Read Veiled Innocence for Free Online

could see the hood of her car peeking out from behind one of the neighbor’s hedges and wished I could forget she was there, but this time she had crossed too many lines. She needed to know that this behavior could not continue.
    Pushing open my truck door, I climbed out and locked it before walking down the drive. I strode purposefully along the sidewalk and tried to think of exactly what I was going to say to this student of mine.
    Please stop following me? Please stop hitting on me?
    They both sounded ridiculous, and I realized that at this point the word please needed to be thrown right out the fucking window.
    Polite wasn’t going to work with Addison Lancaster. It was time to get serious, maybe even mean, because this girl had the ability to destroy me.
    I squinted against the sun’s reflection on the windshield as I approached her car. She didn’t see me since she had her eyes closed and her head resting back on the seat. Her mouth was parted like she was… fucking hell, her hand …
    I pulled my eyes away from what she was doing and ignored the fact I was certain she was moaning. Instead, I stepped around to the driver’s side of the car.
    Knocking firmly on the window, I caught her jump as her eyes snapped open, and she removed her palm from between her legs. She frantically sat up, and I knew that she had not expected me to come down here. In fact, she seemed truly panicked.
    Good , maybe this would teach her a lesson.
    Again, I rapped on the window, harder this time, and when I heard the locks pop, I hauled open the car door.
    “Get. Out!” I demanded as she gaped at me wide-eyed.
    She visibly swallowed and shook slightly as she climbed out of the car, closing the door behind her. I grabbed her arm and tugged her off the road and up onto the curb.
    “What the hell are you doing here?”
    “I—”
    “Did you follow me?”
    Her blue eyes flicked over my face, but this time the move seemed more nervous than flirtatious.
    “Did you fucking follow me?” I thundered.
    “Yes!” she conceded, and I dropped her arm as quickly as I had grabbed it.
    “Why would you do that? You know you can’t be here!”
    She took a step closer, and I backed up like she was contagious.
    “Why can’t I be here?”
    “Because you fucking can’t! I don’t want you here.”
    Jesus, what a fucking joke. I felt as though I was about to get struck by lightning over that huge lie. I had just caught this girl masturbating in her car, and all I could think about was watching her do it again, but this time in my bed.
    “If I wasn’t your student—”
    “You are my student, Addison. You’re my student, and I’m your teacher. This will never happen.”
    “But if I wasn’t?”
    “Go home .”
    Just like that, I witnessed her nerves disappear before she demanded, “Answer me!”
    I felt the headache throbbing behind my eyes and was disgusted by the fact it was keeping time with the blood pumping through my erect cock.
    “You’re hard.”
    As soon as her soft observation hit my ears, I told her again, “Go. Home.”
    “Why are you so worried? No one is here, and I like it.”
    “I’m not worried. I’m appalled . Appalled that someone as bright as you are feels like she has to throw herself at people to get attention. Not only boys, but someone my age.”
    “How old are you? I’d guess thirty.”
    “Again, these are all things that are none of your business, Addison. You know that. This behavior of yours needs to stop, or I’ll be forced to contact your parents.”
    She laughed then, a sound so sweet and carefree that I wondered what exactly was going through her head. One minute she was the bright, promising schoolgirl and the next, a bold, reckless imitation of herself who seemed to constantly be pushing boundaries and searching for something… more .
    “And what would you tell them? Hello, Mrs. Lancaster, I’m calling to let you know that your daughter has been turning up at my house and masturbating in her