Chapter 5
Cameron
She strolls ahead of me, leading the way back to my office, and I can’t help but stare. My jaw tightens, my heart races, and every nerve in my body sings with intensity as I watch that tight, off-limits a**of hers sway beneath that pleated tartan skirt.
God, it’s like I can smell her, too. Maybe it’s her shampoo, or the fabric softener she uses, or hell, nfaybe those pheromones are kicking in. But whatever it is drives me to the brink of insanity. Then it hits me like a freight train, and I almost lose my composure right there on the front steps of the school.
It’s her warmth. I can practically inhale the scent of her sweet, tight body. It’s innocence wrapped in allure, and I can’t help but growl softly, loud enough that she practically jumps. My arousal intensifies, bulging against the front of my pants as I trail behind Storm through the empty main hallway, savoring her intoxicating scent and realizing there’s no escaping this.
Damn the consequences, the morality of my obsession, whatever fallout this might bring. I’m rocking dangerously close to crossing a line I shouldn’t be. But I’ve spent two months torturing myself, all because of this little tease, and I won’t hold back any longer.
I’m the Deputy Headmaster. I’m twenty years her senior. But to hell with the implications. She’s legally an adult, and that nagging little voice whispering in my ear since the moment she walked into my life insists:
Storm Montgomery is a grade-A brat, and she’s about to receive a hefty dose of discipline.
…Over my knee, with her legs pinned above her head as I bury myself deep inside her.
She knows where we’re headed, and I follow her, my head spinning and my c***k straining for release as we step into the reception area of the Principal’s office. Ms. Merrin Vance, my receptionist, greets me with a bright smile, but I wave her off, not in the mood to entertain distractions.
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“Hold my calls,” T mutter, my voice low and tense, eyes fixated on Storm as she steps.
into my office.
“Actually, take a long lunch, Mira,” I add, trying to come off casual while positioning myself so she can’t see the massive bulge pressing against my suit pants. The truth is, I want privacy with Storm. I don’t need anyone listening in on what’s about to unfold, or worse-interrupting us.
Mira shoots a knowing glance toward the office, then back at Storm standing just inside, her back turned to the door.
“That one,” she clucks her tongue, shaking her head. “You know what they say, Mr. Stroud. Trouble like that? Better keep a tight leash.”
“I have no intentions of letting her slip, Ms. Vance,” I reply gruffly, forcing a polite smile as she grabs her lunch and makes her exit.
I’m planning on giving Storm a whole lot more than just a lecture.
Once the door closes behind Mira, I whirl on my heels and storm into my office. Storm stands poised against the edge of my desk, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, a sight that leaves me feeling feral. I growl lowly, the sound rumbling from my chest as I shut the office door and cross my arms, locking my gaze onto her.
“Am I in trouble, Mr. Stroud?”
She purrs the question like a playful kitten, her fiery eyes blazing with a smoldering heat, her voice dripping with seduction. The blood thunders in my ears, and even as I fight the instinct to rip her clothes off and bend her over my desk, I know I’m losing that battle. She is a siren, and I’m drawn in by the way she looks at me, the way she plays with that luscious bottom lip, and the way she’s dressed like a forbidden fantasy.
Every instinct screams that she wants to be here, right now. She seems nervous, yet defiant, a mix of emotions that lights a fire inside me. This isn’t just a rebellious student under duress; this is a teasing siren, reveling in her own power.
“I caught you smoking. Really?”
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She shrugs, feigning innocence, but that defiant smirk only accentuates how utterly tempting she is.
“I’m an adult. I’m allowed-”
“Barely,” I growl, stepping closer, feeling the heat radiating from her small frame. It’s like a magnetic force pulling me toward the edge of temptation.
“I can smoke if I want to,” she insists, her voice quieter now, a hint of uncertainty creeping in.
“No, you can’t. Not on school grounds.”
I pause, locking my eyes with hers, the weight of the moment heavy and electric.
“Actually, from now on, you’re not allowed to smoke anywhere.
Her brows shoot up in disbelief. “Says who?”
“Me,” I assert, my tone like steel as I close the distance between us.
“You can’t control me!” She fires back, breath heavy, her chest rising and falling beneath her blouse, her enticing figure straining against the fabric.
“Watch me.”
I can feel her gasp as I invade her space, our bodies almost touching. My hands pin the desk on either side of her, trapping her in a way that ignites a thrill deep within me. Her breath catches, a sultry gasp that sends a direct jolt straight to my throbbing desire.