“That’s true,” I nodded, tipping the glass up until the last trickle flowed into my mouth. The buzz started to coil around me, refusing to let go.
“Raymond is working. He’ll be gone for hours but I truly did want to apologize for leading you on. It was just nice feeling wanted by someone.”
“I have a hard time believing that your husband doesn’t want you. You’re fucking gorgeous. Way above his level,” I scoffed.
“I know. He’s used to me though.”
“You know?” I lifted an eyebrow and nodded, impressed. She wasn’t one for modesty. She knew how sexy she was. How the hell did Palmer not stuff her full of dick every hour? It was beyond me.
“I’m not blind, Matthew. Every woman in my family is beautiful. It’s kind of…our thing.”
“Remind me to meet your mother one day then,” I winked and laughed a little.
“I’d much rather keep you to myself.” She inched closer and I shook my head. She was pure fire and I was a stupid ass moth.
“You called me over here so I could fuck you…didn’t you, Eve?” I snatched her long hair in my fist and pulled her close to me. Our faces were inches apart. I saw her eyes ignite with desire.
“Matthew, you’re hurting me,” she whined. She didn’t try to pry my hand away though. In fact, her back arched toward me like she wanted more. I was going to give her exactly what I knew she wanted. I wanted it too.
It was stupid but my dick was driving now. I was rock hard and I needed to feel her heat. I needed to hear her moans. “Tell me to stop then,” I said, ghosting over her lips with mine.
“I’m too turned on to tell you to stop.” Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips and I pounced. I couldn’t contain myself anymore and her sinfully red lips were driving me crazy. I fed her my tongue and she took it gladly, nibbling on it.
My dick pressed against her abdomen when I slid between her legs. “Matthew,” she smirked, pleasantly surprised.
“That’s just the tip of the iceberg, beautiful.” I kissed her neck and inhaled the expensive scent on her warm skin.
What I was doing was wrong and stupid and a bunch of other adjectives but Eve set me on fire. Maybe my guardian angel was trying to get me to stop because in the middle of me pulling Eve’s dress down to expose her tits, one of the butlers appeared in the doorway.
I backed off immediately, adjusting my cock in my pants. “Eve,” I whispered, motioning to the man standing there seemingly indifferent to the scene before him.
“What is it, Michael?” She asked the butler.
“Mr. Palmer is home, Ma’am.” He bowed his head and I cursed under my breath. My car was in his driveway. He had to know that was my car, right?
“What happened to him not coming home until late?” I grumbled at her.
“He’s early,” she shrugged. “Follow Michael, he’ll take you to my reading room. Raymond never goes into my areas of the house. You’ll be fine.” She seemed so unbothered as she walked to the gold-framed mirror on the wall to fix her lipstick.
I had a mouthful to say to her but I was being ushered off down a series of well-lit hallways with marble floors and amazing art pieces on the walls. I didn’t have time to stop and admire them though.
After what seemed like a mile-long trek, we arrived in a pale pink room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lining more than half the room. Fluffy couches and chairs sat along the walls not covered by books. An oil painting that looked older than my entire family tree hung on the wall behind the couch. It was a painting of a man and a woman with something in French written on a small gold plaque at the bottom of the frame. The only word I could make out was Moreau.
“Mrs. Palmer will be with you in a moment,” Michael said.
“Hey, can I ask you a question?” I spun around to face him. “Does Eve have lots of male visitors Mr. Palmer doesn’t know about?” Michael eyed me for a second and backed out of the reading room, closing the doors. Okay, so he wasn’t very talkative.
I strolled over to the bookshelves and began browsing the spines of the books. Everything was in French. Palmer didn’t strike me as the type of man that spoke French. I wondered how the fuck he pulled a woman like Eve.
I waited for nearly an hour before Mrs. Palmer finally waltzed her ass into the reading room with apologies spilling over her lips. “Matthew, I didn’t know he’d be home early. You have to believe me.”
While I was alone, not able to read a single fucking book, I had time to think. I had time to calm my dick down too. I was leaving before I got pulled further into the fucked up web Eve was weaving.
“I’m gone,” I told her, heading toward the door. I didn’t even want to know what kind of lie she told her husband about why there was a strange car in the driveway.
“Please don’t leave,” she begged, her voice quiet.
“Why not? Is Palmer stationed at the door?” I chuckled.
“No, but he’s having dinner in the kitchen. I told him I’d be busy for a while in my reading room with a friend I met at my women’s club meeting.”
I shoved my hands in my pockets and tilted my head back to laugh. I had to laugh. What else was there to do? I was trapped in my boss’ home with his horny wife. I couldn’t act like I didn’t want to be there at some point though.
That’s what you get for ignoring the rules and letting your dick think for you, Matt.
Scolding myself wasn’t getting me out of the Palmer household though. I was starting to get agitated the longer I stood there in the silence of Eve’s plush reading room. I wanted out.
“You’re a real piece of work. I’m walking out of this house and I don’t care if I have to walk right past him to do it.” I opened the doors and headed down the maze of hallways the butler led me down. I’d already committed them to memory.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to pass Palmer on the way out. I did hear him having a conversation with someone in the dining room though. The sound of his loud voice was enough to propel me into the wide-open foyer.
Eve was right on my heels. When I paused at the double doors to figure out the locks, she gripped my sleeves in her fists. “Matthew, I’m sorry this entire thing is so messy right now. It wasn’t my intention.” Her words trembled as she whispered. “Maybe it’s wrong but I really like you. I haven’t felt desired in so long that I feel ravenous. Like I’ll do anything to taste someone who wants me and only me. I just…wanted to be seen. Really seen.” Her gray eyes filled with tears and while it tugged at my heart a bit, mostly my dick reacted.
“Fuck, Eve. You can’t do this. You can’t let me get close to fucking you, hide me for an hour like we’re teenagers when your husband comes home, and run a guilt trip on me when I try to leave.” I was losing my train of thought fast. The longer I stared into her eyes, the more I forgot why I was mad.
I stepped closer to her and pinned her against the wall under my weight. “Matthew, I just want to feel you.” She touched the sides of my face, sliding her soft fingertips down my skin and through the stubble on my jaw.
My boss’ wife.
She was my boss’ wife.
She was also really hot and she was begging me to fuck her.
Just once wouldn’t hurt anything. We wouldn’t get caught.
She kissed me and locked her arms around my neck. When I picked her up, her long legs wrapped around my middle.
“Eve, I’m going to bed,” I heard Palmer call. I didn’t know where he was in the house because his voice seemed to bounce off every wall and surface.
“Okay, honey.” Her head was turned and her breathing was rapid. Her collarbones were centimeters from my lips. I met her warm skin with my mouth and she shuddered against me.
“Are you in the foyer?” He quizzed.
“I’m saying goodbye to my friend.” She was such a good liar. The thrill of getting caught pushed me to lick and suck on her neck. The careless side of me wanted to see how far I could push her. How much pleasure could she take before her buttoned
-up tone turned into lascivious moans?
“Tell him to go upstairs,” I whispered in her ear before nibbling on it.
“Go to bed, dear. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She was close to moaning. I slid my hand between her thighs and was met by a thin scrap of wet fabric covering her pussy. I rolled my thumb over her stiff clit and she gasped, letting her eyes fall shut.
“Alright, are you okay?” Palmer asked.
“I’m fine.” She mustered all the control she had to utter that lie while she came in her silky panties. Some of her arousal slipped between my fingers and made my cock so hard I thought it would break the zipper.
Once we both heard heavy footsteps climbing the stairs, we collided in a heated kiss. “I’m going to fuck your pussy until I own it. I want to watch you cum over and over on my cock. I want to kiss away all that sexy red lipstick. Can I do that, Eve?” I gave her dress a violent tug and her tits bounced out. Her nipples were so hard. I had to lick them.
“Yes, Matthew,” she moaned quietly. I didn’t waste time pulling her panties down. I pulled them aside and slid my dick deep inside Eve’s wetness. She gasped and dug her nails into my shoulders. “Fuck,” she uttered the word so slow and sexy. I hammered into her, pushing as deep as I could with each stroke until Eve was a mess of trembles. She climaxed in slow rolling waves that hugged my dick beautifully.
I pulled out of her when I was getting ready to cum and made her kneel in front of me. I had to see those lips on my dick. If the moment wasn’t so rushed, I would have taken a picture of the way she swallowed me.
“Can I call you later tonight?” Eve adjusted her dress, putting her breasts away and tugging at the hem. I had to make a decision then and there. Either I was going to be a nice guy and give into what Eve and I both wanted or I was going to be a dick and give her the cold shoulder.
“Sure,” I exhaled and checked my watch. I was going to be the nice guy. Eve had amazing pussy. I didn’t want to fuck up the chance to get inside of her again.
She lit up with a smile and I gave her one last kiss before hurrying out of the doors. My adrenaline was high. I couldn’t believe I fucked Principal Palmer’s wife in his house while he was on his way to sleep.
Even though I definitely planned to fuck Eve over and over until we ran our course, I didn’t plan to do stupid, risky shit like what we just did anymore. It was fun and exciting but the crash was real. I was dead tired by the time I got home.
Eve called, as she promised, and we stayed up talking for a while. She was telling the truth about wanting to be seen by someone instead of being looked through. You would have thought nobody ever listened to the woman the way she went on and on.
I had to make it a point not to fall for her.
Staying up late, talking on the phone for an hour couldn’t happen anymore. It would send the wrong message and I was only in it for the sex.
**
KRISSY
When I got home late with bags of new clothes, I fully expected to walk in and see my dad and Uncle Colton having beers out on the patio while my mother worked on the computer in her study. Instead, I came home to the usual. The chef had been by earlier so prepared meals were stacked in the fridge, my dad was in his office taking a business call, and my mother was in the study.
I grabbed what would be my dinner and set it on the counter then I went to find my mother. I didn’t want to disturb Dad since he was on the phone. I knocked before pushing the door open.
“Hey, Bella.” She always called me Bella since everyone else, including my dad, called me Krissy. My full name was Kristabella and she said I was the most beautiful girl in the world so Bella fit.
“Hey, I thought Uncle Colton was coming over.” I sat in a plush armchair across from her desk and pulled my knees up to my chest.
“He was supposed to but you know your uncle. He’s always flaking at the last minute. He’ll be here tomorrow. Is that why you’re coming in here so late?” She frowned at me.
“Maybe…I was student aid for Mr. Wilmore for extra credit and then I went to the store.” I wanted to go see my best friend Zuri but her dad was such a dick that he kept her on lockdown all the time. He was the worst.
“What store? And is your father going to flip out when he sees his card statement?” She knew me well. Retail therapy calmed my soul.
“Huh?” I smiled.
“Huh my ass, Bella.”
“I didn’t spend that much. I went to the thrift store.”
“The thrift store? When you say that it means you went to the vintage shop and brought thirty-year-old Chanel and Louis Vuitton.”
I cackled at how well that woman knew my life. Well, she did give birth to me. “Wanna see this Chanel jacket I found?” I asked her with bright eyes.
“Fine, does it run small?” She asked. My mother was petite and delicate. I wasn’t shaped like her at all. I took after the women on my father’s side. I had hips, thighs, and ass. I had enough to make girls ask me what surgeon I went to.
“You’re only asking so you can steal it later,” I laughed before leaving her study to get my bags. I plopped them down in the middle of the room and pulled out the maroon bomber jacket. It was gorgeous and it was a steal at only three hundred dollars.
“Oh wow, I haven’t seen this since the nineties.”
“I know! It’s a vintage silk chain bomber. You know how litty this is?” I asked her, clutching he jacket to my chest.
“I don’t know about that but I know it’s a gorgeous jacket.”
“It’s amazing. I wish we didn’t have to wear uniforms,” I pouted before putting the jacket away.
I showed her all the other clothes I got then hurried upstairs when I heard my father coming. He would fuss if he saw the shopping bags. I put my new scores away in the closet and snuck in a call to Riri.
“Where’s the warden?” I asked her.
“I don’t fucking know,” she sighed.
“Are you spending Thanksgiving break with Clermont?” Her fucking the hot art teacher was the hottest tea I’d had in a long time.
“I want to. I need him like air,” she sighed dramatically.
“Oh God, Riri. You can say you want him to fuck you until you can’t speak. It’s okay. Everything doesn’t have to be a poem.”
“Bitch,” she grumbled.
“It’s beautiful. I’m hating. Ignore me.”
“Oh, trust me, I am.” She laughed a little then paused. “Shit, my father is home. I gotta go, Krissy. I’ll see you tomorrow.” The line went dead and I rolled my eyes. Saying I hated her dad was a severe understatement. When I was younger, I wished my family could adopt Zuri because her dad was mean and her mom allowed it.
That shit would never fly in my family. My mother and father weren’t like the Huxtables or anything but they were solid. They respected each other and they respected me. They loved me and I might even go out on a limb to say I was spoiled. Maybe. Possibly.
I hated how alone my best friend was but lately, Mr. Clermont seemed to have chased all that shit away. I wondered if he was available for chasing away uncles too. I dreaded the thought of Uncle Colton staying with us for an entire week.
He hadn’t been to our house since I was ten. That was nearly eight years ago. I still remembered him laughing all the time, drinking beer and keeping my dad up late. The next morning my parents always ended up fussing and fighting and I hated it. I wasn’t looking forward to that.
Not during Thanksgiving.
**
After school let out, I lingered around Mr. Wilmore’s class the same way I’d done the day before. This time it wasn’t a drill though. I really had to kill time.
I sat at my desk and waited for Wilmore to come back inside. When he did, I grinned at him. He was too fine for his own good. He shot over me by leaps and bounds. He had to be at least six three. He had the bone structure of a runway model with killer green eyes and dark brown hair that sometimes hung in his eyes when he looked up at the class from h
is book. Maybe I was a creep. Just maybe. My calculus teacher was sexy though.
“Krissy, what’s up?” I loved how easily my name rolled off his full lips. I sighed a little and put my hands under my chin. “I’m here to help…again.”
“You don’t need the extra credit,” he said, sitting on the corner of his desk. I had fantasies about being bent over that desk. My hormones were out of control.
“Okay, I’ll do it for free,” I shrugged.
“You mean you’ll volunteer? You weren’t getting paid.”
“You know what I meant, Wilmore,” I scolded with a frown.
“Avoiding your uncle again?” He asked, moving behind his desk to take a seat.
“Exactly. See? Now we don’t have to pretend. Just let me hang out here and make your life easier. I know you enjoyed having those grades already in the computer, right?” He tilted his head from one side to the other like he was actually weighing what I said.
“I did,” he admitted. “Okay, you can stay. Can you convince some of your other classmates to come help out? It’ll improve their grades.”
“Like I’m the classroom whisperer? I mean, I’ll try but I can’t make any promises. If anything, I can get some of the girls to stay after because you’re hot.” That last part slipped out but once it was out, I let it ride. I wasn’t one to take back what I said.
Mr. Wilmore raised his brows at me and laughed. “Noted,” he chuckled.
“Not me but the other girls.” I was lying my ass off. I was probably the one with the biggest crush on him. Something about the scattered stubble on his jaw, those green eyes with hazel around the outer irises, or the way his clothes hung on his muscular frame drove me crazy. Shit, maybe everything about the way Mr. Wilmore looked drove me crazy.
“Once again, noted.” He handed me a stack of papers and a laptop and I went to work. When I was about halfway through my first stack, I looked up and stole a few glances at Mr. Wilmore. His attention was on his phone. His thumbs moved at the speed of light, texting back and forth with someone. I could hear the swoop noises pinging back and forth even though I had my earbuds in.
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