Tenure

15. James

15

James

Watching her solve that equation is possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen a woman do, and my erection is literally screaming at me to throw her over my shoulder and fuck her until she bleeds .

“What?” she whispers, finally raising her big brown eyes to look at me, her cheeks as pink as a cartoon.

I stand up, not bothering to hide the bulge in my pants, grip her elbow, and haul her up.

“I said get in my bed.”

“James, I—”

I take a step back, giving her a little space. This is it. This is the moment she can choose to walk away or not. But if she comes in there, I’m never letting her leave.

I wait, patiently, while she looks up at me with a mixture of confusion and heat scrawled all over her pretty little face. But most noticeably, and surprisingly, is nerves.

Yeah, baby, I’m not a high school boy. I’ll do you right.

Her eyes run down my chest and torso, pausing at my hips before dropping to my cock. Her breathing accelerates and my patience is wearing thin.

Tick fucking tock, Kiernan.

But she stands there, paralyzed by indecision, and I think about her dirty hands and knees from last night, her disheveled shirt.

Everything cools except my temper.

I take a deep breath and another step back. She blinks, looking up at me, and her soft brown eyes almost have me dropping to my knees.

Shit. I’m pushing too hard.

She’s staring at me, searching my face for something. But before I can think too hard about what I just told her to do, I push past her to head down the hall.

“I need a shower,” I bite out. “Bloody eat something.”

I shut the door to my bathroom a little too hard, angrily flipping on the taps to my steam shower and ripping my shirt off over my head. I step into the scalding hot spray, but my hard-on isn’t deterred. I press my forehead to the tile, back burning, and try to calm myself down.

In the past twenty-four hours, I’ve fingered a high school student in front of another staff member, jerked off in my office, seriously considered murdering someone, driven a drunk, possibly underaged, girl to my apartment, and just as good as ordered her to bend over so I can fuck her.

I’m going to lose my job.

I tap my forehead to the tile and try to ignore the obnoxiously loud voice screaming at me that it would be worth it.

I hear a noise and stiffen, slowly turning my head to see Kiernan shutting the door behind her, her hands behind her back, as she leans against it with her bottom lip sucked in.

She stares at my face for a minute before her eyes drop to my cock, her mouth falling open a little, before she seems to steel herself, grabs the hem of my shirt, and pulls it over her head letting it drop to the floor.

My guts fall all over the floor along with it.

She’s pale, slender and smooth, and entirely unblemished and I want to mark every fucking inch of her with my teeth. Her breasts are small, barely a handful, brown nipples tightening into dappled peaks as we stare at each other, chests heaving.

She walks towards me, hips swaying, eyes on mine, face full of nerves again, and I resist the urge to smack her.

Confidence. Where’s your fucking confidence?

I reach behind me and turn down the temperature as she steps in so it doesn’t scald her. She’s so close my skin is humming, cock kicking, but she seems skittish, and I can’t help but worry.

“Kiernan . . . are you okay?” I ask.

She looks up at me, her expression almost pissed.

“I’m fine.”

“About last night . . . I—”

“Nothing happened. I said I’m fine.”

Her tone is snippy and curt, and my nostrils flare as my eyes track the rivulets of water running down her neck, breasts, belly . . .

“Then why are you so fucking nervous?”

She reaches out and wraps her hand tightly around my cock, and I suck in a breath. She tugs, forcing me to step forward, our bodies pressed together.

“I’m not,” she says, and then she grabs the back of my neck with her other hand and yanks me down, kissing me as hard as she can while squeezing my cock hard enough to make me grunt.

There’s my girl.

I shove her into the wall, her naked back against the tile, my cock so close to her slit I can feel the heat radiating out of her.

“Oh, you’re definitely nervous,” I say, “but it’s too late now.”

I’m going to eat you alive.