t take long for Osten to

erupt deep within her mouth.

“Shit!” he shouted to the room. His hips bucked one more time,

shoving his dick deep into her throat as he unloaded.

CJ dug both her hands into the backs of his thighs, holding him

in place until he finished. As she pulled her mouth slowly off him,

Osten was counting on his one hand to hold him up.

Standing, CJ licked her lips, winked, and disappeared down the

hall. Moments later she was back. “See you for lunch,” she said.

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“Thanks for breakfast. It really hit the spot.” Then she was gone, leaving

him lightheaded, horny, and falling deeper into love.

E l e v e n

Despite how last night had made her feel, Chantoya Jackson was

nothing but business as she faced down the freshman who had tried to

cheat in her class. Regardless of her reputation for being a wonderful

teacher, she despised having students who cheated in her courses. With

the exception of Biology I, she otherwise taught to the students who

were pursuing a more academic career. The ones who wanted the

scholarships for higher education. The college preparatory classes.

For that reason, she was downright harsh when she caught chea-

ters. Cheating was bad enough, but if one
chose
to take her class then

one had better be ready to work in it.

The three she stared at were suddenly not as brave or arrogant

as when they had entered. CJ had called parents in to be a part of this

meeting, even though it was first offense. When it came to things like

this, she took no quarter.

“So,” she explained to both students and parents. “I will give

them one more chance in my class, but if I catch them cheating again,

they will be thrown out. I have no time in my day to spend keeping my

eye out for ones who don’t want to do this work honestly.”

Her gaze shifted from parents back to the trio of students. “I

have some of the brightest students in the school in my classes and I
will

not cheapen their hard work to acquire that name by putting up with

students who cheat. Now, I normally am a very laidback teacher, and I

will do my best to get you ready for college, but you have to give me

your all. Honestly.” She placed her hands down on the desk she stood

behind.

“You are doing nothing but hurting yourself in the long run.

College isn’t anything like high school. And it’s not fair to my other

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students for you to be taking up so much of my attention.” Her eyes

snapped fire as she made sure to make eye contact with each of the

kids.

“If you need the extra supervision, I’ve asked one of your par-

ents to sit in the class, which would free me up to pay attention to the

other students as opposed to making sure you weren’t cheating. So

should you long to have one or both of your parents sitting with you in

class, then we can go that route.”

At the horrified looks on their faces, she added, “Or you can

give me your word that you won’t even attempt to do something like

this again.” CJ crossed her arms and waited for the response.

“We won’t do that again, Ms. J,” they answered as one. “We are

so sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” CJ said easily. “I guess you should apolog-

ize to your parents as well for keeping them from work. She stood and

shook each parent’s hand. “Excuse me; I have another meeting to get to.

Thanks for coming in.” Then she left the students with their less-than-

pleased parents.

Moving down the hall, CJ groaned as she saw Abigail coming

around the corner. “Morning, Abigail,” CJ said politely.

“Morning,” she snapped. Abigail fell into step with CJ as they

were both going to the staff meeting. “I heard you went to the football

game with Osten.”

“I did.”
And last night he slept in my bed with me.

“I thought you had a policy about dating people at work?” The

question was snide.

“I do. But he doesn’t work here and it wasn’t a date. He was

asked by some of the students to come and so he caught a ride with

me.” CJ had to control her response; she really didn’t like people all up

in her personal business.

“Oh.” Suddenly Abigail was a lot nicer sounding. “Well, maybe

I will ask him out. He’s so good looking. With all those muscles, I bet he

is amazing in bed.”

Biting her tongue to keep in her response, CJ grunted noncom-

mittally.
He is more than amazing, you stupid bitch!

“You know he will want to date me. I am a woman who looks

good on every man’s arm. I wonder when I should ask him.” With a

toss of her hair, Abigail looked over at CJ.

Stopping before the door of the teacher’s lounge, CJ gave into

the devil on her shoulder. “Well,” she half purred, half snarled. “You

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can always ask him at the Winter Formal. He’ll be there with me.” She

snatched open the door and stomped inside leaving Abigail to follow.

The whole meeting passed with CJ feeling like gloating. Abigail

continued to send her evil glares, but it didn’t matter. The knowledge

that she finally got under Abigail’s skin was enough to put her in an

even better mood.
Who knew being a bitch could be so much fun?

As they were leaving the lounge, Abigail muttered something

spiteful under her breath, which resulted in CJ acquiring a bigger smile

on her face. “Hey Marvin,” CJ said as she refilled her coffee mug. “How

are you today?”

“Not to bad,” he said in his deep voice as he reached for the cof-

fee pot after she was done with it. “Yourself?”

“Good.” And she was. She glanced down and her eyes widened

in shock. “Marvin! What happened to your hand?” CJ pointed to his

right hand that was wrapped in gauze.

The physical education teacher looked at her, silent for a mo-

ment. Then he shook his head. “I did something foolish. I’m fine

though. Nothing to worry about.” A large smile filled his dark face.

“Nice to know you care.”

“Well, I don’t want you to be hurt, Marvin. Don’t be silly.” CJ

added French Vanilla creamer to her coffee and stirred it in, not seeing

the gleam that grew in the other man’s gaze.

“When are we going out?” He dumped some sugar in his mug

and reached for a spoon.

“I’m not sure that would be possible. I’m dating someone, so it

wouldn’t be fair to either of you. And I am not like that.” She reached

out for his arm and placed her hand on it briefly. “I’m sorry. I truly like

you Marvin, but only as a friend.”

The hint of something swarmed in the back of his sienna gaze.

“So I’m destined to be stuck in the friend category, am I?” He nodded

as he picked up a thing of half-n-half and added it into his drink.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Well,” he said in a voice both of them could tell was forced to

be cheery. “I’ll take what I can get.” Dropping the container in the trash,

Marvin picked up his mug and turned to the door. “I should get going.

I have to go relieve my sub from watching over my weight-lifting

class.” Then he walked out as the bell rang.

Cleaning up after herself, CJ wondered about his attitude. Mar-

vin seemed lost in thought and not entirely thrilled about her decision.

Her head shook as she took a swallow of her drink. It was perfect.

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Closing the lounge door after her, she walked down the hall to-

ward her classroom. Speaking with the students as she moved through

them, she encouraged them to hurry along and get to class.

Her morning flew by. During one change of classes, Gordon

stuck his head in to see how her meeting went with the students and

their teachers. He was leaving as Osten walked in carrying a bag of

takeout.

He and Gordon nodded at each other and when it was just the

two of them alone he kissed her long and hard. “I’ve missed you all

day,” Osten muttered against her swollen lips.

“Stop it, Osten. I’m at school; I have to have some pretense of

decorum.” CJ pulled back from him and sat down at a table where she

could keep an eye on the door.

“Sorry,” he said, following her to the chosen table. Opening the

bag he removed covered plates and placed one in front of her. “Here

you go, I hope you like chicken parmesan.”

“I love it, don’t eat it often, but I love it.” Happily, she reached

for a fork and proceeded to uncover the dish to reveal food that was still

warm. “Oh, this smells divine,” she purred.

Osten chose to ignore that sexy sound and uncovered his dish as

well. Reaching into another bag, he took out two waters and placed one

before himself and CJ. “I have ravioli with meat sauce if you want that

instead.”

“No, this is just fine,” she paused and looked at him. “Unless

you want this.”

Wicked fire flickered in his eyes. “I want you,” he swore.

She smiled saucily. “I’m not on the menu.”

“Want to be?” He winked as he began to eat.

Chatter was light and fun as they ate lunch. They were cleaning

up when her door swung open and Abigail walked in. The scowl on her

face vanished the second she saw who was in the room with CJ.

“Oh,” she said sweetly as her heels clicked loudly as she walked

across the lab floor. “I didn’t know you were here, Osten.” Abigail

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