Inflame (Explosive) by Tessa Teevan Page B

Lucy, but I guarantee I have more than enough to fill in every single fucking bubble.”
    She takes her hand out of my boxers and slides it around my back, pulling my ass into her. My hard dick’s pressed against her waist, and she looks up at me. “Exactly, Montgomery. Those ‘fucking Scantrons’ only work with pencil, and well, you definitely don’t qualify.”
    I shake my head as I realize what she’s saying, and I’m pretty sure my cock swells, knowing it just got a pretty damn good compliment. This innuendo is turning me on, and I’m more than ready to be inside her.
    Her hands come back around my waist and push my jeans down. I step out of them when they land at my feet. I’m left in nothing but my black boxer briefs and looking at Lucy, who is still completely dressed, sexy as hell in her dirty schoolteacher outfit. I’m happy as hell she came prepared sans panties. I want to bend her over and fuck her while she’s still in that skirt and those boots, and she’s already done her part in giving me easy access.
    She takes a step back, and her eyes rake over me. As she sucks in her bottom lip, she eyes me approvingly. As sexy as I find her in that outfit, I want to see a little more skin, so I close the distance between us. Bringing my hands up to her top, I watch her eyes as I slowly unfasten each button, more than ready to see her bare skin. After I push the shirt off her shoulders, it falls to the floor. I’m slightly disappointed when I see a black lacy tank top still covering her. It doesn’t matter. It’s just one more layer to enjoy peeling off.
    My hands move to her tiny waist, and I slip them beneath the thin material. My thumbs rub the skin on her back, but apparently Ms. Dawson’s feeling impatient, because she brings her own hands up and quickly removes the tank top. My eyes falls to the black lacy bra that barely contains her breasts.
    As I watch them rise and fall with each anticipating breath, my hands slide up her back until they reach the clasp of her bra, undoing it with one flick. I use one hand to pull it off her and nearly groan watching as I uncover her perky tits. I can’t wait to get my hands, my mouth, my teeth on her hard, pink nipples, but apparently she has other plans. Lucy’s hands move to the waistband of her skirt, and she hooks her thumbs in preparation to take it off. I stop her.
    “Leave it, Ms. Dawson,” I request, still wanting her to stay in the skirt and boots so I can continue this naughty-teacher scenario.
    Her eyes darken with lust at my request, and she does as I’ve asked. I tighten my grip around her so our bare chests are touching skin to skin. Wrapping a hand up in her hair, I bring my lips down to hers again, kissing her hungrily. The feel of her pebbled nipples against my chest has my dick roaring, ready to make my exploration of her body. Her hands stroke my back until they fall to my ass, and her hands slide into my boxers, her fingers gripping me.
    “Time for you to lose these,” she whispers against my lips.
    Pushing her back towards the bed, I don’t stop until her legs hit the edge of it. “We’ve got time, baby,” I tell her, but I know I’m equally as eager as she is.
    She falls on the bed and scoots back, letting me take in the whole sight of her lying nearly naked on my sheets. I’m still standing on the edge of the bed, mesmerized as I take in every single inch. As much as I want to screw her in her getup, I want her naked even more. Moving to take off one of her boots, I barely get the zipper down before she pulls it away.
    “Kale, we do have time. We’ve got all night to do whatever dirty things your dick desires. Right now though? I want you to fuck me. Hard, fast, not stopping until I come.”
    Who am I to say no to a request like that? I release her leg and decide that I’m going to do exactly what she wants. She watches as I remove my boxers, her eyes not making it a secret that she likes what she sees. Getting up on all