Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
At eighteen and on the verge of graduating, I should have been partying with people my own age, making out, having sex with guys. The biggest problem was I didn’t like any of my peers. They were total douchebags, immature, and didn’t actually know how to talk to a girl unless it was using some lame pick-up line. I’d heard several of the guys bragging about how they’d fucked one of the girls in my class, and not only that, they’d rated her. What kind of asshole rates a woman on how good she was in bed?
Yeah, the guys my age were total assholes.
That’s the difference: the guys at school were boys, straight up asses. But Mr. Syler was a man. I doubt he’d ever rate a woman for sex.
The moment I saw him, I couldn’t help but stop and watch him. There’s something commanding about his presence and the way he held himself. He’s self-assured, confident, and hot. He’s so insanely hot, and not just looks wise, but because he’s so intelligent.
Running fingers through my hair, I ignored my stupid feelings, and walked over to where he sat before taking a seat beside him. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
“You’re not late, Maddie.”
“I had another paper to finish off, and I’m happy with it. Honestly, I only need help on the one, and I’d really like your input.” I paid careful attention not to touch him. I was so nervous, not because I thought he’d do anything to me, but because I have wanted Mr. Syler since I first transferred to this school.
During class, I’d find myself zoning out and fantasizing about him. They were always hot and filled with a lot of dirty sex. I’ve never been one to want a guy so badly that I was the one making the move, but with him, I could see myself doing just that. I wanted to catch his attention; I wanted him to notice me. It’s hard because I knew wanting him is so inappropriate and wanting him to return these feelings was even more so.
I glanced at his left hand and didn’t see a wedding band, but that didn’t mean wasn’t married or had a girlfriend.
“Are you married?”
The moment the words were out, I cringed. How damn rude could I be?
Mr. Syler seemed a little surprised at first, and then he shifted on the seat. Yeah, she’d been damn rude to ask that and now felt extremely uncomfortable.
“I’m not married, and I don’t have a girlfriend either.”
My cheeks heated up, and I just knew I was blushing. Glancing down at my work, I tried to figure out what to say.
There’s no way he wanted me, just no way. I was a silly schoolgirl compared to the women he meets. Pushing all of my insecurities aside, I concentrated for the next hour on my work. People came and went, and it got darker outside. The library seemed dead now, with only the sound of our combined breathing breaking up the silence.
Mr. Syler read through my work once I finished, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have his hands tracing down my body. I’ve never had sex before, but I knew I wanted it. I wanted my first time to be with him, a man I’m attracted to and respected, but then, I’d always want that.
Licking my lips, I wondered what it would be like to have his lips on mine. They looked firm and hard.
My pussy grew slick, and I pressed my thighs together. There’s a small gap between the table and me so I knew he saw what I’d just done.
His gaze went from the paper in his hand, to my pressed together thighs, and then to my face.
I bit my lip as I looked into his eyes, pleading with him to know what was going on inside my head. I didn’t want to get him in trouble. I wasn’t even seducing him to get a better grade. I wasn’t a cheater, and I believed in working hard for what I got. Part of me wished that he’d been married, or in a relationship. That would have ended any thoughts that I’d had of him, but he’s none of those things.
Crap, I was in so much trouble now.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“Nothing, Mr. Syler.” A blatant lie.
Silence fell between us for several seconds; it could have been minutes, I didn’t know. Mr. Syler kept looking at me, and then down at my thighs. I was so aroused that my panties had to be soaking; they just had to be.
I didn’t know what to do, and then, shocking me to my core, he reached out and placed his hand on my thigh, and everything just seemed to fall into place. I stared down as the tips of his fingers caressed my thigh.