Forbidden Temptations

First Day At Work 1

-Jessica's POV-

I groan as I make my way towards the storeroom of my school where old textbooks about economics for my first teaching session

A high pitch feminine voice coming from one of the empty classrooms has me freezing on the track.

"Oh yes". The flirty, feminine giggle floats through the air, followed by the deep timbre of a masculine moan. My eye widen in shock.

It's my first day at work. Being a teacher is difficulty, but encountering two couple have s*x in the school is a different level.

Staying still, l tighten my ponytail when I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper.

Cornell academy is no small college. This is a place where most privileged kids come to study business.

So storming into the empty classroom and scolding the students for having s*x won't be a good idea.

Instead I bite my lower lips and peak into the classroom. A guy wearing college uniform as his college mate bend over the desk as he bangs her from behind.

I've not had s*x in months, and I'm starting to feel it when I hear the guy's husky voice whisper "Sweet Christ".

My inside clutch as I see what's definitely better than any porns I ever saw.

My eyes close shut in a moment of indecision. Should I masturbate at school on the first day of work or leave?

Snap out of it Jessica! I scold myself before I take a deep breath to steady myself.

Unfortunately for me, the only way to reach the store room is to walk past Lover's Lane alcove. I have no choice but to go for it.

I scurry forward, keeping my blush-stained face angled to the wall opposite them while I walk, my heels clicking the hardwood floor of the corridor as gently as possible.

When I finally reach the storeroom I fumble clumsily with the handle, having to aggressively tug on it before finally yanking it open and flicking on the light.

As I walk inside, l scan the shelf of the storeroom and spot the economic textbook. I walk inside the closet, forgetting to prop the door open.

As I grab the textbooks, the door at my back slams shut with a loud noise. Startled, I whip around to reopen the door and notice that the door is locked. And I'm trapped inside.

I immediately drop the textbook. Panic overwhelming me as I push again on the door with all of my strength. It does not move.

"s**t!" I take a deep breath to calm myself down. "No, f**k, f**k, f**k!"

My heart start raising 1000 miles per second as unwanted memories of the past, that I try so hard to forget, flows back into my mind.

"Help", I desperately should, hoping someone will hear me. Rescue me. But everything is in vain.

I push my entire weight onto the door, as tears slide down my face. I feel helpless. With the last strength I've I bang at the door one more time

And suddenly, the door flying open and I stumble forward.

Falling forward into the solid body of a man in my path. My arms encircle a firm torso while my legs lie awkwardly bent behind me.

The man instinctively brings his arms up and wraps them around me, catching me, holding my weight and absorbing my impact.

I look up, quickly to see the most handsome face I've ever seen me my entire life. He has a perfect masculine jawline with chiseled cheekbones, full watering lips.And then I meet his eyes. A jolt of electricity-an almost palpable energy-crackles when I meet those guarded, ocean blue eyes.

Judging from his outfit, he is dressed in the uniform of Cornell academy. He a student here

I can feel bitter-sweet feeling of butterflies dancing in my stomach. Something about him make me forget the mini heartattack I had a second ago.

Watching a lethal smile spread of his lips, I can feel a flush slowly spread over my face as embarrassment. "Oh... um.. I'm so sorry." I begin my clumsy apology.

The man's eyebrows are frowned as he analyse my face. "No apologies needed,” he responds in a delicious husky voice,“I’m used to women falling at my feet.”

My head snaps up. I can only hope he’s joking, but his stoic expression gives nothing away. He watches my response, bemusement in his eyes, and that smile widening, causing a single dimple to deepen in his defined jaw.

I detangle myself from him and take a step back, but I'm still close to him. Close enough to be intoxicated by his woody aroma.

"Thanks. Thank you,” I respond breathlessly. I can't think straight, so I blabber like an i***t, "the door shut behind me. It jammed. I panicked—”

"Are you okay? Miss—?”

I open my mouth to respond, but when his hand cups the back of my neck, pulling me closer and holding me still, no words come out.

He runs his free hand up and down my bare arm in what I assume is an attempt to make sure that I’m not physically harmed.

My lips part and my breath hitches as he moves his hand up the line of my neck and then uses the back of it to run his knuckles softly down my cheek.

I lose myself into the depth of his ocean blue eyes. All I can think about is how desperately I want to know the taste of his watery read lips.

A heavy dose of desire that surges through me when I hear him mutter, “Oh f**k it,” seconds before his mouth is on mine.

I gasp in utter shock, my lips parting a fraction, giving him an opening to caress his tongue over my lips and dart slowly between them.

I push my hands against his chest, trying to resist the uninvited kiss from this stranger. Trying to do what my brain tells me is right. Trying to deny what my body tells me to do. I can't succumb to my desires.

I manage to push him back a fraction. His mouth breaks from mine, our breaths panting over each other’s faces. His eyes, wild with lust, hold steady to mine. I find it hard to ignore the seed of desire that’s blooming deep in my belly.

"Decide, sweetheart,” he commands. “A man only has so much restraint.”