Dean's Delight: The Principal of Pleasure Book Two: A Steamy Romantic Novella (3 page)

Friday,
all Presley could think about was Sara and his father spending the weekend
together. He had cleared his schedule because he’d thought Sara would be
spending the weekend with him, but now he had to find something to do to keep
his mind off her.

From
his office phone, he dialed the extension to Marcia’s classroom. He had made it
a point to avoid her so he wouldn’t cause more problems than the two of them
already had. When Marcia had found out the dean wouldn’t be taking any action
against them, she had been relieved and grateful.

Fourth
period was Marcia’s planning time so Presley knew she wouldn’t have any
students. She was probably sitting at her desk grading papers or answering
emails.

“Ms.
Fox.”

“Marcia,
it’s me.”

He
heard an intake of breath from her end. “Principal McGuire, to what do I owe
this pleasure? You’ve been avoiding me like the plague. Don’t think I haven’t
noticed.”

“I
was wondering if you had plans this weekend, I thought it would be nice if we
could hang out.”

Marcia
had a steady boyfriend so him asking her out was probably a long shot. Still,
it was worth a try.

Marcia
was quiet for a moment. She had been waiting for this for a long time. She’d
always had feelings for Presley and wanted them to have a real relationship
beyond sex. “Paul and I were going to catch a movie and do some shopping.
Nothing terribly special, but I can cancel all that. Sure. I’d love to spend
the weekend with you, Presley.”

Presley
felt guilty immediately. Why was he doing this? Was he using Marcia just to get
back at Sara? Just to have something to do? No, he really liked Marcia, and he
had been denying his feeling for far too long because of Sara. He felt bad
about Paul, but until he put a ring on it, Marcia was fair game and it wasn’t
his job to be loyal to Paul.

“Awesome,”
Presley said. “Let’s do brunch tomorrow and then we’ll take it from there.”

“Can’t
wait,” Marcia said before hanging up. Presley felt guilty about the excitement
in her voice. He hoped he didn’t end up hurting her.

The
day after they had brunch at the Briar Ridge Club followed by a few hours at
the beach. Presley had seen Marcia naked plenty of times, but there was nothing
like watching her in a bikini. It was red, one his favorite colors on a woman.
Tiny triangles barely managed to cover her nipples, and the thong rode nicely
right between her ass cheeks. She might as well have been naked. Marcia took
several selfies and then grinned at Presley. “Don’t worry. I know not to upload
them to social media. Oh, the joys of being a teacher.”

Presley
kissed her on the nose. “Be sure to send them to me, though.”

She
kissed him back. “Will do.”

After
the beach, they went back to Presley’s place to shower. Presley let Marcia go
first, but his intentions had been to join her, eventually.

He
watched the silhouette of her Coke bottle shape in the steam covered glass.
Her
back was turned as he pulled the door open quietly and slipped inside. Marcia
turned abruptly at the sound of the shower door closing. Her dark hair was
slicked back against her head. He could tell she had already washed it. Her
perfect body was dripping wet. He imagined how slippery she would feel when he
put his hands all over her.

Marcia
smirked at him. “Principal McGuire, what took you so long?”

He
grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him. They were never the kind for
foreplay. The physical attraction between them was so hot there was no way he
could wait.

She
pulled his head toward hers and stuck her tongue in his mouth. Their tongues
intertwined passionately as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Presley
cupped her breast and pinched her nipples. Then he made circles around her
belly button with his thumb. She ran her hands over his stone hard chest as he
moaned. He desired for her to go lower. He knew she knew that was what he
wanted, but she was teasing him.

His
hands finally went below her belly button because he couldn’t stand it anymore.
His fingers toyed with the lips of her pussy and finally slid in between. She
shuddered against him as he played with her clit. His index finger found its
way to her hole where it moved in and out. She dug her nails into his shoulder
blades as she gasped with pleasure. Her nails sinking into his wet skin caused
the perfect amount of pleasure and pain.

Feeling
Marcia wasn’t enough. Presley wanted to taste her. He got down on his knees and
pulled her closer to him. She spread her legs and balanced herself by gripping
his shoulders. Presley used his tongue to work around her clit, licking every
crevice and flicking it back and forth.

His
dick was rock hard and throbbing. Just when Marcia sounded as if she were going
to explode, Presley stood and lifted her up. She wrapped her shapely legs
around his waist as he pressed her against the wall of the shower. He slid
himself into her wetness, pumping weakly at first and then going faster and
harder.

The
warm water from the shower head washed over their bodies. Marcia, pinned against
the wall, lifted her head with her eyes closed and Presley knew he had sent her
into ecstasy. He gripped her hips tight as he continued to drive himself inside
of her. Finally, they both came. By the time they toweled off and Marcia
blow-dried her hair, they were ready to go at it again, this time on the
balcony—the same balcony where he and Sara had shared their breakfasts.

Presley’s
condo was located on the top floor, so no one from below could see them, but
Marcia was so loud, the neighbors might surely hear her. Presley couldn’t worry
about that at the moment, he was in too much pleasure and as far as he was
concerned, he would be doing them a favor. If he wasn’t himself and he’d heard
a couple who looked like Marcia and Presley fucking, he’d definitely want to be
a fly on the wall.

Once
they were done on the balcony, they took a nap wrapped in each other’s arms.
Presley was exhausted from a day at the beach and an afternoon of love making.

He’d
enjoyed his day with Marcia but he couldn’t help but wonder from time to time
what Sara and his father were up to. He hoped with all his heart that they
weren’t doing the same thing as he and Marcia.

Saturday
afternoon had been the most enjoyable day Sara’d had for a while. She certainly
hadn’t expected so much action from an older man, but then Harold McGuire
wasn’t your typical older guy. He was just a few years younger than her own
father, yet they were as different as night and day. She and Harold had spent
all of Saturday white-water rafting, zip-lining, and hiking. Her father would never
do anything like that. He golfed, and that was it.

Sunday
morning, they enjoyed breakfast in the cabin. Harold had hired a chef to come
in and make omelets, waffles, a magnificent fruit salad, and a host of other
things that were too much for two people to eat. They sat across from each
other at the dining room table. Sara had never noticed how much Presley looked
like his father. It had been a challenge all weekend for her not to think about
Presley while she sat right across from his spitting image.

Harold
cut into his omelet. “You’re awfully quiet this morning. What’s on your mind?”

Presley.
But she didn’t want to say that out loud. Harold had treated her like a queen
the entire weekend and had been the perfect gentlemen. She didn’t want to hurt
his feelings or make him think that she was ungrateful. He hadn’t even tried to
get in her pants. They’d slept in different rooms and he had never suggested
they do otherwise.

“Honestly,
I was thinking about Presley.”

Harold’s
eyebrows went up. “Presley?”

“Yes,
but not like that. Not because I want to be with him, but I kind of feel bad. I
mean, I’m spending the weekend with his father. That’s kind of messed up. What
if he dated my mother? I can’t even imagine that, but it would be awful.”

Harold
stopped eating and leaned back in his seat. “The last thing you need to be
worried about is my son. I love Presley more than anything, but I can assure
you he cares about no one but himself, and I hate to say this, but Presley
isn’t sitting around thinking about you. He’s probably sticking his pole in
something as we speak.”

Sara
didn’t want to believe that. Dean McGuire had always been harder on Presley
than necessary. It was always hard for him to see the good in his son. No,
Presley wasn’t perfect, but he wasn’t a cold-hearted person either.

Sara
stood. “Excuse me. I need to run to the restroom.”

Harold
nodded, looking as if he wanted to say something else.

Sara
hurried to the bathroom of her bedroom and closed the door. She pulled her
phone from her pocket. She needed to prove the dean wrong. Sara needed to know
that he was wrong about Presley and that he was thinking about her. Most of
all, she needed to hear his voice.

She
dialed his number and after a few rings, someone picked up, but it wasn’t
Presley. “Sara Snow,” said the voice on the other end. “What do you want?”

Sara
froze as she recognized the voice. Something stuck in her throat. She had no
clue what to say, and it was too late to hang up. “Let me speak to Presley.”

There
was a pause and a sharp intake of breath on the other end. “Presley’s laying
right beside me sleeping. I was sleeping too, very soundly—long night, you
know—before you so rudely woke me up. What can I do for you, Sara? Do you have
a question about work because that’s the only reason you should be calling him.
Is there some sort of emergency?”

Sara
hung up. She couldn’t bear to hear any more. She had given Presley too much
credit and Harold was right. Presley was busy poking someone else and not
thinking about her. Maybe she deserved it for not committing to him one hundred
percent, but she hadn’t been ready too. Still, the thought of him being with
other women was unbearable. The fact that he had replaced her in a matter of
days spoke volumes.

Sara
hurried back to the dining room table. Harold looked concerned. “Everything
okay?”

She
nodded. Everything wasn’t okay though. She was angry and hurt. She needed to
make Presley feel the same way, and she knew just how to do that.

Sara
bit into a strawberry seductively. “You know, there’s a hot tub out back that’s
all covered up. Why don’t you and I make good use of it? I brought a brand new
bikini that I’ve been dying to break in.”

Harold’s
eyes lit up like a little kid on Christmas. He hadn’t been expecting anything
like this to happen, but it was definitely a bonus and he wasn’t about to turn
it down. “Sure,” he said. “I’ll get it heated up right after we’re done
eating.”

Sara
grinned, hoping she knew what she was doing. Did she really want to do this or
was she just trying to get back at Presley because the latter would be unfair
to Harold. Sara pushed her guilt away. What man would complain about hanging
out in a hot tub with a hot younger woman? Harold would be okay.

Harold
was already in the hot tub. His arms were stretched along the edges. He smiled
as she stepped out of the cabin wrapped in her towel.

“Come
on in. The water’s fine,” he said.

Sara
stepped closer to the hot tub. She dropped her towel, revealing a tiny lavender
bikini what tied around her neck. She gave Harold a few moments to take in her
tight body before stepping into the water.

Unlike
Presley, Sara liked to take things slow. She sat across from the dean, not
touching him. She wanted to tease him for a bit. Half of the fun was in the
chase. She’d always tried to get Presley to understand that, and she knew
Presley would never be enthralled by the women who threw themselves at him. You
needed to make him work for what he got or he wouldn’t appreciate it. Presley
had been handed stuff his whole life, including his job.

The
water felt heavenly as Sara let her body soak in it. The temperature was
perfect. Harold sat stiff as if he didn’t know what to do next. Sara thought
that was cute, because while he doesn’t flaunt it as much as Presley, the dean
had his way with women too. The fact that she made him nervous made her feel
like she wasn’t like the others.

“Harold,
why did you ask me out. I’m glad you did, but a lot of men wouldn’t go out with
their son’s ex or someone who works for them. I mean, there’s a couple of
reasons why we shouldn’t be here together right now.”

The
Dean chuckled. “You’re right. There is a lot against us, but the thing is, when
I see something I want, I go for it, rather it’s right or not. Obviously you’re
a very beautiful woman, Sara. On top of that you’re smart, and kind, and a lot
of fun to be around. The whole time you were dating my son, I knew you were too
good for him but I was hoping you would help him be a better person—which you
did. After what happened between you two, I’d always thought you deserved so
much better. Someone who would treat you like gold. Deep down, I always wanted
to be that person. To show Presley what he had missed out on and how you’re
supposed to treat a real woman.”

Sara’s
body warmed more, but not because of the water.

Harold
continued talking. “When our old guidance counselor retired, and I heard you
were looking for a job, I snapped you up because I knew you were good. You were
up to the caliber needed at McGuire Prep. But when I saw you again, I couldn’t
help but feel something for you. So, even though there were several reasons I
shouldn’t have, I asked you out. What would a woman like you want with an old
man like me when you can be with anyone? To my surprise, you said yes. So, here
we are and I can’t say I regret my decision. This is the best weekend I’ve had
in a long time.”

Sara
didn’t know what to say to that, so she didn’t say anything. She moved to the
other side of the hot tub and sat beside Harold, grazing his leg with hers. He
leaned his head in and kissed her lips. The kiss was soft and sweet and she
wanted more. They kissed more, deeper and passionately. Moments later, Sara
found herself straddling the dean. His hands ran up and down her back and over
her thighs. His touch was soft, yet firm.

Before
she knew it, her bikini top was floating beside her and her breasts were
exposed. Harold’s eyes were focused on them and she wondered what he thought.
She wasn’t a busty woman, but she would never, ever get a boob job. She loved
her body the way it was. Presley had always loved her breast and made her feel
like she had the world’s most perfect body. Would the dean feel the same way?

Sara
got her answer when he lowered his head to suck on her left nipple. He was more
gentle than Presley. He didn’t bite or pinch, everything he did was soft and
tender. He treated her as if she might break and she loved that.

After
a few minutes of sucking her breast, she felt his fingers between her legs. He
pulled her bikini bottom to the side, exposing her to the warm water. She
released his hard cock from his swimming trunks and was surprised by his size.
He adjusted her so that she would sit on his cock and it would slide right in.
He gripped her sides and moved her up and down on his dick as she moaned. Over
and over he slid in and out as she rode him until they both came. It wasn’t
like having sex with Presley, but it had been wonderful and she had absolutely
no complaints.

Before
leaving school on Monday afternoon, Presley decided to make a stop by Ms. Jones
office. He couldn’t stand the woman, but for some reason, he couldn’t help but
feel sorry for her. Maybe it was the soft spot he had for all women.

He
knocked on the doorframe of her office. “Can I come in?”

She
looked up from the file she was reading. “Why not? You’re the boss. Apparently
you McGuire men can do whatever the fuck you want.”

Presley
stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “Listen, I know you don’t like me
and we don’t get along too well, but I wanted to talk to you about what
happened with my father.”

She
rolled her eyes. “If that’s what you came to talk about you can leave right now
because I’m not talking about it. As far as I’m concerned that case is closed.”

Presley
took a seat in one of the cushioned chairs. He wasn’t going to leave until he
got what he needed to off his chest. “Listen, it’s not surprising that you have
feelings for my father. I’ve known that for a long time. And even though you
give me a hard-ass time, I’m sorry about what happened. I mean that. I know how
hard it is to watch the person who want be with someone else. I know what it
feels like to keep hoping that something will finally happen between the two of
you.”

Ms.
Jones looked down at her papers, but Presley knew she was listening.

“All
I’m saying is that this thing between Sara and my father isn’t going to last.
Frankly, I think they're just doing it to piss me off.”

Ms.
Jones scoffed. “You just think everything is about you, don’t you?”

Presley
let that one slide. “All I’m saying is, don’t lose hope. What’s meant to be
will be.” Presley wasn’t sure why he was saying that because Ms. Jones wasn’t
his father’s type at all, but maybe if she fixed herself up . . .

“Is
that how you feel about Ms. Snow? That you guys will eventually be together?”

“Yes,”
Presley replied although he didn’t want to admit it. “Yeah, I do.”

“Then
what the hell are you doing banging Ms. Fox? I swear, you mean are such pigs.”

Presley
wasn’t sure what he was doing with Marcia but he was enjoying it. If Sara was
having fun why shouldn’t he? He certainly wasn’t going to sit around waiting
for her to see the light.

Ms.
Jones looked up at him, twirling her pen in her fingers. “So basically what
you’re telling me is, I shouldn’t lose hope about your father because Sara will
eventually leave him and come back to you.”

Presley
nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Ms.
Jones gave him a small smile. She had never done that before. She had smirked
at him a lot, but never smiled. “Anyway,” he said, “I’ll let you get back to
your work. See you.”

“Yeah,
see you,” Jones replied.

As
Presley left her office, he couldn’t help but feel that this was the first time
she didn’t loathe him.