sakura
Blaise Harleen had basically caught us!
I tried to calm my racing heart after Callan locked the door behind me for lunch, but my stomach was in knots.
What if he says something to someone? His father? What if Callan’s wife finds out about it?
“Don’t worry,” Callan said, sitting at his desk.
After scurrying farther into the room, I glanced at the chair he must’ve placed across his desk. In front of it was a container of freshly baked food from what looked like Stop and Shop and a bag of … pickle-flavored chips?
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Pickle-flavored chips. You had some in your car last night,” he said sheepishly. “I saw them through the back window.”
The chips had been in my backseat from my Walmart trip the other night, where I had just hurled anything into my cart because Gunther was with me. I hadn’t realized what was in my cart when I checked out.
But if Callan had bought these for me, that meant …
“Do you not want them?” he asked.
My eyes widened, and I snapped out of my thoughts. I took the chips from him and smiled. “No,” I said even though I had never tasted this flavor. “Thank you so much for getting this for me. I love them!”
A small fib, but I didn’t want him to feel weird.
“Well … since you got me some chips, I brought you a book for you to read to me,” I said, digging around inside my backpack for one of the many smutty books I secretly had at home from my all-time favorite author Kayleigh Stone. Doesn’t every nerdy girl have a secret collection of steamy books that they hide from their parents?
He took the smutty book from me. “Where’d you find this?”
“Oh, you know, just lying on my bookshelf at home.”
He flipped through the pages and chuckled. “You have porn books just lying around?”
“Excuse me!” I giggled. “It’s not a porn book! There is definitely some romance in there.”
“Buried under pages of filth.”
I smirked and hmphed at him. “I would like you to read it. I’m having some trouble understanding some of it. And I mean, you are the Literature professor. I’m sure you can find some deep meaning in it.”
He cocked a brow. “You have a hard time understanding a chapter titled ‘Fucking 101’?” He continued to flip through the book. “What about ‘Cock Riding’? ‘Squirting’? Oh, and my personal favorite …” He smirked. “ ‘Throat Fucking.’ ” He gazed over at me. “This shouldn’t be hard for you to understand, Sakura. You showed me how well you can do this last one today.”
My cheeks burned, and I crossed my arms. “Well, maybe I just wanna hear you read it.”
Something about a man reading a romance book to me …
Warmth exploded through my body, and I pressed my lips together to stop myself from whimpering. Callan had already fucked me senseless today, and then we’d practically gotten caught by his nephew.
“You read it to me,” he said, handing me the book.
“What? No! I asked first.”
“You want me to read the book to you because you don’t want to say all these filthy words aloud.”
“What?!” I exclaimed. “Totally not true!”
“Go ahead then,” he urged. “Read it to me.”
I snatched the book from his hand and took a sharp breath, staring at the dirty words scattered along the page. I glanced back up at that smirk on his face, like he was betting I wouldn’t read a single word out loud.
So, that was exactly what I was going to do.
“Once about four inches were buried inside me, he stopped and peered down. ‘Your fucking pussy takes cock so well,’ he growled, dark, hooded eyes gazing down upon me. ‘Tell me to push it deeper.’ ”
Cheeks reddening, I peered back up at Callan and pressed my lips together.
“ ‘Push it deeper, Professor Patton,’ I breathily whimpered. ‘Please.’ ”
“He pushed it another inch deeper and grunted. ‘The way your pussy lips spread and swallow this toy whole, Sierra … ’ Another inch. ‘It gets me hard as fucking hell,’ he growled, then slammed the rest of the toy into me.”
God, I would never do this again.
I snapped the book closed and pushed my shoulders back, avoiding all eye contact with him. “Okay, that’s enough for now. I have lunch to eat before my next period.” I tore open the bag of chips and stared down at the green-dyed chips.
I hate pickles.
But I didn’t want to read any more of that book.
After reaching into the bag, I pulled one out and reluctantly put it into my mouth.
He gazed over at me and chuckled. “You look like you’ve never tasted one before.”
I scrunched my nose and swallowed it, a small smile stretching across my lips. I leaned forward and swung my legs back and forth. “Can I tell you a secret?” I asked, realizing that I wouldn’t be able to eat any more of these god-awful chips. “I, uh, have never actually tried any of the things that were in the bags. I picked up that stuff while at Walmart because Gunther was … making me nervous.”
Callan flashed me an embarrassed smile. “I … sorry about that.”
When he grabbed my chips to toss them into the trash, I grabbed his muscular forearm and stopped him. “No, I really appreciate that. Nobody has ever thought about me enough to buy me something they thought I liked for lunch.”
“I think about you all the time,” Callan said.
And then, as if he hadn’t meant to say those words aloud, he tugged his arm back and looked away. Sitting back in his seat, he scratched the back of his head. “For Literature, of course.”
Warmth spread through my body.
Callan Avery—the cold and callous teacher who had given me detention—was blushing.
Blushing!
He could lie to me all he wanted, but I knew that he didn’t just think of me as another one of his students, as the smartest girl at Redwood Academy who loved literature. Callan had thought about me outside of school, just like I had thought about him.
Butterflies erupted in my stomach.
What do I mean to him? Who am I becoming to him?
When I didn’t respond, Callan looked over at me. I flickered my gaze to his lips and pressed my thighs together. Those little memories of last night had been burned into my head. I wanted to kiss him so badly again.
“For Literature,” I teased. “That’s all, huh? Well, that’s the only time I think about you too.”
A small smile crossed his lips again, cheeks rounding. His gaze dropped to my lips, and I inhaled sharply. He gently brushed his fingers against the bottom of my chin, lifting it and drawing me forward.
Somehow, I felt more frightened to get caught in these innocent little moments between us than when he was slamming into me on his desk. But I didn’t want to move away. The door was locked, and I wanted more of him.
When our lips were centimeters apart, I sucked in a sharp breath.
“That’s the only time you think about me?” he asked.
“Yep,” I murmured. “The only time.”
“Somehow, I think that’s a lie.”
“I guess we’re both liars then,” I said and then kissed him.