Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(23)

Mrs. Miller nods. “Of course.” Her chest heaves and she bites her lower lip. “Just tell me the area you want help with.”

I’m pretty sure I stop breathing. I thought keeping Damien’s phone and pretending to be him was wrong, but it has nothing on watching him finger fuck Mrs. Miller and manipulate her into giving me sexual favors.

And deep down—okay, maybe not that deep—I’d love to take her up on her offer.

But, my conscience won’t let me. I’m not perfect, but for the most part, I consider myself to be a decent human being.

Unlike most politicians, I chose politics for the right reasons. I honestly believe I can make a positive difference in the world.

And unlike Damien—my selfish wants and desires don’t trump my ethics and morals.

“That won’t be necessary, Mrs. Miller.” I hold up my hands. “Damien’s eighteen. Therefore, you’re both consenting adults. What you do in private is none of my business and you certainly don’t owe me anything for my silence.”

I’m not sure what to think of the look Mrs. Miller and Damien exchange.

“It’s really not a problem.” Her eyes become hooded and she looks at my crotch. “Just tell me what you’d like to focus on and I’ll be happy to help you.”

I wonder if something in the lab exploded and I’m hallucinating.

That would explain why I’m about to turn her down. “I appreciate the offer, but—”

“He’d like a blow job,” Damien chimes in. “Seeing you naked got him harder than a rock and now the poor guy has blue balls. You should do something to relieve him.”

“Is that what you want?” Mrs. Miller questions. “Do you want me to take care of you? Perhaps do that thing you talked about last night.”

My dick strains against my zipper, liking that very much.

I open my mouth to decline again, but no sound comes out. All I can think about is her lips wrapped around me. Maybe I can convince her to let me stick it where Damien did and make her clean me up too after we’re done.

As if sensing my internal struggle, Damien leans over and whispers, “You’ll regret it if you don’t. She’s got a mouth like a Hoover.”

My heart pounds in my chest when he removes his hand from underneath her skirt and shoves his fingers into her mouth so she can demonstrate her skills.

Christ, I’m so turned on it’s almost painful. One wrong move and I’m liable to bust a nut in my pants.

Surely putting my morals on hold so a smoking hot teacher can suck me off is the better way to end this ordeal.

“The only way to stop temptation is to give into it,” Damien goads as he undoes the first two buttons on her blouse, giving me a peek at her lacy white bra. “Stop being a pussy and live a little.”

I’d love to live life on the edge like Damien does, but unlike him, I have a future to worry about.

And a conscience that won’t stop gnawing at me.

As if he knows how close I am to cracking, he takes a step in my direction. “No one has to know.” His hand goes to my fly and he tugs my zipper down. “It will be our little secret.”

Before I have time to react to the intrusion, he walks away. “Step off your moral high horse and stick your cock in her mouth.”

As if on cue, Mrs. Miller drops to her knees. Mine turn to jelly.

I look at Damien who’s now standing in front of the closed classroom door. “You’re just gonna stand there and watch?”

He smirks. “Someone’s gotta stand guard and make sure no one walks in while she’s blowing you.” He brings the apple he must have snatched off Mrs. Miller’s desk to his lips and takes a bite. “Don’t worry, I brought refreshments.”

It’s official. Damien King is the proverbial devil on my shoulder.

And God help me because I’m starting to listen to him.

“Take it out,” Damien orders.

I glare at him. “She doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to.”

I look down at her. “You don’t have to do—” White hot pleasure plows through me like a freight train when she takes me into her mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ, Mrs. Miller.”

Damien laughs low and deep. “Told you she was good.”

She’s more than good, she’s the goddamn goddess of giving head.

My enjoyment is short lived though, because my balls start tingling and I know this is going to be over way sooner than I want it to be.

I force myself to think of something…anything to hold off, but it’s not working.

Especially when she speeds up her movements.

“Bet you wish you gave in sooner, huh?” Damien taunts.

My teeth clack with annoyance. “Will you shut the fuck up.”

The only thing worse than coming before you want to…is having another guy witness it.

There’s only one way to save my reputation and that’s to go out with a bang.

I tug Mrs. Miller’s hair until her head falls back and my dick pops out of her mouth.

“Open.”

Aiming to please, she tries to put me in her mouth once more, but I tug her hair again. Much harder this time. “Did I tell you to suck it?”

Shaking her head, she looks at Damien.