Page 90 of The Headmaster’s Rule

She sighs, letting her head fall back against my chest. “Thanks.”

“I know we have a lot to do, but come to my place tonight? We can work?”

She laughs. “I’m not sure how much work we’ll get done.”

My fingers flex on her waist. “Good point,” I say thickly.

God help me, I can’t stop myself. I glance at the framed fire drill map on the wall in front of us, but it’s not the map I care about, it’s the closed door behind us, reflected in the glass. Everyone is in the auditorium. We won’t be interrupted.

“I’m sick of waiting.” My voice comes out rough and gravelly, fanning over her neck, and she turns soft and pliant against me. I slide my hands up her stomach to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples through her shirt. They’re already hard.

“Sir!” she gasps in mock surprise. “What are you doing?”

Heat spirals down through my abdomen. Fuck, I love it when she calls me that. Even more with this little game.

“You think you can eye-fuck me in that meeting and get away with it?”

I pinch her nipples, making her whimper as she spasms against the copier. Checking the reflection again, I find the waistline of her skirt and dip my hand inside, cupping her pussy over her underwear.

“There are consequences when you’re naughty, Miss Hart.”

She grinds against my hand, breathing heavily, and I slip into her panties to find her already soaked. Jesus. My cock thickens as I slide my fingers over her slippery clit.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispers.

I drag my mouth over her neck as I stroke the sensitive spot, loving the way she turns to putty in my hands.

“Can you feel how wet you’re getting?”

She wiggles restlessly, caught between me and the copier, neck hot under my mouth.

“You like being naughty for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

I glance at the reflection again, making sure we’re still alone. Her breath stutters when I push two fingers into her, grazing my teeth on her earlobe.

“You like letting the headmaster finger you in the copy room.”

She moans, gripping the copier, knuckles white. “God, yes.”

Fuck, it’s too much. She’s so damn wet. So eager for me. I rut against her ass, so turned on it’s fucking painful.

“Go on,” I grate out. “Tell me who makes you come.”

She tightens around my fingers, hips stuttering as she reaches her limit. “You, sir,” she rasps, quivering against the copier.

Fuck yes, I do.

“That’s my good girl.”

I kiss her neck as she comes down, loving the feel of her, slack against me. But it’s not enough. My dick aches, and I need to feel her tightness wrapped around it.

I turn and stalk to the door, jamming a chair under the handle.

“I’m going to fuck you over the copier,” I rumble, freeing my throbbing cock from my pants.

Eleanor’s eyes are wide and excited as she lifts her skirt, exposing her pantie-clad ass to me. I push the cotton aside, dragging the leaking head of my dick through her wet slit, teasing her.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” I’m thick and hard, ready to sink into her, but I need to hear her say it.