She gasps, meeting my gaze. "You would do that?"
"Yeah, baby," I murmur, tucking her hair behind her ears and then fixing her glasses which sit askew on her face. Fucking up her glasses so she blinks at me like an owl with those big, pretty eyes of hers is quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do. "I would. But I already told you, that isn't going to happen. I can't have any say in your contract, or any disciplinary action taken against you, but we're not breaking any rules here."
We may be breaking convention and people may be scandalized about the two of us, but I don't really give a fuck about their feelings. No one gets to tell me I can't keep her when she's mine. I dare anyone to try.
"I'm pretty sure doing sex things in the Assistant Principal's office breaks a few rules," she says, her tone droll. Her eyes gleam and her lips twitch. She's fucking with me.
"We're not doing sex things. We're kissing, little owl."
"And"—she glances around like she's checking to make sure we're really alone in here, her cheeks flushing—"dry humping."
I grin, folding my hands together behind my head and chuckling. "It's fucking adorable that you were grinding all over my dick two minutes ago, but you can't say dry humping without blushing."
She growls, snapping her teeth like she's going to bite me.
"Forget our jobs, baby. Whatever this is between us, it's worth taking a little risk, isn't it?" I ask…hoping like hell she feels the same way I do. What's happening between us is important…life changing. But if she's truly uncomfortable with the fact that I'm technically her boss—and, please God, don't let her be—then I'll back off. At least I'll try to back off. I don't know how the fuck I'll accomplish it when I haven't stopped thinking about her once since I met her, but for her, I'll try. Whatever it takes to make her realize I'm serious about her.
"Yeah," she whispers almost immediately, "I think it is."
"Thank God," I say, expelling a relieved breath.
She giggles. The happy, carefree sound hits me right in the heart, filling me with warmth.
"I changed my mind," I blurt, reaching up to touch her dimple. I swear to Christ, those little divots in her cheeks fascinate me. "When you talk to your mom, you tell her that you slept with your boss because he's trying to make you fall in love with him."
"What?" Her mouth pops open and she blinks at me like a little owl again.
"I am," I say, shrugging even though there is nothing casual about that statement or the way I feel. I want this woman to fall madly in love with me. Might not sleep until she does. She's it for me, I already know it. Hell, I think I knew it five minutes after meeting her. I just need to warm her up to the idea of being mine. "Figured you should know that."
"Well, maybe I'm trying to make you fall in love with me," she says, giving me those dimples again. "You ever think of that, fancy pants?"
"Fancy pants?" I chuckle.
"Your pants cost more than my whole wardrobe."
"Doubtful." I tap her on the nose. "You ready to come home with me now?"
"Yes." She clamps a hand over my mouth before I can say anything. "But I have to go to my house first for supplies."
"Supplies?"
"Supplies. Clothes, shampoo, conditioner, um, other stuff I can't think of right now." She wiggles around on my lap. "Is your penis always hard?"
I peel her hand away from my mouth. "It's called my cock, Paradise, and around you? Yeah. He stays that way. I'm guessing you want to drive your own car too?"
"Yes, sir."
My dick twitches. Her calling me sir makes me think about all the filthy shit I can make her beg me to do to her. Not that she'd have to beg. At this point, I'm pretty sure I'd crawl across a bed of lava on my hands and knees just to keep her grinding her curvy body on my dick like she does when I kiss her. Once I get inside of her, it's going to be game over. I'll be her willing slave for life.
"We're being discreet, remember?" she says, mistaking my silence for hesitation. "It's not very discreet if I leave in your car and you bring me back in the morning. Everyone will know that we're doing sex things."
"Baby, everyone is going to know you're doing sex things as soon as you step inside the building tomorrow," I say, chuckling. "You're going to be walking bowlegged and blushing for days after I get through with you." My laughter dies in my throat as a thought strikes. Jealousy roils through me in a cloud of possessiveness. "Scratch that. I'll be gentle with you so you aren't walking funny tomorrow. If any of these motherfuckers start thinking about you doing sex things, I'm going to have to kill them."
She'll be beating the male teachers off with a stick if they think they have a shot of sliding between those thick thighs. I'm surprised she isn't already. I saw the way Rick Murphy looked at her at lunch today. She was oblivious to the appreciation and desire in his eyes. I wasn't. Not being able to claim her publicly is going to be hard as hell.
Unless I knock her up and convince her to marry me. No one can say shit about our relationship if she's my wife. Which means I need to speed this process up, make her fall in love faster. Then I can make sure everyone knows she's mine and that I'll straight up murder them if they even think about trying to touch her.
"You're growling," she says, touching the tip of her finger to the groove between my eyebrows. "And you're scowling."
"Just thinking about all the other men on this fucking planet," I mutter, grabbing her hand to kiss her finger. "I don't see why there have to be so many of us. It's bullshit."
She laughs, her dimples popping out to taunt me. I'm obsessed with them because when she flashes them, I know she's genuinely happy. It's hard to miss the emotion when it practically shimmers in the air around her. It's equally as hard to be annoyed at anything when her laughter rings out around us.
"You're crazy, you know that?" she says.
"About you, little owl." I pull her down for another kiss. "I lost my fucking mind about two seconds after I met you."
"Me too," she whispers against my lips, making me grin.