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  His mouth curves up and that dimple pops in his cheek. “You think I’m sexy?”

  Damn it! “No, I said the lifeguards are sexy; you’re just trying to be like them. Unsuccessfully, I might add. Now can I please have the hose so I can fill up my watering can?”

  Squinting in thought, he says, “Admit you find me sexy and you can have the hose.”

  My jaw drops. “I’ll do no such thing!”

  He shrugs. “No admission, no hose.”

  “I think you’re forgetting that’s my hose you have.”

  A devilish grin appears as he oh-so-casually hooks a thumb in his front pocket, framing the bulge of his fly with his long fingers. “That’s what I tried telling you all semester, Ms. Fox.”

  My cheeks burst into flames. It has nothing to do with the sun and everything to do with the unbidden image of what Devin’s “hose” looks like. Stop it, Miriam! “Fine. I’ll just fill it in the kitchen.”

  “That’s not a good idea,” he calls after me. “It’s dangerous to walk on tile when you’re dripping wet.”

  Turning back, I frown at him. “I’m not--”

  Devin flicks the hose straight and holds his thumb partially over the opening so the cold water reaches me in a hard stream, soaking me from head to toe in the three seconds I stand frozen in shock. “You were saying?”

  What is it about water fights that are instant declarations of war? Whether you’re five-years-old or fifty-five, the minute someone sprays you with water, it’s universally understood that you will retaliate.

  Devin laughs, deep and hardy, and there’s no stopping my huge grin as I push the wet hair off my face. “Oh, you’re so dead, Adler.”

  I charge forward, but he doesn’t bother to move. He just kinks the hose again and holds it up high, knowing I don’t have the height or strength to take it away from him. But I’m smart enough to use what I’ve learned by watching him interact with his friends to my advantage.

  As soon as I reach him, I tickle his side. He shouts and brings his arm down to protect his sensitive ribs, allowing me to easily wrest the hose from his relaxed grip, open up the hose, and unleash my revenge. Devin lunges for me but I dance away, keeping the spray of water trained on him as we both laugh. I don’t maintain the upper hand for more than a few seconds, though, because Mr. Football uses his skills to take me to the ground.

  What he doesn’t know is that I grew up with two All-State Wrestling Champions for brothers. After he tosses the hose away from us, I sweep his legs, shove him onto his back, and pin him in place by straddling his chest. “Ha! I win.”

  But the thrill of victory is short-lived when I notice him staring at my breasts through my now-transparent tank top. I immediately scamper lower, which solves the first problem but creates one much worse. We both freeze, neither of us even daring to breathe.

  I know I’m standing on the precipice of something dangerous, something forbidden. And yet I can’t bring myself to step away from the ledge. I no longer want safety. Not when I’m staring at the dark promises swimming in Devin’s eyes. I want those promises. I crave them.

  Holding his gaze, I brace my hands on either side of his head and lower my hips until my full weight is settled on his huge erection. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. Large hands grip my upper thighs as he rocks his hips up to grind against my center. A tiny mewl of need escapes me. I’ve never ached to be touched so badly that it feels like it’s the only thing that exists inside me. It’s a need so strong it hurts.

  But my body knows what will make it feel better. It knows who will make it better.

  As though he’s afraid I’ll suddenly bolt, his grip on me tightens, his fingertips digging into my legs. My fair skin bruises easily. I can pretend this didn’t happen all I want, but my body will bear the proof of this moment. Each mark a Scarlett Letter to remind me of my transgression.

  “Miriam.”

  My given name on his lips sends a shudder through me. “Devin.”

  “You know what you’re doing?”

  “Not in the slightest.” I bite my lip nervously and search his dark eyes. “Does it matter?”

  “Not in the fucking slightest.” Then he palms the back of my neck and drags me down to his mouth.

  4

  Devin

  I’m kissing Miriam Fox, and holy fuck was this worth the wait. The way her full lips mold perfectly with mine. The way she tastes like crisp summer apples. The way she allows my tongue to dominate hers--everything about this is fucking amazing.

  I’ve had dreams about doing this with her. Hundreds of them. But as vivid as those dreams were, none of them came close to the real thing. Like going from black and white films to James Cameron’s Avatar. Now that I’ve experienced this, there’s no way I’ll be satisfied with anything less. In fact, I want so much more.

  I want it all.

  Fisting her wet hair in one hand, I angle her head so I can trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck. When I meet the fabric of her tank top, I growl in frustration. I grab the hem and pull it up. We break apart for the two seconds it takes me to whip it over her head and toss it to the side somewhere. Then I get back to tasting every inch not hidden by her black bikini.

  Miriam rolls her hips to rub herself on my cock, making needy little noises in the back of her throat like the friction isn’t nearly enough. I’m gonna give her more, but she’s not ready for it yet. I want her mindless, so she can’t overthink things and ruin the progress we’ve made.

  I palm the center of her ass with one hand and curl my middle two fingers down the crack of her ass. As she moves, my fingers rub along the denim crotch of her shorts to tease her pussy lips. And with my free hand, I pull the wet triangles of her bikini top to the sides to get my first look at my teacher’s tits. Big enough to fill my hands, tipped with pale pink nipples...and no tan lines. Someone likes to sunbathe nude. Shit, that’s hot. I file that detail away for another time.

  “Fucking perfect,” I grate out, kneeding one and then the other. “I lost count how many times I got hard in class while staring at your breasts. I imagined ripping your blouse open to touch them, taste them.”

  Staring into my eyes, she shocks me with a confession. “Heaven help me, so did I.”

  She fucking thought about it. She thought about me. A surge of adrenaline courses through me because now I know I can make our wildest fantasies come true. Any walls she tries to keep between us, I’ll be able to knock down with ease. Miriam doesn’t know it, but she just handed me her playbook.

  “Then it’s time we both find out if reality lives up to our imaginations.”

  I don’t waste time teasing her. We’re both too worked up and this isn’t the place for that level of attention. That will come later. I have other ways of making her come now.

  Drawing her deep into my mouth, I devour her breasts like I would her pussy. I give her puckered nipples hard pulls and long licks. Light bites and fast flicks. Each one causes her to make a different sound that I catalogue in my mind and title The Many Moans of Miriam Fox.

  “Oh God, Devin, I...I...”

  I lick a path up her neck then take her mouth in a hungry kiss. “You need me deep inside, don’t you?” I nip her chin.

  “Yes,” she whimpers, a hint of shame coloring the word.

  I pop open the button on her shorts and drag the zipper down. “Then admit you see me as a man.”

  She blinks. “What?”

  “Take a good look at me.”

  I do a crunch so I can peel my wet T-shirt up and over my head before laying back again. I watch her eyes drink in every detail as her hands explore. Fingertips trace the muscle definition I’ve worked damn hard for, short nails comb through the hair on my chest then start to follow the trail that leads straight to my cock. I sit up and secure her wrists with one hand behind her back. The position presses her tits against my bare chest and the feel of her hard tips grazing my skin makes me hiss.

  “Now,” I say gruffly. “Do you see
a kid in front of you? Or a man?”

  She bites her lip and her brows draw together. It’s almost as though she’s afraid of admitting the truth because then she’ll have no argument to prevent this from happening when she comes to her senses.

  “I’ll give you a hint. Men get to fuck their women.” I slide my free hand into the front of her shorts and run my fingers over her slick folds, teasing. She moans and rocks her hips, searching for more contact. “But students don’t get to fuck their teachers.” To make my point, I pull my hand away, and she whines in protest. “So which am I?”

  “Man,” she says, between short breaths. “Definitely a man.”

  “Good answer.”

  With that, I dip my hand back into her cut-offs and plunge three fingers into her dripping pussy. She gasps, but before she can let it out, I smash my mouth on hers and swallow her scream. I release her wrists to band my arm around her lower back and hold her in place as I finger-bang her tight hole. Jesus Christ, she’s so fucking hot and tight. Just the thought of her squeezing my cock this hard as I pound into her has pre-cum leaking from my tip. But she’s the only one who’s getting off this round, so I lock my orgasm down and focus on hers.

  “Oh, fuck, Devin. Fuck.”

  I lean in and speak against the shell of her ear. “That’s right, baby, fuck my hand. Show me how you want to ride my fat cock later. Ride me till you come.”

  Miriam fists my damp hair in both hands until my scalp screams but it only turns me on even more. When she leans back to take advantage of my thumb rubbing her clit with every thrust of her hips, I attack her breasts.

  We’re completely drenched. In water, in sweat, in the juices tracking down the inside of her thighs. The scent of her desire mixes with the ones of cut grass, fresh soil, and sunshine, and I don’t think I’ve ever smelled anything better.

  “I’m close, I’m so close.”

  Popping off her nipple, I lift my head. Her eyes are closed, face lifted to the sun, cheeks flushed, blond hair plastered in streaks on her face. She’s a fucking goddess. Always has been. Whether she’s wild like this or all buttoned up and proper. Both sides of her turn me on like noone else.

  “Look at me, Miriam.” When her lust-hazy eyes settle on me, I reiterate this afternoon’s lesson. “Who’s fucking you right now?”

  “You are.”

  “What’s my name?”

  “Devin.”

  I tighten my arm around her and start jacking my hand faster and faster inside her. “And who’s about to make you come so hard your legs are already shaking?”

  “D-Devin!”

  Miriam’s mouth falls open on a soundless scream as her pussy walls begin to clench and pulse around my fingers. A new rush of warmth bathes my hand, and it takes all my control not to flip her onto her back and drive my aching cock inside of her. “Fuck, you’re hotter when you come than I could’ve imagined. Ride it out, baby. Slow it down for me. Atta girl.”

  I don’t know why I’m suddenly stroking the matted hair from her face and talking to her like I’m soothing a wild animal, but here we are. I decide not to analyze it and just enjoy the moment. Which is cut short when her neighbor’s dog barks on the other side of the fence.

  Miriam yips in surprise and jumps off my lap as she quickly pulls her bikini into place and zips up her shorts. Then she speed walks toward the house. I need a few seconds to adjust my hard-on that’s being strangled by wet denim before I can get up, but I catch up to her just as she reaches the French doors of her kitchen and reach over her head to prevent her escape. She spins to face me, frustration written all over her post-orgasm-flushed face.

  “Devin, I don’t want to talk about--”

  “Have dinner with me tonight.”

  Her gray eyes widen. “Are you out of your mind? You want us to be seen at a restaurant?”

  Although it’s not what I meant, I have to admit, it stings to know she’s so appalled by the idea. But that’s just my ego talking. I don’t want to date my teacher. I have much more carnal things planned.

  “Of course not,” I say with an easy smile. “I’ll cook for you and we can have dinner here, on the patio.”

  She chews on her bottom lip and looks around as though expecting someone to catch us at any moment. But they won’t. We’re completely alone. Gently, I use a finger on her chin to bring her gaze back to mine.

  “There’s nothing wrong with two people enjoying a dinner together, Miriam.” I love being able to use her name. I love the way it rolls off my tongue. But I also use it to tear down that student-teacher wall she keeps erecting between us.

  “But it won’t be just a dinner, will it, Devin.”

  A statement, not a question. She’s catching on. “No,” I answer gruffly. “It won’t be.”

  “But you’re--”

  I don’t let her finish; I don’t want to hear all the reasons why this can’t happen. Instead, I remind her exactly why it can and crush my mouth to hers. She opens for my invading tongue with a helpless moan that makes my semi-hard dick twitch against my leg. It’s crazy how fast I lose myself in this woman, how fast I consider chucking all my plans out the window to have her just this once in the heat of the moment.

  But that’s the problem. It really would be “just this once.” I understand Miriam well enough to know she wouldn’t let it happen again if we get carried away now. We want the same thing, but she’s not ready to accept that. Yet.

  Drawing on the control and patience that made me an all-star quarterback, I break our kiss, but keep the sexual tension at full volume. With one hand, I cup her neck, and let the other slowly trail down her body as I speak.

  “Stop thinking of me as that huge kid who barely fit in those little-ass desks, that kid who gave you a hard time in class.” I dip my head lower and graze my lips over hers, retreating the second she leans in for more. “And start thinking of me as the man with a huge cock that will barely fit in your tight little pussy. The man who will fuck you so hard and so good, you forget that he was ever anything but that man.”

  She whimpers as I slide my hand between her thighs to palm her possessively, reminding her of what I did and how I made her feel only a minute ago. I don’t even think she realizes that her legs squeeze together, trapping my hand in place.

  “Okay,” she whispers. “I’ll have dinner with you.”

  “Perfect.” I smile, then reach behind her to open the French door. “Dinner’s at nine, Miriam. Wear something nice.”

  5

  Miriam

  What am I doing? How did everything get so turned upside down that I’m about to have an intimate dinner with an eighteen-year-old former student? Have I completely gone mad?

  As if agreeing to dinner is the worst thing you’ve done with Devin Adler today.

  My face burns from the reminder of what happened earlier. I can’t believe I rode his hand--in broad daylight, in my backyard--to the most explosive orgasm of my life. I’ve never done anything like that, and that’s not even taking his age or who he was to me six weeks ago into account.

  It’s not that I haven’t had good sex with past boyfriends. It’s just never been what I’d call...adventurous. I’ve enjoyed a healthy sex life--when I’m having it--but I’d be lying if I said the added forbidden and reckless elements with Devin didn’t shoot the entire experience into a mind-blowing territory I’ve never even gotten close to.

  Now I’m pacing my bedroom floor at five minutes to nine, wearing heels, a backless royal blue mini-dress held up by the thinnest of spaghetti straps, my hair flowing in soft waves over my shoulders, and more makeup than I ever wore to school. It’s been so long since I’ve done anything more than at-home-casual or in-class-professional that I forgot what it was to look like paint-the-town-red. One last glance in the mirror gives me the boost of confidence I need to leave the safety of my bedroom and head downstairs.

  The heavenly scents of garlic and spices hit me when I reach the kitchen, but it’s completely clean. Movement on the
patio catches my eye and when I step outside, my eyes widen at the transformation he managed in such a short time.

  Long strands of white lights have been strung through the lanai overhead to give the patio a soft glow. The table is set, complete with lit candles, and platters of roasted red potatoes and asparagus. The lights in the pool are on and a handful of tiki torches glow around the perimeter. Put together, my backyard has all the feel of a private resort setting.

  “Right on time.” Devin sets down the tongs where he’s grilling at the far edge of the patio and walks toward me.

  Holy wow. I’m speechless. He looks so different from how I’ve ever seen him. He’s still tall and broad and sexy as sin, but instead of T-shirts and worn jeans, he’s filling out a pair of dark slacks and white suit shirt with a charcoal gray tie. His sleeves are rolled up to the middle of his suntanned muscular forearms, and his tie is loosened with the top buttons of his shirt undone.

  When I left him this afternoon he’d already had the start of a five o’clock shadow and his dark hair was a mess from the water, sweat, and my fingers. Now he’s clean-shaven with his hair styled back. Gone is the teenage jock, and in his place stands a young man who looks like he’s winding down after a long day of meetings.

  Devin is unbelievably handsome, and from the confident way he carries himself, he knows it. Which is even more of a turn-on for me, not less. So much so that he should come with his own warning label.

  He does. It’s called ‘Still years away from the legal drinking age’, dummy.

  I’m starting to rethink this whole thing, but when he stops in front of me, thinking becomes impossible. He’s so tall, even in heels I have to look up to meet his dark eyes, and his cologne is intoxicating. I don’t even realize he’s taken my hand until he places a warm kiss to the center of my palm and my entire body comes alive.

  “You look nice.” It’s a ridiculous understatement, but I already mentioned my inability to think.