Page 57 of Reformation

Look away, Paige. Don’t be distracted by his arms. Arms that could pin you against the wall while he has his way with you…

“We can’t be late,” he says nonchalantly. “You are in charge. I’m the one announcing the food drive winners, which is in the envelope you are holding. Let’s face it, they can’t start without us. We can go in whenever we want.”

It’s like this man doesn’t even know me.

I stomp in front of him and poke him in the chest, which doesn’t do a lot of good considering he towers over me. That, and his chest is like stone.

No. Don’t think about his chest. Snap out of it!

“Listen here, mister. We are fixin’ to show all those Helicopters that I can put on a gosh darn amazing spring carnival and food drive that is worthy of their ridiculous standards. I have busted my butt on this. I put a time schedule together for a reason. My volunteers are following it. We will follow it. Do I make myself clear, or do I need to explain that to you again?”

If I used that language with my class, they would be stunned into silence and be doing anything I asked. But with Garrett? I swear my rant just makes him horny.

The smile he gives me confirms it.

And now I’m horny… Again.

“I love it when you go all Alabama on my ass,” he says, leaning in so I can feel his breath on my ear. “I’m sorry, Miss Blackstone. I was a bad boy. Do I get a spanking?”

This earns him an eye roll and a smack across the chest. “You’re going to be in time out if you keep this up.”

“Does time out involve spanking? I’m so down for it if it involves spanking, Miss Blackstone.”

This man. I want to be mad at him. He’s making us late. I’ve worked my butt off on this carnival and food drive and I’m determined to see it go off without a hitch. Especially after I heard Amalie telling everyone who would listen yesterday during setup that people were just showing up out of pity and to see if their kid’s class won the food drive.

Screw that.

But if Garrett keeps looking at me like that, like he wants to do very naughty things to me in my classroom, then I won’t need to play one of the games to be the lucky winner. I have a feeling Garrett would more than make sure I won.

Many times.

So I do the only thing I can think of doing. It’s something I have never done before. Something I have never even thought to do before in any of my past, short-lived relationships. I play dirty.

“Come here,” I say, and he does. I reach up and place a gentle kiss on his jaw before leaning close to whisper in his ear. “Do you remember that dress that I wore at the champagne lunch? The one Kelly let me keep after I modeled it?”

He nods and I can hear him swallow, which I don’t know why it turns me on, but it absolutely does. “If you’re a good boy, and listen to everything I say, then maybe there will be spanking later that involves a pair of high heels and that dress.”

All I hear is a groan as I walk out of my classroom.

It’s time to put on a carnival.

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Garrett

Paige was on time for the carnival. I needed a few minutes to calm down.

Why? Because my sweet-as-pie kindergarten teacher girlfriend apparently knows how to talk dirty and now I’m sitting in her classroom with a hard cock and the vision of Paige as a naughty school teacher spanking me with a ruler wearing the fuck-me heels from the charity event.

Maybe she’d wear her glasses when she did it…

It’s funny, I went months without sex and barely missed it, which was weird, because I used to love it. I honestly think Annika sucked the joy out of my life so much that she even took that away from me.

With Paige I’m using every ounce of self-control I have. I know we need to take it slow. I know she needs time. I needed time too. But when she says stuff like she just did, it drives me fucking crazy.

We’ve kissed. A lot. Light touching. Nothing under the clothes. And I’m OK with that. She’s comfortable and that’s what’s most important.

And when she’s in stern teacher mode like she was before she left? Forget about it. I’m hard as fucking stone. I want to bend her over that desk and fuck her until she can’t walk the next day.

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