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Bad Teacher
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-- EXCERPT: I step closer until she finally raises her head and sees me. Her eyes, hidden under thick lashes, sparkle with enthusiasm as she looks up at me. She playfully bites her lip as I approach, and I reciprocate with an added tongue swipe. Her brow rises as I place my hand on her hip, pulling her closer toward me. She hesitates a second, but when the beat drops, her hands slide up to my shoulders, and she starts to dance. The friction between us is undeniable, her ass swaying side to side against my hands. I cop a feel, which she doesn’t seem to mind. We inch closer and closer, her eyes irresistible, but her mouth even more so. When our lips almost touch, her lips part. “Who are you?” she whispers. “Call me John …” I murmur. “John who?” “John Doe.” She smirks. “Your real name.” I twirl her around in my arm and lean on her shoulder, my lips dangerously close to her neck. She takes in a sharp breath of air as my teeth graze her skin, my breath probably already setting her on fire. “Do you really want to know?” Slowly, she nods her head. “Hmm … all right. Because you’re so curious. Let’s do two questions.” “Two?” “You ask me a question, I answer, then I ask you a question, and you answer.” “Okay. Who goes first?” she asks. “You.” I smirk. “Why did you pick me?” “I saw you in your high heels and your tight skirt. I like how you looked back,” I whisper, licking my lips. “My turn. Do you like to dance with strangers?” “Is that a real question?” “Ah-ah,” I say. “Can’t answer with a question.” “Okay. Well, then I guess … maybe?” “Hmm …” Her hips grind against mine as we lose ourselves in the music. My body close to hers, it’s almost as if we’re becoming one. We don’t know each other … and that makes it perfect. “My turn,” she says. “Do you do this often?” “Yes.” “That’s not really an answer,” she says. “Then don’t ask a question that can be answered with just one word,” I muse. She sighs. “You’re a know-it-all, aren’t you?” “I just like games and rules,” I say with an arrogant smile. “Last one … What would you say if I took you home tonight and fucked you like you’ve never been fucked before?” She sucks in a short breath. I place a hand over her mouth. “Don’t answer yet. Dance with me first.” We dance some more, my hands incapable of staying off her. As I become heady from the lust, I press a soft, succulent kiss on her neck, which creates goose bumps all over her body. Her body melts in my arms, and my cock stiffens in response. “I can’t control myself …” I whisper into her ear. She twists around in my arms again, and we dance closer than before, my hands on her body in places they shouldn’t be. She leans in, so I go in for the kill. I kiss her full on the lips, enjoying the spicy taste of her drink. She kisses me back just as fervently, and I take it as a sign to kiss her harder, faster. I show her what’s in store for her if she goes home with me. And right when she becomes needy, I stop, pull back, and let her suck in the empty air. “Are you game?” I ask. “Yeah …” she mutters under a heavy breath. “No names. No numbers.” “Isn’t that dangerous?” “Fuck yes, it is.” “Hmmm …” A smile forms on her lips. “I like dangerous.”
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