Having her body on me is both comforting and torture. My dick twitches as she squirms in my lap. I fear it's not long before I'm ready to go again, but as much as I'd like to stay in this position the rest of the day fucking her in the Harrington library, it's only a matter of time before we get caught.
And we need to talk about the fact I didn't use a condom. Directing her eyes to mine with her chin, I start the dreaded conversation. "Harlyn, we need to talk about…" Something flashes past the window in the door, interrupting my conversation. I didn't catch it at first, but my eyes are now focused on the transparent glass as I watch for it again.
"Talk about what?" She asks lazily.
I don't answer.
I'm frozen speechless.
There on the other side of the window is Catarina.
She can't see our connection beneath the table, but our current position gives away our intimate relationship.
Her mouth is open in what I can only assume is shock, but if that's true, it doesn't last because, after a beat, her lips turn up in a mischievous grin.
This is not good. I could lose my job and possibly risk never working as a teacher again. But I don't care about that. I'm more worried about what this could do for the last few weeks of Harlyn's senior year and beyond.
Teenagers can be cruel. Add to that a small town and the peaceful life she deserves will ultimately be turned upside down.
Somehow, I need to fix this.
Harlyn turns her head, trying to follow my gaze, but I'm quick to take her head in my hands and focus her attention on me. The less she knows, the better. "Talk about how much I enjoyed what we've just done." It's a lie. I wanted to talk with her about the condom, or lack thereof. But that can wait. The chances of any fallout are low.
"Hmm, me too."
"How about you go get cleaned up, and we can finish…correction, start your lesson?"
She giggles at my slip of the tongue, then raises enough to kiss me before grabbing her purse and exiting through the door. I'm hopeful Catarina isn't hiding on the other side.
There's no noise on the other side, nor do they enter the room together.
It means we're safe, but who knows for how long.
Chapter Ten
Francis Harlyn Aldridge
Returning from the restroom, I noticed a change in Asher's mood. Thinking it was related to the fact we'd had unprotected sex, I assured him I was on birth control and that there were no concerns medically.
He'd apologized for the same, but then, he sat me down and began explaining how irresponsible our having sex in the library was and that it can't happen again. I didn't need a lecture; in fact, I'd do it again in a heartbeat—it was hot as fuck.
Once we'd said our good-byes, he walked me to my car without a lingering glance. In fact, he'd been glancing over his shoulder and watching everyone but me. "Are you looking for your next target?" I ask jokingly.
His eyes dart to mine, and his brows raise. "What? No. Why would you ask that?"
"Well, maybe because you haven't looked me in the eye since the lesson was over. Was I not…you know, any good?"
"Oh, Harlyn…" He says, his expression soft, as he grips my arm and pulls me between two massive black SUVs before backing me against one of them with his body. "You were amazing. I'm just cautious because if we get caught, whatever this is will be over before it even starts." He tips up my chin with a finger. "We just need to be careful."
I nod in agreeance and move to place a kiss on his lips, but he pulls away. Instead, cocking his head to the side and he raises a brow.
On a huff, I tell him. "I understand, Asher. We need to be careful. Now would you kiss me already?"
My wish is his command. He lowers his lips to mine, and we become lost in a moment of just the two of us. Until he pulls away, swats me on the ass and says, "Now get out of here. I believe you have some homework to do."
I laugh at his playfulness as I head to my car.
The drive home is uneventful, and the sky is dark by the time I arrive, but you wouldn't know by how the exterior of the massive three-story antebellum home is lit up. My parents say the added lights are for safety. I feel it's a nuisance.
Nevertheless, it's where I call home, and right at this moment, I'm ready to sink beneath layers of bubbles in a hot bath.
As I step through the massive carved pine entry doors, Anderson greets me in the foyer and takes my book bags from me. "Good evening Miss Harlyn. Did everything go ok with your lesson this afternoon?"
I can't help the heat that tints my cheeks remembering just how well it went. "Yes, everything went fine, Anderson. Please have Grace run me a hot bubble bath. I'm going to grab a quick bite from the kitchen." I tell him.
"Will do, Miss Harlyn. There is a plate of food already arranged for you in the refrigerator if you'd like." He calls, but I'm already down the hall. I toss him a wave back.
Once I'm out of the bath dried and tucked up in my bed, today's images roll around in my head. It reminds me of how he felt inside. Much larger than I'd expected, it had been painful at first but didn't take long for me to adjust. The thoughts send a twinge of need to my pussy, and I consider reaching beneath the sheets but decide otherwise. I'd rather wait until our next time together instead of marring the memory of our time today.
At that, I turn over in bed and quickly drift off to sleep.
The annoying buzz of my alarm
