Mary Jane Carter had always known what was at stake when it came to teaching someone she found attractive. It didn't matter that her students were all over 18 - she knew the boundaries. It was thus unfortunate that her newest student Ben was exactly her type, dark eyed and silent with strong and lean figure that caused the prim and proper teacher to think of things no teacher should think of her student. And Ms. Carter's resolve was tested severely when one day Ben came to their private class soaked by the rain while clad in a very well suit...

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I swallowed when he leaned closer, his shadow falling on my face. "You wanted to escape, didn't you, Ms. Carter?" "Escape...?" I bit my lip when I felt his hand on my cheek, cupping gently but firmly, pushing my face up. "You can't even look at me," he said, his voice low and steady. "You're not even listening to what I was saying... "I wonder if - " He slid his hand down and I gasped when his fingers pressed close under my jaw, the touch felt too intimate, too much... I closed my eyes when I realized what he was doing, what he had wondered. My heart was pounding and there was no denying it to his hand. I dropped my gaze, gasping yet again when he pushed my face back up.

My eyes widened when I saw him stepping closer, crowding me to the shelves. I bit back a squeal when he pulled my hand and placed it on his chest, pushing it under his shirt. "Ben..." I wanted to cringe at how breathless I sounded, but his skin was so warm under my hand, his strong heartbeat spreading heat all over my face. "Go on." I started, forgetting that I didn't want to meet his eyes and found myself locked under his gaze, his hand pressing mine to his naked chest, hard. "Go on and touch me," he whispered, grabbing me by the waist when he felt me jerk and shrink back. "I've seen the way you look at me, Ms. Carter. You want to, don't you?" "I - Ben..." "Don't lie," he murmured, his lips warm and wet under my jaw. I twisted, surprised and ashamed by the way my body reacted. Ben moved closer, his whole frame pressing against me now, strong and hot. My arms were trapped between our bodies and I was powerless when he started a moist trail of kisses down my neck. I arched, pleading with him. "Ben..." "Give me a kiss," he said, his tongue toying with the lobe of my ear.