Page 30 of Sweet Possession
“Good afternoon, class. For those of you that don’t already know, I am Mr. Henderson, your new teacher this semester.”
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“Boo.” A masculine rasp hits my ear, making me jump.
I spin and face the source of the voice with a glare. Asher smirks down at me, which annoys me further. The man really has no chill. “You’re going to get us caught,” I whisper-hiss.
He makes a show of looking around the hall before his eyes come back to me, and he cocks a brow. The hall is empty, but still. “By whom? Everyone is in class, as you should be.”
“I got called to the admin office to sign some more paperwork. I was just on my way to math,Mr. Grant.” My eyes narrow on him. “I know why I’m not in your class, but why areyounot in there?”
“I got worried when you didn’t arrive. I came looking for you.” He shrugs nonchalantly like he didn’t just leave a room full of students on their own.
“You are crazy Asher. Go.” I jerk my head in the direction of his class. “I will be there shortly. It’ll look suspicious if we go in together.”
He pins me with a look of irritation. “You better give me a damn kiss before I go anywhere.”
My eyes widen and dart around. Logically, I know we’re alone, but still. “No,” I hiss.
“Well then, be prepared to spend your math class in the hallway because we aren’t leaving until I feel your lips on mine.” He cocks a challenging brow.
I could argue with him, but what’s the point? Asher is stubborn. Even more so when it comes to me. Stepping into him, I press a chaste kiss to his lips and then pull back, only for him to wrap an arm around my waist, tug me to him, and smash his lips to mine. He kisses me like he owns me. I guess, in a way, he does. My legs turn to jelly as he sucks all the air out of my lungs and replaces it with his own.
Forgetting where we are, I moan into his mouth as I climb up his body like a spider monkey. He breaks the kiss. I frown as he smirks. And then everything comes back into focus.
Fuck.
We’re in school.
In the hallway.
I’m dry humping and kissing my teacher.
Scrambling off him, I straighten my skirt and wipe my mouth. His eyes gleam in triumph as he stares at me. “That was better. Now get to class. I don’t want to have to give my favorite student detention.” My mouth drops open, making him chuckle before he spins and strides away while I’m left here, flustered.
Taking a deep breath, I straighten my spine and make my way after him. Pushing the door open, I freeze when all eyes dart to me as if they know what I was just doing with our math teacher. My cheeks heat in embarrassment, and I squirm on the spot under everyone’s attention.
“Nice of you to join us, Miss Hale. Come in and take a seat.” My pussy pulses at his voice, and I turn to look at him. His eyes glimmer with amusement. He’s teasing me; I know he is, but it still annoys me.
“Sorry, Mr. Grant. I have a late slip.” I walk towards him, handing over the slip the office staff gave me. His hand brushes mine as he takes it, making electricity thrum through my veins.
Right now, I wish we were at home so I could jump him. I’ve been turned on since our text conversation. As if he can sense my thoughts, his lips tip up in a small grin. He jerks his head, no doubt in the direction of my desk.
“Sit, Remi. Class has started,” he urges when I continue to stand there like an idiot. Nodding, I rush towards my assigned seat and sit, only to startle when a hand lands on my shoulder.
“Hey, baby. Are you ready for that tour yet?”
Shrugging Logan off, I ignore his question and pull out my books. When I look up, I find Asher’s angry gaze on the man behind me. He stares at him for a long beat with a look I can’t quiet decipher, but somehow, I know that nothing good is going to come from it.
Sighing, I grab my pen and wait for Asher to stop focusing on Logan and start the class.
ChapterTwenty-One
ASHER
I am going to kill that fucker, Logan. I’m seconds away from doing it.
How dare he think he can touch what’s mine.