Misconduct(106)

The Quarter was filled with people, and photographers from a local news station waited outside, covering the ball.

I scanned the area, but I didn’t see Patrick, so I continued to lead her down the street. She pulled her hand out of my grasp, stopping me.

“Tyler!” she burst out. “We can’t —”

But I interrupted her, taking her face in my hand. “I love you, okay?” I rushed out. “I love you like crazy, and I’ve never said that to a woman before, but I’m completely in love with you, Easton Bradbury.”

I breathed hard, moving my hands to her waist.

Bowing my forehead down to hers, I tried to keep my voice low. “You’re going to get me into trouble with that mouth of yours, and I may not get everything I thought I wanted out of life, but if I don’t have you and my son, then the rest of it means nothing,” I told her. “You make me happy, my kid likes you, and I feel like I could do anything if I knew I was going to see you every day. I need you.”

I layered my lips to hers, breathing in her breath and feeling her shake. I didn’t know if it was from me or the chill in the air, but I pulled her in close and wrapped my arm around her waist.

The heat from her mouth and the way her lips quivered drove me wild.

She ran her hands up my chest and circled them around my neck. “People are watching,” she whispered.

“Are you scared?” I grinned.

She laughed quietly, and her sweet smile made my blood rush.

“No,” she answered, and I knew she was lying. “You?”

I shook my head, playing with her. “Not a chance.”

We were both scared shitless, but that was the best part. If there was no gamble, there was no reward.

I heard a camera click, and then I heard a car horn sound. I reluctantly twisted my head, seeing the SUV in the middle of the one-way road.

Taking Easton’s hand, I pulled her into the street and through the car door that Patrick held open.

I let her climb in first, and then I hopped in, Patrick slamming it behind us.

“They took our picture,” she warned.

“Good. I’ll frame it,” I shot back, closing the glass between us and Patrick as he climbed into the driver’s seat and drove.

“Tyler, those pictures will be online soon,” she worried.

But I dropped to my knees in front of her. “I don’t care,” I whispered.

Reaching behind her neck, I unclasped her dress and pulled the top down, gazing at her gorgeous body and beautiful breasts. Grazing my fingertips down her flat stomach, I pulled the dress down farther, meeting her eyes, so she could see mine.

“I need you,” I growled low. “Right now.”

And I yanked the fabric until she got the hint and raised her ass off the seat, so I could get the dress off.

“Jesus Christ,” I groaned. “You weren’t wearing panties?”

I looked at her hard in the eyes, like she’d betrayed me or something. Why was she not wearing underwear?

Her dark eyes behind the mask flashed with excitement, and she plastered her naked body against me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“I like the feel of clothes against my skin,” she taunted, leaving soft kisses around my mouth. “Like your clothes.”

And then she started rolling her hips against me in small circles, and I groaned.

“Fuck,” I breathed out.

She slid her hand down my hardening cock, rubbing it slowly and teasingly through my pants. As I bit my lip, she grew more needy and demanding, taking my hand and slipping it between her legs.

“Tyler.” She quivered when I slipped a finger inside of her.

“Yes,” I answered, slipping in another finger.

She sucked in a breath and squeezed her eyes shut. “Those photos?” she pressed. “Call your brother.”

I grinned and took out my phone, dialing Jay.

Easton pushed me back into the seat and knelt down, unfastening my pants and belt.

“What have you done?” Jay answered without saying hello.

Easton took my cock out, her eyes looking up at me through the mask as she slid it between her lips, taking all of it down.

“All right.” I breathed hard. “Get out in front of this,” I told Jay. “Easton Bradbury taught Christian, but he’s now in an advanced class with a different teacher. I am simply dating a teacher from the same school my son attends.”

She sucked hard, and I felt the muscles in my legs tense as my dick grew even harder.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

“What?” Jay blurted out. “What are you —?”

But I zoned out as she took my dick out of her mouth and kissed and sucked down the sides, f*cking worshipping me.

“I’ll speak to her superior tomorrow,” I told Jay. “Just build her up. Use the Newsweek article and her website. No interruptions until after nine tomorrow,” I demanded, looking down and seeing the grin on her face as she licked the underside on one lone, taunting stroke with the tip of her tongue.

“Eh,” I inched out. “Make that noon.”

And I hung up.

Darting forward, I lifted her under the arms and put her on the seat across from me. Kneeling in front of her again, I pulled her hair gently, forcing her to arch her back so I could play with her tits. Taking one in my mouth, I tugged at her nipple, drawing it between my teeth and kissing the skin around it before moving on to the other one.