Isabella should have never come back to the library.

Not after the way Evan had wrecked her against those shelves.

Not after he'd made her beg for him -

Made her come so hard she nearly forgot her own name -

Made her call him sir... like she wasn't thirty-eight years old with a wedding ring on her finger.

But here she was.

Back in her classroom - the place where she was supposed to be in control.

The bell had just rung.

Her students had filed out.

Her hands were still shaking as she straightened the papers on her desk, pretending she didn't feel the heat still throbbing between her legs.

She could smell him before she even heard him.

That fresh, clean scent of peppermint and sweat.

Like chlorine from the pool still clung to his skin.

He didn't knock this time.

The door clicked shut behind him - locking.

Isabella froze - breath catching in her throat.

"Truth or Dare, Ms. Winchester?"

Her heart stopped.

Slowly - so slowly - she turned.

He was leaning against the door like he had all the time in the world.

White t-shirt.

Low-slung jeans hanging off his hips.

That cocky little smirk that made her stomach twist into knots.

"You can't keep doing this."

Her voice came out softer than she'd meant - like she'd already lost.

His smirk widened.

"You keep coming back."

He took one step closer.

"Truth or Dare?"

Her pulse fluttered under her throat.

Her knees went weak beneath her pencil skirt.

"You have to stop."

He took another step.

"Truth or Dare?"

Her breath caught.

Her thighs pressed together under the desk.

"You don't understand - "

"I understand perfectly."

His voice was low, dangerous.

"You want me to stop... but you're dripping for me under that skirt again, aren't you?"

Her mouth parted - a shocked little gasp.

How did he always know?

Evan smirked.

"You forget, Ms. Winchester..."

He leaned down - palms flat on her desk, eyes locking with hers.

"...I've already felt how fucking wet you get when you're pretending to be good."

Her whole body flushed.

"Truth or Dare?"

Isabella's nails dug into the edge of the desk.

Every bone in her body was screaming to throw him out.

To put a stop to this before she burned her entire life to the ground.

But instead...

Her lips parted.

"...Dare."

That was her first mistake.

Evan's eyes darkened.

"I dare you... to lock that door."

Her breath broke.

"Evan - "

"Do it."

His voice was sharper this time - low and dominant in a way that made her nipples tighten beneath her blouse.

Isabella's legs trembled as she stood.

Her heels clicked softly against the tile as she crossed the room.

With shaking fingers, she turned the lock.

Click.

When she turned back around, he was already behind her.

Close enough that she could feel the heat rolling off his body.

Close enough that his breath brushed the back of her neck.

"Good girl," he murmured.

Isabella's knees nearly buckled.

He caught her wrist - spinning her back around until her ass hit the edge of her desk.

"You know what I want, Ms. Winchester?"

Her breath broke.

"What?"

He leaned in - lips brushing her ear.

"I want you on your knees."

Isabella's heart stopped.

"Right here."

His fingers traced down her throat... over the delicate buttons of her blouse.

"In your own classroom."

"Evan - "

"On. Your. Knees."

She was trembling - torn between fear and something so dark, so filthy, it made her thighs clench beneath her skirt.

"You shouldn't - "

"Beg me not to, then."

Her breath caught.

"Tell me how wrong it is."

His fingers slid down her chest - popping one button open... then another.

"Tell me to stop."

Her eyes squeezed shut.

But she didn't stop him.

Because God help her... she didn't want him to stop.

Evan's mouth brushed her jaw.

"That's what I thought."

His fingers trailed lower... lower... until he found the little zipper at the side of her skirt.

"You know why you keep letting me do this?"

He tugged it down - slow and deliberate.

"Because you're a dirty little slut who loves being corrupted."

Her breath broke into a shattered little moan.

"Say it."

She shook her head - eyes wide.

"I can't - "

"Say it."

His fingers curled under her chin - forcing her to look at him.

"You're a dirty little slut... aren't you, Isabella?"

Her whole body shook.

"I..."

"Say it."

Her green eyes locked with his - glassy, desperate, completely wrecked.

"...I'm a dirty little slut."

His smirk sharpened.

"Good girl."

Her skirt slid down around her ankles.

No panties this time.

Evan groaned low in his throat.

"Fuck... you really are filthy, aren't you?"

He gripped the back of her neck - forcing her down until her knees hit the cold tile.

Right there.

At the front of her own classroom.

Her breath was ragged - eyes wide as his cock strained against the zipper of his jeans.

"You want to taste me, don't you?"

His fingers tangled in her red hair - tugging her closer.

"You've been fantasizing about this for weeks, haven't you?"

Her nails bit into his thighs.

"Yes... sir."

Fucking hell.

He unzipped - pulling himself out.

Thick. Hard. Already leaking at the tip.

"Open your mouth."

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Isabella's lips parted without thinking.

"God, you're such a good little slut for me."

He slid the head between her lips - slow and filthy - watching her mouth stretch around him.

"Take it deeper... that's it."

Her tongue swirled.

Her throat fluttered.

"Fuck, Isabella - "

His head tipped back - eyes squeezing shut.

"You look so fucking pretty choking on my cock."

She whimpered around him - thighs squeezing together beneath her skirt.

"Touch yourself."

Her breath broke.

"What - "

"While you suck me off."

His fingers twisted tighter in her hair.

"Right here... in your own classroom... like the filthy little teacher slut you are."

Isabella's hand slid between her legs - fingers slipping through her own soaked heat.

"That's my girl."

He started to fuck her mouth - slow and deep - letting her feel every inch.

"You're never gonna stop, are you?"

Her nails clawed into his thighs.

"You're gonna let me ruin you."

She moaned - taking him deeper.

"You're gonna let me bend you over that desk... and fuck you so hard you forget you're married."

Isabella's whole body shook - fingers working faster between her legs.

"You want that, don't you?"

Her green eyes flicked up - glassy and wrecked.

"...Yes, sir."

He groaned - spilling down her throat right as she fell apart on her own fingers.

By the time she stood, her lipstick was smudged.

Her knees were red from the tile.

Her mouth was swollen.

Evan zipped himself up - leaning close.

"Office hours. Tomorrow."

His breath brushed her ear.

"Lock the door."

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To Be Continued...

Next Chapter: The Office Hours

Where Isabella learns exactly what happens when she lets Evan bend her over her own desk