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on Winter Formal weekend. She was going to move the test for the

juniors to Thursday unless they wanted it on that Friday.

A knock on her door brought her head up. She smiled as she

saw who was standing there. Gordon Blake. He stuck his head in the

door and whispered conspiratorially, “Is it safe in here?”

Raising her eyebrows, CJ asked, “Safe from whom?”

“Abigail.” He gave a mock shudder. “She seems to forget I’m a

married man.”

Waving him in, CJ laughed. “Well, she doesn’t like it in here

’cause I don’t have carpet on my floor.”

He tipped his head back and burst out laughing. “I can totally

imagine her saying that.”

“What’s up?”

Sitting down at the lab station across from her, Gordon reached

into his briefcase and pulled out some papers for her. “I came across

these when I confiscated some note passing in my class.”

With a frown, CJ took them and gasped. “These are my tests!”

Her heart was breaking; she had believed better of her students.

“I am sorry CJ,” he said reaching for her hand. “I know how

much you count on your students to be honest.”

“Who had ’em?” She moved her hand and took a drink of her

water.

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“I got them from some freshmen.” He pulled another sheet of

paper from his satchel. “I made the list of their names for you.”

“Thank you, Gordon. I think it’s time the freshmen learn what

happens when people cheat in my class.”

He sent her a kind smile. “I’m so sorry about this.” Standing, he

gathered his case and headed for the door. “I have to go meet my wife

for lunch. I’ll see you around.”

“Bye Gordon and…thanks,” CJ said as he disappeared from

sight.

She stared at the proof she had in her hand and after a moment

hissed, “Damn it!”

A masculine chuckle reached her. “That’s not very ladylike, nor

is it really proper for school.”

Without turning around she groaned. “Great. Now I’m hearing

his voice outside of my dreams. Why can’t you just leave me alone,

Osten? In my dreams is bad enough but now you’re bothering me at

work?”

“Well now, that’s really not what I wanted to hear.” The voice

was closer and she felt Osten’s scent surround her and his lips tease her

ear.

“Osten?” she gasped. She turned her head and found herself

nose to nose with him.

“Someone else you were expecting?” There was displeasure in

his tone.

A stunning smile crossed her face as she scrunched up her nose.

“Nope. Wasn’t expecting anyone, really. Good to see you, though.”

One black eyebrow arched. “Really? Didn’t sound that way, al-

though the part about being in your dreams shows promise.” He

lowered his voice. “How were the dreams?”

Instantly wet, CJ bit back a moan. “So good, I don’t think I can

share them with you in school.” Her eyes twinkled with fire.

His eyes darkened. “Be careful starting something you can’t

finish, Chantoya.”

Unheeding his warning she allowed herself to run her eyes over

his fine physique before leaning in so their mouths were millimeters

apart and whispering, “Oh, I finished it, all right. Not as satisfying as

having you finish, but I can wait.” Her tongue snuck out and tasted his

lips before she backed off completely.

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Osten had never almost embarrassed himself in public because

of something a woman said, until this very day. It was a miracle he

didn’t have a damp stain spreading across the front of his blue jeans.

This woman was such a naughty little minx.

His whole body jerked at the picture she had painted for him.

He could just imagine her polish-free fingers slipping between her legs

to bring herself pleasure. How her eyes would flutter and roll back in

her head as she approached her completion. How her lush mouth

would open to scream his name as she found it.

“Is everything okay, Osten?” CJ asked him from where she

stood two lab tables away.

His dark-brown eyes flashed with the promise of retaliation.

“Fine, love. Everything is fine.”

“Good. Now, as much as I would love to stay and chat with you,

I have some cheating freshmen to take care of.” She waved the paper

with the names Gordon had given her before him.

Immediately shoving his lust to the back burner, Osten touched

her arm. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I know how much you pride yourself on

your students.”

A forced smile crossed her face, although he could tell she was

touched he had seen how important her students were to her. “Thank

you. It has been a while since I’ve had this problem, so it hurts more.”

Her sure steps took her toward the door. She looked back at him

over her shoulder. “See you later? Want to come over for dinner?” At

his nod she added, “Six-thirty good?” His dark head nodded again.

“Wonderful, I’ll see you then.” She was gone, out the door and down

the hall, leaving him with the gentle smell of her…brown sugar and

cinnamon.

Osten handed her the bouquet of flowers the second she opened

the door. In the next, he had her in his arms, kissing her like he couldn’t

get enough of her. Pulling slowly away, CJ sent him a tender smile.

“Thank you, these are beautiful.” She moved into the kitchen to

find a vase to place them in. It was a large mixed bouquet.

Osten allowed his eyes to travel over the dark blue skirt that

hugged her lower body. It stopped just above her knees. She had

discarded the jacket she had worn earlier, which left her in a tan shirt.

He was envious it was allowed to caress her skin.

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When her eyes met his and she arched her eyebrows, he blinked.

“What?” he asked striding toward her.

“I asked you what you’d like to drink.” Her response was given

with a grin. “But you seemed a bit preoccupied with something.”

CJ took in the way his dress slacks fit so nicely on his body. He

had a black shirt that molded to his chest and that same simple cross sat

around his neck.

“Well,” he replied. “I was thinking about something all right. Or

rather someone.” One hand reached out and trailed down the side of

her face, making her tremble.

Despite her urge to lean in and kiss him, CJ waited for him to

answer. She held his gaze and it didn’t take long before he shrugged

with a huge sigh, “Fine. Be that way. I’ll have water.”

Moving away from his touch, CJ got him some cold water and

watched him as he took a drink. She swallowed as he licked his lips to

get the last drop; everything about him was so erotic. He made breath-

ing X-rated.

“CJ, if you keep looking at me like that…” He let the ending

hang in the air.

Her lower body clenched with lust for the man who stood in her

kitchen. Never before had one affected her so much. “What are you

going to do to me?” Her voice had dropped to a low drawl.

He groaned as she sashayed her ass toward him. “Don’t start

this if you don’t want to finish it.”

“I want to know what exactly you plan on doing to me.” One

hand reached out and trailed lightly up his arm before moving back

down again.

His eyes burned with feral flames. Before she could blink again,

he had her up against his body, trapped in his steely arms. “I am going

to make you so tired, you can’t even think about walking.”

She trembled as her body flooded with moisture. “Big talk. Why

don’t you show me instead of telling me?”

“Dinner?” His hands moved down to cup her ass, bringing her

pelvis closer to touch on his.

“I’d rather be dessert,” she purred as her hand trailed down

over the front of his slacks.

Osten didn’t even look at the table that was set for an intimate

dinner. He never saw the white tapers that sat in the crystal holders just

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waiting to be lit. The bottle of wine that was going to be their beverage

for the evening remained unacknowledged. The salad that was crisp

and waiting for them and the main course that she had just taken out of

the oven when he had arrived went unheeded.

None of that mattered at the time, for he had what he craved in

his arms now. Chantoya Willow Jackson.

He lifted her into his arms, loving how she immediately curled

against him, nestling her face into his neck. “No stopping this time, CJ.

Tonight, I make you mine,” his low voice muttered into her ear.

“I’ve been yours for a long time now, Osten. Tonight we just seal

the deal.” She nipped him on the side of the neck.

And you will be mine for the rest of our lives.
“I can’t tell you how

long I’ve been waiting for this night.”

CJ just nuzzled into him and entrusted him to carry her safely.

She had no reason to worry. Osten had no intentions of letting this

woman fall. Now or ever.

Osten walked into her bedroom and allowed his gaze to take in

her sanctuary. Her room was spotless, but that didn’t surprise him in

the least. His woman didn’t strike him as a slob.

Setting her down on the dark gold carpet, Osten placed a long

lingering kiss to her mouth. Both of them had racing pulses when they

separated. “Let me undress you,” Osten’s deep voice was the only noise

in the room aside from their breathing.

CJ stood still and gave him a silent assent. Her eyes followed his

movements and her body clenched as he reached for the buttons on her

shirt.

Osten began at the top, unbuttoning the one that was up around

her neck. The tiny, tan, round pearl button slipped easily through the

slit. It didn’t take him long at all and the shirt was totally open, allow-

ing his lecherous gaze to see her light tan underwire bra.

His callused hands brushed her shirt off over her shoulders and

let it flutter to the ground. Osten’s eyes seemed to glow in the lights of

her bedroom. “You are just so beautiful,” he said, letting his gaze run

over her one more time. CJ trembled at his words. She felt like the most

stunning woman on earth from the way his eyes caressed her.

Stepping closer to her again, Osten placed his hands at her

waist. Silent, he undid the hook and eye clasp, grabbed the zipper with

his index finger and thumb, and lowered it. With a slight tug, he

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maneuvered the dark-blue material over her hips and down her satiny-

smooth legs to the floor.

His breath caught in his throat.
The hell with what mythology

claims; I have Venus right here.
His cock pressed even harder against his

slacks.

Chantoya stood before him in a lacy set of lingerie. Her panties

were the same shade as her bra, lace cheeky women’s boy shorts—a

personal favorite of his.

She wore no type of hosiery on her legs; but then with legs as

gorgeous as hers, why would she use them? A moan of appreciation left

him as she kicked the skirt away from her feet.

Repeatedly his swollen dick reminded him just how long it had

been. “Take your bra off,” he ordered her in a gravelly voice. CJ slid her

hands around to the clasps in the back. “Slowly,” Osten added. “Do it

slowly.”

Tremors of lust shot through CJ’s body.
He wants to torment me.

She lowered her lids as she undid the hooks. Moving her hands up to

her shoulders, CJ slowly began sliding the straps down her smooth

skin.

“Slow enough?” she teased as she stopped just shy of letting her

breasts fall free. His eyes flashed dangerously and CJ had a siren’s smile

on her face as her bra fluttered to the floor.

Her hands traveled over her own breasts, treating them like a

lover. Gentle caresses, lingering touches, all enticing moves to the man

who watched her. Dropping down, her hands glided over her flat belly

and stopped before slipping between her thighs. She pulled them back

up at the top of her remaining article of clothing.

“These too?” Her question came out in a husky timbre.

“Those too,” Osten said. His eyes stayed on her hands, waiting

for the moment she would bare herself to him.

Millimeter by torturous millimeter, CJ lowered the panties. As

she stepped out of them, Osten was ready to erupt in his pants, the

intensity was so strong.

He was ready to rip off his clothes, pound his chest like a cave-

man, and carry her off to be ravished by him, locked away from the rest

of the world.

Osten blinked rapidly to make sure it wasn’t a vision before

him. “Damn and double damn CJ,” he murmured in appreciation.

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She was stunning. Her breasts were firm and full, her waist was

narrow, and her legs were long and toned. A man who normally

preferred a shaved pussy found her neatly trimmed one absolute

perfection.

He could see evidence of her arousal on some of the dark hairs

that rested there. Control had just about vanished.

“Get on the bed.” His command was rough.

CJ backed up until she was on the bed. Osten strode towards her