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    Bree Kingston bit her lip as applause erupted
from the crowd as she concluded her presentation. Two and a half
years of teaching smart ass high-schoolers who cared more about
twitter and the clock reading 3pm made stage jitters damn near
irrelevant. The heat that radiated over her body had less to do
with her lecture on engaging a new generation and getting them
excited in the classroom and more to do with Callum Rhodes.
    As he gazed up at the stage with his piercing
green eyes, she jetted back to her first day at Jamison High. She
was fresh out of Baylor U., suddenly worrying if she was really
ready to stand in front of a class and wrangle the inner city
students that were looking at her like she was fresh meat.
    When some kid named T-bone tryed to 'holla at
her', Callum's voice had rumbled just behind her, sending the kid
off to class. Even then her attraction bloomed between her legs
when she took him in. He had golden skin and an easy smile. When
her eyes took note of his wavy brown hair and muscular physique
beneath his Jamison Phys. Ed tee and jeans, she knew that the
teacher fraternization rules were created because of guys like him.
Guys that looked at women like they were the only person on earth.
She'd stammered a hello and he'd introduced himself. Her arousal
had turned to guilt when she saw the wedding band gleaming on his
finger.
    He'd been off limits, but she found that she
searched for any reason she could to cross paths with him, having
lunch the same period as his, volunteering to be on committees he
signed up for, always making sure her clothes, her hair was on
point. Two and a half years later and he had a tan line on his left
finger where that ring used to be. He was finally untethered. Ripe
for the taking.
    She did a weird bow combo and her kitten
heels clacked as she walked to the wings of the stage. Once she was
out of sight, she breathed in and out, nice and deep. She gripped
the table behind her and swiped a bottle of water, chugging it,
trying to relax. It didn't do anything to quench her real thirst,
her real desire.
    She wanted Callum to pull her close, raking
his fingers through her dark, wavy hair, even though she'd spent
almost an hour flat ironing it to make it fall just so. She wanted
him to kiss her, breathe her in, even though she took her time
outlining her plush lips. She wanted him to unzip the side of the
cotton candy pink dress that hugged her curvy frame, regardless of
the fact that she'd gone without for the pricey frock, all out of
fool's hope. A hope that he'd get to the heart of her, strip off
her lacy strapless bra and thong, and look at her with his emerald
eyes as he drunk her in with his gaze before his hands took
over.
    Those strong, sure hands that drilled the
boys P.E. class on the track would run a circuit up and down her
bare ebony skin, clutching her breasts, flicking at her chocolate
nipples. It would be so hard to breathe as his hands continued to
blaze downward, over her stomach, down and around to the curve of
her bottom. He'd clasp her ass tight as he drew her in for another
kiss. He'd taste so spicy, with hints of cinnamon and musk, that
Irish Spring soap aroma wrapping her in an embrace as warm as his
arms.
    She'd trail her hands down his ripped chest,
pausing when she hit the dark tuff of hair that fanned out before
she hit his groin. He'd be as hot for her as she was for him, his
cock already swollen, ready for what came next.
    The bottled water would go flying as he
lifted her and laid her out, the flimsy table standing in for the
countless daydreams she'd had as she sat behind her desk, praying
for a day when he'd come in and show her that those dimples, the
way he licked his lips when he saw her, were all signs of the
attraction on his end as well. He wanted her just as bad.
    She'd lean back and spread her legs, her lust
wafting out as he inhaled as he stroked his erection and stepped
forward. He'd look down at her, his eyes so rife with passion.