Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
I laugh deeply, pulling her close as I kiss her deeply.
After she leaves, I head into my office and open my safe. I heft the gun in my hands, my jaw tightening as I nod quietly. Nobody is going to hurt her while I’m around. And if they try?
God help them.
* * *
In my office back in the Winchester admin building, I close the door and then sink into my chair. My eyes skim over my to-do list, and I groan.
Fuck.
I’ve got a shitload to do. First, there’s still the matter of filling the Vice Principal position after Natasha Owens put in her notice to go take over as Dean of Admissions for NYU. Which is a great job, and I’m happy for her. But now here I am trying to find a third fucking Vice Principal in the span of one school year. Not exactly a great look for the school. And on top of that, Coach Kirby, our incredible swim coach, is leaving too, right after regionals are over, in order to pursue swimming for Team USA in the Olympics. Also, a great opportunity, but again, an amazing staff member it’s now my unhappy job to replace.
I scowl, glaring at the list of shit to do on my desk before I sink back in my chair. My mind wanders, and I groan as I feel my cock start to harden.
Shit.
All I want is her. All I want. I grumble, scanning down the list of other day-to-day admin stuff that needs doing before I take one last little replay of the night before of her moaning so sweetly for me and coming all over my cock, before I clear my mind.
Time to work.
…Maybe.
* * *
“Sir?”
My intercom buzzes and then squawks with the sound of my secretary’s voice.
“Hey, Loraine. What’s up?”
“There’s someone here to see you.”
I frown, glancing at my day planner and seeing a blank space I’ve booked out to look over VP resumes.
“Who?”
“A Ms. Henley?”
My jaw tightens, and there’s not a power on earth that would stop my cock from thickening in my pants in this moment.
“She’s apparently been sent to see you for misbehaving in class?”
I arch a brow. Brynn Henley, aside from recent events involving stripping for the mob, is categorically a good girl. A model student. And I’m having a pretty hard time imaging her doing something to get her sent to the fucking Principal’s office.
“What did she do?”
Loraine clears her throat. “She says she lost the note from her professor, but that she does need to report to you immediately. If you’re busy, I can reschedule her for later in the day—”
“Send her in.”
The words growl from my throat, heavy with lust, and I quickly shake the heat from my head and try it again.
“I mean, no, Loraine, I can make time. Could you send her in?”
“Of course.”
“Oh, and Loraine? Feel free to take a lunch. I’m good for a while.”
“Are you sure?”
Absofuckinglutely.
“Positive. Thanks. Hey if you go, let me know how that new Vietnamese place downtown we’ve been talking about is.”
“Well that sounds great! I think I’ll try them out, actually!”
I smile. Good.
“Sending Ms. Henley in now.”
“Thanks, Loraine.”
The doorknob turns, and when it opens, there she is.
Fuck is the gorgeous.
Brynn grins wickedly as she steps in and closes the door, turning to lock it.
“Your secretary was pretty excited about that Vietnamese place.”
“Yeah? Good,” I growl. “It’s on the other side of town and the service is insanely slow.”
She giggles as she crosses the room, her eyes wild and hungry.
“So,” I purr, eying her as I lean back in my chair, looking as “Principal-ish” as I can as I steeple my hands.
“What did you do?”
She grins. “Oh, that?”
“Yeah, that. Who sent you to the principal’s office?”
Brynn’s smile grows wider, a mischievous look in her eyes.
“No one. I’ve got a free study period right now.”
I grin widely, making a tsking sound as she blushes and slowly walks around to my side of the desk.
“But, Principal Kane, I have been bad.”
“Oh?”
“Mhmm,” she nods, swallowing.
“How bad.”
She bites her lip. “Well, I fucked a much older man last night,” she purrs.
The growl catches in my throat.
“Four times, actually,” she whispers.
“That does sound pretty bad,” I groan.
“But that’s not all.”
My jaw tightens as she steps closer, her eyes locked on mine.
“I also sucked his big cock,” she moans quietly. “And I swallowed his cum. And I let him put his mouth all over me,” she whimpers, stepping right into me. She puts her hands on the arms of my chair and leans in close, her lips brushing my ear.
“Even my ass, Principal Kane.”
Fuck.
I groan, and I’m about to yank her right into my lap when she skips back, grinning wickedly at me as I groan in protest.
“And that’s not all, Principal Kane,” she purrs. She’s still wearing her bag over one shoulder, and she slips a hand inside, pulling something out and hiding it behind her back before she sets the bag down on the corner of my desk.