Eighteen. A legal adult. Before I can stop it, my mind goes haywire with possibilities.
I shut that shit down before it can take root. Just because she’s of age doesn’t mean I should run my hand over her pelvis until I reach her pussy, just like she described in her paper. It doesn’t mean I should kiss down the valley of her breasts until I reach a peak and suck her nipple into my mouth. It certainly doesn’t mean I should sink my cock so deep inside her she’ll feel nothing but me for days.
She’s my student, for fuck’s sake. She’s also innocent. I can tell that just from looking at her. Despite her age and the way kids behave these days, I honestly wonder if she’s even kissed a boy.
And fuck, at that thought, I can’t help but want to be the first to lay my lips against hers. The first to give her any type of sexual pleasure.
What in the hell is wrong with you, August? Get your shit together.
Listening to the reasonable part of my brain, I get up from my perch against the desk. I need her out of this classroom before I do something stupid.
Like bend her over my desk and spank her ass for being so goddamn tempting.
I clear my throat and turn away from Luna, pretending to shuffle some papers on my desk.
“I’m going to let it slide this time, but how about you take more care in your next assignment. I’d hate to have to call your parents in and discuss this with them.”
I hear her sharp inhale of breath, but I don’t turn to witness it. I can just imagine the horror on her face at the thought of her parents knowing about her little fantasy of me.
“Please don’t do that,” she whispers behind me.
“Then be sure you submit the right paper next time,” I grunt my reply.
“Yes, Mr. Monroe,” comes her soft reply.
We won’t discuss what hearing her call me Mr. Monroe does to my dick.
Because I’m still not strong enough to look at her, I keep my back to her as she gets up from the desk and gathers her things. Her shoes pad across the floor. Before she can walk out, I turn around, too damn weak to keep from looking at her one last time.
“Miss Hendrix,” I call and she looks at me over her shoulder. “To answer the question you asked in your paper, I do fuck dirty.”
The only thing I see before I give her my back again, is her wide eyes and the sexy-as-fuck blush on her face.
I wait until I hear the door close before I let out a long breath. Walking around my desk, I drop down into the chair and rake my hands through my hair. I tip my head back and close my eyes.
It’s a mistake, because an image of Luna in bed pops into my mind. She’s lying back against some pillows, and she has one of her hands shoved underneath her panties. She plays with herself while her thoughts are filled of me.
Chapter 3
LUNA
“Hey, sweetie. How was school today?” Mom asks as soon as I walk in the door later that day. She’s coming down the stairs with a basket full of clothes.
I shrug and drop my car keys on the small table beside the door. “It was okay.”
“Just okay?” Her brows pull down. “Did anything happen?”
There’s no way I’m telling Mom about the mishap with my assignment. Mom and I are close, but what teenage girl is close enough with their mom to tell them they pretty much announced to their English teacher that they have a major crush on him?
No freaking way.
I avoid Mom’s eyes because she’s always been able to tell if there’s something wrong with me. “No, nothing happened. It was just a typical day at school.”
It was so far away from a typical day. I’m pretty sure I’m the only girl on the planet to ever do what I did.
“Okay then.” Mom still doesn’t sound convinced, but she doesn’t push, thank goodness. “Dinner will be ready in a couple of hours. We’re having meatloaf.”
“That sounds good,” I reply, already heading toward the stairs. “Let me know if you need any help cooking.”