Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Bonte watches me as I finish untangling the fishnets that would drive any man to the brink, stuffing the remnants into my pocket before pulling her panties back on. I'd keep those too, but I'd die before I'd let her out of this closet in that skirt with nothing else underneath it.
I kiss each of her thighs, and this time, I smell not only her but me on her too. I let the skirt drop back into place before I stand and fix my own clothes, shoving my dick back into my pants.
“So.” Bonte gives me a little smirk. “What are you doing here? Did anything happen?”
“Nothing happened. I wanted to see you.”
“You did more than see me.” She laughs. “You get off on marking me?” Bonte lifts a brow. I love how relaxed she’s become with me. No more trying to keep me at a distance. She’s letting me all the way in, and I’ll take every millimeter.
“I do.” It’s at the top of the list that gets me off.
“I love how you just say it. No beating around.” She grips the front of my shirt, giving a tug. I let her pull me down and take her mouth that she freely offers me. “Now get out of here before you get us both in trouble.”
“Trouble?” Slipping into her school is the least troubling thing I’ve done in my life.
“Yes.” I step back, giving her some space. Bonte looks over her clothes. “My tights.” I pat my pocket. “You better Amazon me some more.” She points one of her shiny black fingernails at me. I grab it, kissing the tip.
“Anything else?”
She pretends to think it over and scrunches her small nose up. “Think that will do for now.” Bonte runs her fingers through her hair, pausing and then looking down to the ground. She picks up her bag, moving it.
“What are you looking for?”
“My hair clip. I put it in this morning.” I reach into my other pocket and pull it out. She stares at it for a moment. “You didn’t take that just now.”
“I took it this morning before you left.”
“You stole my hair clip?” A perplexed expression takes over her face.
“I borrowed it.” I bring it to my nose. “It smells like you.”
“Wait.” She places her hand flat on my chest. “You stole my hair clip so you could sniff it?” I shrug. “You creepy man.” Bonte might be shaking her head at me, but I know the weird shit—yes, I know it’s weird—doesn’t bother her. If anything, she finds it amusing. “Fine, you can keep it.”
“That was the plan.” She rolls her eyes.
“I’ll see you back at the house.” Bonte puts her backpack on. I give her another kiss before I let her slip from the closet. The door closes with a snick. I should leave. There is always shit that needs to be handled, but I can’t get myself to do it.
Too much stuff is up in the air. I grip the back of my neck and squeeze, trying to loosen the tension that is once again building inside of me. That trick doesn’t work, so I leave the closet with a new plan in my mind. It’s the only one that makes any sense for me.
No one says anything to me as I pass them in the hallway, standing out. I’m clearly not a teacher but also not a student. I never went to school here either. The classroom setting wouldn’t work for me. My parents knew that somehow. They tend to know what each of us needs, to a degree. All of us got handled differently.
I send Damon a text, and he responds in a few seconds, giving me the combination to his gym locker so that I don’t have to bust it open. It doesn’t take me long to get what I need and pull what classroom Bonte is in. I hit Mac with another text before I find the room I’m looking for.
Yanking open the door, the teacher, Ms. Whitmore, turns my way. Her eyes flick up and down me. “Who are you?”
“I’m new.” I stroll into the classroom, my eyes searching for my girl. It doesn't take me half a second to spot her. Bonte’s eyes are wide. I love when I can surprise her. Bet she never saw this coming.
“Well, class is pretty full, so take a seat wherever you can find one,” Ms. Whitmore tells me.
All eyes are now on me, but I focus my attention on my girl. Even if one of these kids knows who I am, they aren’t going to call me out. They know better and wouldn’t want to stir the pot with the Marinos.
Grant flinches when I walk past his desk. Bonte just shakes her head at me as I approach her. I glance at the guy sitting across from her, motioning with my hand for him to get lost. He gathers his shit and is gone before I have to say a word.