Page 17 of Manhattan Secret

My lips twitch. Well, well, there’s her backbone.

The fragile moment is interrupted when she drops her seeking gaze but sweet teach is far too late if she thinks I don’t see the desire pulsing in the depths of those spectacular eyes.

I want to take her brutally and dirty until we’re both blind.

But we already screwed fast in that bathroom…next time … and there will be a next time … I intend to savor her moans, drag more orgasms from her than is humanly possible.

I fucked a teacher.

I fucked a teacher dirty and fast in a restroom.

I just bet she’s regretting her whole life right now.

I hide my smile behind my fingers.

Watching her.

Eating her up.

“Lachlan Fierro,” I glance up and smirk. “Here.” Her whole gorgeous, little mouse body jolts when she realizes she’s called out my name.

Yeah, next time I’ll make sure she screams my name into my mouth when I have her shuddering.

She clears her voice, dragging her eyes away from me, running a hand up the front column of her throat in that way I recognize to be anxious.

Nervous energy is palpable and I wonder if anyone else is feeling it bouncing between us, it’s thick and cloying and it’s taking me all my will to keep my ass planted in the seat.

Are they noticing how stunning she is?

Ethan turns his head from the seat in front and mouths, “What gives?”

This was one time I won’t share with him about who I’ve screwed.

Now we share a secret, me and the little mouse.

Whether she likes it or not.

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Delaney

Kill me now.

I’ll have to resign.

I’ll lose my job anyway if this gets out and secrets never stay secret for long. From the way he’s smirking at me, it won’t be long before he says something.

I slept with a student.

There was no sleeping involved, Delaney.

I don’t see any other choice but to resign, to leave this city and return home with my tail between my legs. My new life ruined before I have a chance to settle in and see if Manhattan is a place I can be happy.

What the hell is he looking at?

Every time I look up, his hot eyes are trained on me.

If I were under oath on the witness stand, I can’t say what words come out of my mouth in the next hour. The longest hour of my life. I just know the students are busily working through the sheet I’ve assigned them. I walk back and forth when one of them needs some help, hoping with all hope I don’t have to go to the back of the class.

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