Page 74 of Adoring Delaney

“I’m a teacher. High school math.”

“A teacher?” A lascivious grin plastered on his face and I knew where his mind had gone.

Asshole.

“Yeah.”

“You don’t look like any teacher I ever had.” He shook his head for good measure. “Bet the boys are fighting to get into your class, suddenly taking a liking to mathematics.”

“They’re taking a liking to something, though I doubt it’s addition and subtraction,” Logan mumbled.

“Gross,” Laney complained.

“Maybe, but it’s the truth,” Drake told her.

“We can’t be friends,” Laney declared. “If you ever say that again, I’ll have to break up with you.”

Five men sat up straight, all eyes on Laney, then the patio was filled with booming laughter.

“What?” Laney turned to face me. “It’s disgusting. I wanna throw up a little now.”

“Babe. Seriously.” I smiled.

“Seriously, what?”

“You’re fucking hot. I’ve seen you leave in the morning to go to school in your heels and skirts. They may be teenagers, but they’re definitely hot for teacher.”

“Carter!” she snapped. “Can we please end this conversation before I quit my job.”

“Sure, baby. You know what you want?”

“Yes.”

Delaney disgruntled and full of attitude was hot as hell. I couldn’t stop the chuckle and I didn’t try. When her lips tipped up and she gave me one of her pretty smiles it hit me, like they always do, straight in the heart then in my dick, and like all the other times before I was fighting getting hard.

Her smile turned wicked, she knew what she was doing to me and she liked it.

The waitress came over to take our orders and spent a good amount trying to talk to Trey, making her time at our table longer than it needed to be.

“Well, that was annoying,” Delaney muttered. “So, Carter tells me you have some fun stories to tell me.”

“No, I didn’t. I told you to ignore any story they tell you, not that they’d be fun.”

“Yeah, yeah, same difference.” She waved her hand in front of her face and glanced around the table hopefully.

“Vastly different, Laney baby.”

“He ever tell you about the time he lost a bet and had to eat a bag full of gummy bears?” Matt asked.

“Gummy bears? That doesn’t sound like a punishment.”

I groaned at the memory and Matt smiled. Dick.

“The eating part isn’t, but the evacuation of your gastrointestinal tract is,” Matt explained.

“Really?” Laney laughed.

“Oh, yeah. It was a mad dash to the head,” Drake added, chuckling. “And we were on deployment.”

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