Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(82)

“Mr. Knolls, I know you’re in the middle of something but—”

“One second, Ms. Vitney!”

Tempest hides her giggle as she slips off of my desk. I quickly tuck my cock back into my pants as the both of us scoop my work stuff off the ground where Tempest shoved it and pile it back onto my desk.

“Wait,” I growl, storming to the office closet and yanking it open. Inside are old file boxes, some school spirit posters, a PTA banner, and — there, a box of old gym equipment. I dig inside, yanking out a pair of girls running shorts and turning back to her.

Tempest arches a brow at the garment in my hands.

“What are those?”

“Put these on.”

“Why?” She wrinkles her nose.

“Because you’re wearing a skirt,” I growl.

“And?”

“And,” I mutter, scooping her into my arms and running my hand down over her ass. I yank her skirt up and palm her bare ass until she’s whimpering against me.

“And no one else gets a peek besides me. This,” I move my other hand down to slip under her skirt from the front, until I’m cupping her ass and her hot little pussy.

“This is for me and me only,” I growl possessively.

Tempest moans softly and nods before I move away. She slips shorts on and moves to take a seat in front of my desk as I get back into my chair.

“Enter!” I bark.

“And that Ms. Kensington,” I say sternly and loudly as Ms. Vitney enters. “That is the last I have to say on the matter!

I say it like I’m finishing a lecture.

“Is that understood?”

Tempest’s eyes are locked on mine, all the heat and passion from earlier still smoldering in them.

“Yes, sir.”

In my head, she’s saying it naked, on her hands and knees on my desk, with her hands holding her ass open for me.

“Good.”

“Hello Tempest,” Ms. Vitney says thinly, smirking at her like she’s glad she’s just gotten chewed out.

I almost want to tell her how close to the literal truth she is.

“This needs signing today, Mr. Knolls,” she says quickly, passing me some sort of school paperwork. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize the date was so firm, but it has to be faxed over in the next ten minutes.”

“That’s fine,” I mutter, quickly signing the thing and shoving it back to her. She beams, and I know it’s not an accident when her hand brushes mine when she takes it back.

I also know that Tempest catches it.

“So, any plans for the weekend, Mr. Knolls?”

“Yes, I’m—”

“A few of the teachers are going out,” she babbles on, oblivious to my answer. “You should really come out!”

She beams, placing her hand on my shoulder and rubbing my muscles through the shirt.

I shrug it away.

“That will be all, Ms. Vitney,” I say brusquely, watching the smile fade from her face.

“Oh, right.” She forces another smile, shooting a quick stink-look at Tempest.

“Well, enjoy your weekend, Christian.”

“And you too, Milly.”

The door closes behind her, and when I turn, I can see the blue fire blazing behind Tempest’s eyes. I grin, despite the heated look on her face.

“I’m glad you find that amusing,” she says sharply, standing quickly.

“I don’t,” I growl, standing as well and moving around the desk. “I just find you even more enticing with that jealous tinge to your cheeks.”

She pouts dramatically before I cup her jaw, snake an arm around her waist, and pull her into me as I kiss her fiercely.

Tempest pulls away, grabbing my arm and pulling my hand between her legs.

“This might be for you and you only, but this?”

She reaches out and strokes my cock through my pants, which has the effect of making it rock hard in half a second.

“But this is for me and me only. Okay?”

“You’re all I ever want, forever, angel,” I purr into her ear. “You’re it for me.”

She moans softly as I kiss her again, before I slide my lips to her ear.

“I’m driving you home later, and this time, I will be coming inside.”





10





Tempest




My pulse races as I close the kitchen door. He’s silent behind me, and when I turn, one hand still on the knob, he’s just standing there, taking me in.

“What?” I ask quietly, the shyness and the nervous excitement of what’s about to happen suddenly making me weak in the knees.

“Nothing, Princess,” he purrs in that deep, silky, sexy voice of his. He moves closer, until he’s right against me. I gasp, pressing back into the kitchen door as his hands move to my hips. His lips find mine, and I moan into them as he kisses me slowly. The kiss melts away the nervousness, or at least turns it into something else — something fiercer, and hotter, and something that ignites a fire inside of me.

“I like seeing where you live,” he murmurs, pulling away to glance around the kitchen, dim in the late afternoon light.

This is really happening. My gorgeous, dominant, sinfully sexy, and amazing Headmaster is actually at my house. We parked in the garage, even if he told me he wouldn’t give a shit about parking on the front lawn for all the neighbors to see. But the garage might be a touch more low-key.