Page 35 of Take the Bait
“Fuck yes,” he said, tugging her naked body into his lap and covering her with a blanket. “And I’m going to prove it by watching the rest of this damn movie with you before I eat you out a few more times.”
And so he did.
10
The past couple of weeks had flown by, and Tucker had saved every spare moment for Hanna.
He couldn’t get enough of her. She was addicting, like a good fettuccine Alfredo or homemade ice cream. And he’d never grow tired of eating her pussy—of that, he was absolutely certain.
A smug grin tugged at his lips as he entered Seaside Elementary and checked in as a guest.
He wasn’t quite sure how he’d talked Hanna into it, but he was thrilled to see her in action today.
Plus, she’d get to see him in action—he had several bags of ingredients and was planning to teach her students how to make a basic snack mix. Career day was right around the corner, and since none of the parents were chefs, Tucker was filling a gap. And hopefully, he’d inspire a few kids to pursue dreams of becoming a chef one day.
The world would always need good food.
As he turned toward the hallway splattered with turkeys made of cut-outs shaped like children’s hands and various drawings of pilgrims, Hanna came into view at the end of thehallway. When she saw him, she beamed, and his heart skipped in tandem.
As she grew nearer, he leaned in for a kiss, but she backed away.
“This is my workplace!” She whisper-screamed.
He chuckled. “We kissed at my workplace.”
“That’s different and you know it. Now come on.” She huffed, leaving him behind as she headed toward her classroom.
He didn’t mind. It gave him a great view of her pert little ass.
She turned around to make sure he was following her, then snapped in his direction.
“Eyes up here, mister,” she said pointing to her face, though her small smile gave her away.
He cleared his throat and started walking. “Sorry about that.”
“Liar,” she said under her breath.
He bit back a grin.
Her classroom was exactly what he expected. Letters and numbers lined the walls, including a corkboard with quotes from children’s books they’d been reading throughout the year. On the board, she’d written out a schedule for the day, and “Ms. Taylor’s Friend” was listed as an agenda item. Tucker narrowed his eyes at that, realizing the time to put labels on their relationship was later.
There were rainbows painted on the walls and a well-stocked shelf of children’s books near a colorful foam carpet covered in zoo animals. A sign labeled “Reading Corner” was displayed over it, and there were beanbags and comfy chairs small enough for five-year-olds.
It was a kindergarten classroom so well-decorated that he imagined Hanna must have quite the Pinterest obsession. Tiny desks were pushed into groups of four throughout the classroom, and she had already put several paper bowls on each table.
“The kids just went to recess and some other teachers are watching them, so we have about 15 to 20 minutes left to set up,” she said, her eyes flitting around the room as if trying to decide where to begin. “That okay?”
“Perfect.”
They made quick, quiet work, only talking briefly to determine who would do what or where something should go. Tucker had thought it through and sent Hanna an email overview of exactly what he needed. Right as they were putting the finishing touches on the room, the classroom door opened and a line of kindergarteners filed in.
“Ooooooh, Ms. Taylor, is that your boyfriend?” A little girl with blonde pigtails asked in a singsong voice.
The line-leader—a curly-haired, fair-skinned girl in overalls—turned around and shushed her, then shrugged toward Hanna as if saying,What are we going to do about her?Meanwhile, a few of the other kids in line began sniggering and poking each other.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Hanna said, clearly exasperated but with a slight tug to her lips. “Everyone go to your desk, and please don’t touch anything we’ve put there. I have a special treat for you today.”
The kids excitedly rushed to their seats, carefully sitting so as not to touch any of the materials on their desks. Hanna nodded toward Tucker.