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He told us we had a half hour to catch up on late work and started working on his computer. He put on his reading glasses and I shuddered.

That caught his eye. His gaze locked onto me and narrowed. “Get to work, Miss Monroe. You’re too far behind to be sitting around daydreaming.”

“Yes, sir,” I told him.

He shut his eyes, one hand flying up to rub at his temple, then promptly ignored me for the rest of class.

I stayed behind when everyone else left, watching him until he looked my way again.

“Need something?” he asked me in a very unfriendly tone.

“I want to see you stand up from that desk,” I said. I’d gotten bold, but waiting for him to make the first move was clearly not going to work.

“Go home,” he said harshly. “And knock it off. This is my place of work.”

I stood up, taking a deep sigh. His eyes went to my breasts as they moved with the motion and stayed there. I could tell he didn’t know he was staring. He was that caught up.

I bit my lip and glanced at the door, dragging a hand up my body to finger my own nipple.

“Stop that,” he said through his teeth.

I tweaked my other nipple until they were prominent and hard, clearly visible through my old, threadbare, washed a million times, uniform shirt.

He was panting and glaring at me.

“Just push your chair back,” I said softly. “Let me see it and I’ll leave.”

He shook his head. He looked like he wanted to throttle me.

I started to lift up my skirt and he snapped, abruptly pushing his chair back.

I stepped closer, feeling a rush of relief, desire, and power as I saw his stiff erection straining through his pants.

He pushed his chair back in and buried his face in his hands.

I felt bad for tormenting him. Just rotten. But I couldn’t stop. I’d never wanted anything more.

“What’s that in your mouth?” he asked, not looking up at me. “What is it you’re always sucking on?”

I moved the sour candy around in my mouth before answering. “Lemon drops. Want one?”

He looked up at me, stood, and backed me into his desk without touching me directly. He held out his hand. “Give it to me.”

I stuck out my tongue, showing him the half sucked candy in a taunt.

He took the bait better than I could have imagined. He took it out of my mouth with his fingers and put it in his own.

Instantly he backed away, but he kept sucking on my candy.

“I took my panties off right before class,” I told him. “Did you notice?”

“You need to go.” His tone was quiet but vehement enough that I obeyed right away.

I was digging through his fridge when he got home from school. He was a good hour behind me.

I’d changed into a thin stretchy white T-shirt that barely covered my butt and nothing else.

My aunt had thrown most of my clothes away before I could get them all so I really didn’t have much to wear outside of my school and work uniforms.