“Yes, sir, how can I help you?” the older lady at the reception desk asked. She leaned forward and rested her head on her hands.

I gave her my devilish grin and a wink. “I’m here to see Ms. McCarthy, ma’am.”

“Oh, please, call me Kathy.” She batted her eyelashes. “You’re here to see Suzy?” She looked surprised, and her voice ended on a screechy high note. Her eyes no longer looked at my face, but traveled down my arms.

“Yes, I’m here to see Suzy, Kathy.” I arched my eyebrow as she soaked me in, undressing me with her eyes. She looked like a nice enough lady, but I didn’t like how she said Suzy’s name, and I certainly didn’t particularly enjoy the fantasy she must be having in her head. I cleared my throat, needing to pull her out of her lust-induced haze.

She blushed as she started fumbling with papers at her desk. She asked me for my identification and to sign the visitor’s log. The school day had ended, but a few students milled around the receptionist area. I could feel their eyes on me. I wanted to laugh, but didn’t want to be a total asshole.

Kathy gave me directions to Suzy’s classroom in the next building. I needed to make sure she was okay on her first day back to work since the attack. I was sure she’d had to explain the injuries to her face over and over again. People could be fucking merciless.

I checked the sign on the door, and it read “101—Ms. McCarthy’s Class.” The large classroom had tables set up in neat rows, with cabinets lining the opposite wall. There was no chalkboard in the room like there had been when I was a kid, but a dry-erase board hung on the wall. Math problems that made my fucking head spin were written on the shiny white surface.

I didn’t see anyone, but could hear voices talking from an attached room.

“I’m fine. Stop it,” Suzy said. I picked up my pace to find out what the fuck was going on.

Entering the small office space, I saw Suzy pinned against the wall with Derek cutting off her escape. She looked like she wanted to become one with the wall and couldn’t move farther away from his body. Her eyes grew wide as I reached for the prick and grabbed him by the shirt collar.

“What the fu—” he said, his eyes traveling to my face.

“The lady said stop. I think we’ve already had this conversation once before, dumbfuck.” We were nose to nose, and I’d knock the motherfucker out.

“Suzy didn’t mean it,” he snarled.

He sure had a pair of brass balls, but my fists were made of platinum. I fisted his pansy-ass dress shirt, pulling his body to mine. “She’s mine, you fucker, and when the lady says stop it she means stop and back the fuck up.”

“I should’ve had your ass arrested the first time you hit me. Hit me again and I’ll call school security.”

“Need someone else to fight your battles, sissy boy? You pick on girls, but can’t handle a man all on your own?”

Suzy had tears in her eyes as I looked at her over his head.

“Listen here, buddy, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but Suzy and I have a thing. She’s not yours. Right, Suzy?”

She began to shake her head as her eyes grew wide. He turned his head to look at her, and I couldn’t hold back my fist any longer. I punched him right in the jaw and watched the spit and blood fly out of his mouth. Served the bastard right. I held him upright with my grip as he wobbled on shaky knees and his eyes watered.

If we weren’t in her office at a school, I’d beat the piss out of the motherfucker. He deserved to be taught a harsher lesson than one simple fist to the face, but I had to tamper down my anger for Suzy’s sake.

I let go of him with a shove and watched him stumble before catching himself on her desk. “I’ll have you arrested for this.” He wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand and glared at me.

“I’ll share the little tidbit with security. I’ll tell them how I walked in on you sexually harassing Ms. McCarthy in her office. I heard her to telling you stop. Who do you think she’s gonna back, asshole? You’ve touched her for the last time. Do it again and I’ll bury you.”

Suzy walked to my side and put her arm around me. “Derek, you mention a word and I’ll make sure they fire your ass. I’ll have no problem telling them about this and the other times.” Smiling at me, she squeezed my waist. “I have Joseph and Sophia to back me up. Sophia knows all about you and your bullshit.” Did she use two swear words in that speech? That’s my girl, I thought as I beamed with pride.

“You wouldn’t?” he asked, smoothing out his shirt, wiping the last bit of blood tricking down his chin.

“Try me, Derek,” she snarled, showing the slightest hint of teeth.

“I’d put my money on the blonde.” I smirked at the jackass as he stormed out of the room. “You okay, Suzy?” I asked, wrapping her in my arms.

She squeezed my waist and buried her face in my shirt. “Mm, you smell good.”

“Answer me, sugar. Are you okay?” I kissed the top of her head.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Derek’s an asshole. I don’t think he’ll be bothering me again.” She laughed into my chest.

“I don’t want you working with that dick anymore.”

“I think he almost peed his pants.”

“Promise me, Suzette? You need to go to the administration about him. He shouldn’t work here or be near you.”

She patted my stomach. “I love when you get all tough guy and use my full name.” She laughed, and I squeezed her ass hard enough to make her jump. “I promise, Joseph.”

“You seem to like it when I’m buried balls deep inside you, sugar, I don’t hear you laughing then,” I whispered in her ear. She shivered in my arms as the vibrations of my words touched her ears. “Why don’t we put your desk to good use?”

She smacked me in the chest, but I could see the twinkle in her eye. She thought about it for a second before she answered. “No way, mister. I’m not getting fired.”

“I thought maybe you went all bad girl on me, using all those curse words on Derek.” I ran my finger over her bruise, but she didn’t flinch.

“Two? I swore twice?” Her mouth hung open.

“You did, sugar. I’m proud of you.”

“You must be rubbing off on me.” She pulled away from my arms and smiled.

“Speaking of rubbin’.” I looked down, wiggled my eyebrows, and moved my hips.

“Absolutely not.” She looked away and started to move the papers on her desk.

I wrapped my arms around her and placed my face in her hair. “Whatcha gonna do, baby, give me a detention?” I asked. I couldn’t help but laugh. God, if she was my teacher in high school I would’ve been all over her. My wet dreams would’ve been filled with visions of Ms. McCarthy leaning over my desk to help me with my math problems. I’d pray that her blouse would just happen to fall open and give me a glimpse of her beautiful tits.

She smacked my hands. “You’re a naughty boy.”

“You have no idea, Ms. McCarthy.” I kissed down her neck, making my way to her shoulder before sinking my teeth into her delicate flesh. “You’ve smacked me twice, and I think I need to teach you a little lesson tonight.” Her breath caught, and I heard a small moan escape as I ground my dick into her ass.

“Whatcha got in mind, Mr. Gallo?”

“I’m going to make sure you know you’re mine.” I cupped her breasts, squeezing them, and ran my palms across her hard nipples. “I’m going to fuck you so damn hard my cock will be the only one you’ll ever think about. I’m leaving no inch untouched, no pore not kissed, and no hole unfilled.”

“Um.” She swallowed loud enough for me to hear. Perfect.

“Lost for words?”

“Not here,” she whispered as she closed her eyes.

“My place, sugar. I don’t want anyone to hear you scream when you think you can’t come again, but I’ll make you.”

“Your punishment sounds so much better than detention.”

“It’s more like a retention program for at-risk little girls,” I said as she turned around with a smile on her face.

“You know how to win a girl’s heart.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me.

I smacked her ass and she bit down on my lip, but not hard enough to break the skin.

“Oh, sorry, baby,” she said.

“I’ll get ya back, sugar. Let’s get the fuck out of here or I’m tearing your clothes off right here.” I pinched her nipple and felt her sharp intake of breath against my lips.

I needed to get the hell out of the school and take her to my bed. I kissed her goodbye after walking her to her car. I walked to my bike on the opposite side of the parking lot after she drove away. It would be hard as fuck to ride with the raging hard-on in my pants—I needed the walk to cool the fuck off.