Page 70 of Deeply Examined

I raise my eyebrows questioningly, and she mouths back silently, “My principal. Wilson.”

Crap. I’ve heard her say that name before. Wilson. Her boss. Literally the worst person in the world to catch us in this position. She’d be fired for sure, which I know would kill her. Jessica loves her students like they’re her own.

Rapidly, I think through every scenario possible, wanting to be the hero who saves her. Should I go out there and attack the guy? Knock him out so she can escape? No. Too risky. Should I throw something across the room and when he goes to investigate the source of the noise, we sneak out? No. That only works in the movies. What else can I do?

As usual, Jessica reads my mind. She shakes her head at me, pleading silently for us to stay still. She lifts a single finger to her mouth in a “shhh” gesture. I nod back, agreeing with her that our best shot is to stay hidden and hope this guy moves on.

Clutching each other, we watch tense with fear as Wilson steps closer. His shadow slips across the room and under the curtain that separates us. If it had eyes, we’d be finished. He talks loudly, telling someone how he hates the Board of Education and how he thinks they’re all a bunch of idiots with their heads stuck up their butts. His voice is high with a whistling, nasal tone. It’s vaguely familiar, but I can’t place it.

We stay frozen, barely breathing. The curtain twitches as he walks past, yammering on about how whiney and demanding his teachers are and how if they don’t raise their test scores this year, he’s going to fire them all himself.

That makes Jessica turn five shades of red. She glares at the curtain that separates us.

Finally, Wilson’s footsteps grow fainter as he heads toward the door to the parking lot, which is on the other side of the room. As he leaves, the last of his words trail back to us. “Still can’t believe I got stuck in this loser school. It’s all because of McMillian down on the board. I swear he’s got it out for me.” The door slams shut behind him, thankfully ending his stream of negativity.

“What a dick!” I say in my quietest voice, unsure how far away her principal is.

“He’s an asshole,” Jessica hiss-whispers in agreement. Angry blotches still paint her cheeks.

I’d assumed that interruption had ruined our little escapade, but Jessica proves me wrong. She lets out a relieved sigh, then kisses me long and deep. With her mouth on mine, she rises up onto her knees and slams down, taking all my length at once.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my neck muscles straining. I’ve spent the last ten minutes stopping myself from coming, but now I let that swirling pleasure work its way back into my system until I’m flooded with it. It only takes a few thrusts before Jessica’s cheeks flush pink and her head lolls back. Breathless, she leans her forehead to mine and says, “I’m so close. Come with me, Adam.”

She doesn’t have to ask twice. I let go with a hushed roar. My cock pumps hard and fast, the most powerful orgasm of my life. Jessica cries out with soft moans as she collapses onto me. She lays there panting, her golden hair spilled across my chest. I let the moment stretch out, not wanting to rush how her breath slows until it matches the steady beats of my heart.

Finally, I can’t ignore the tingling pain in my hands or the fact that I’m aching to hold her. Appreciating our role reversal, I press a kiss to the top of her head and murmur, “Pretty girl, I’m about thirty seconds away from losing both of my hands. Can you please untie me before I have to learn how to do everything with my feet?”

Jessica stirs, her nose scrunching as she blinks out of her post-orgasm daze. “What?” she mumbles.

“Not to ruin the mood, but my hands are turning blue,” I say with a grin, as I shift beneath her. “I kinda need them—you know, for my job. To do surgery. So untie me.”

Jessica blinks at me, her drowsy brain catching up, before an amused smile curls her lips. “You were right earlier. Youareso bossy.”

“And you’re so comfortable.”

She sits up, smirking as she reaches for the knots. “This is what you get for letting me have full creative freedom.”

As soon as my hands are free, I don’t hesitate. I wrap my arms around her and pull her down, flipping us over so I can pin her beneath me. “Freedom, huh?” I tease, brushing my lips over hers. “You’re lucky I like your wild ideas.”

She giggles, her arms looping around my neck. “And you’re lucky I didn’t tie your feet too.”

I tuck my face into Jessica’s neck, inhaling her sweet scent. “Let’s save that for next time.”

She tilts her head back, laughter bubbling up her throat. I want so badly to capture that sound in a bottle, to live in this perfect moment with her forever.

Jessica

As we dress in the nurse’s office, I’m still in awe of what we just did. The way West gave himself over to me was one of the most empowering experiences of my life. To be loved like that, trusted like that, especially byhim, someone who doesn’t trust easily, is something pretty special. I sense a shift between us, a deepening of our relationship, a rebalancing of power, and I know West feels it too. His fingers trail over my arm, his hand lingers at the small of my back, and his lips press fleeting kisses to my temple like he can’t bear to stop touching me.

I scoop up his car keys and toss them to him. “Let’s head home. I’m ready for a bath and bed.”

The door that leads to the parking lot bangs open, letting in the sound of honking cars and distant sirens. Immediately, West steps in front of me, like he’s a human shield, ready to protect me from any threat.

The intruder barrels into the room, out of breath and wild-eyed. It’s Kent Wilson. When he sees us, he jerks to a stop and puts his hand on his chest like he’s having a heart attack. “Jesus! What’re you doing here, Jessica?”

“The spring musical, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” Kent runs his eyes over me, such a common occurrence that I barely notice it, although I hope he misses my crazy post-sex hair.